Healing Testimony from Bethel Redding Kingdom Culture Conference, June 20–22, 2012 – California, USA.
Upon arriving at the conference, I met Joanne Chun, one of the interns at Bethel.
My girlfriend, June, encouraged me to tell her about my husband’s fight against cancer. I told Joanne that the day before, we had been to the Healing Center in Marin County and that my husband had received a word of wisdom from one of the men praying there for him.
My husband had been visited by the angel of death disguised as the angel of light. A Christian who had left Iran to escape the rule of the Ayatollah Khomeini (Mike had prayed daily for those Christians for quite a period of time; I had no idea that he did), told me to give my husband John 10 and to ask him, “Where in the Bible did Jesus kill anyone?” His words sliced through the enemy’s plan—like a samurai sword slicing a cheesecake.
So, as far as I was concerned, that was the end of it, and Mike was being healed— particularly since people had been praying for it for almost a year.
Also, I really just wanted to hang out at this conference. I was a bit sceptical and hadn’t been to anything like it since the HIM conference in Honolulu over 20 years ago.
As soon as I entered the sanctuary, walking through those people laying hands on me and saying “fire,” I knew that the Holy Spirit was there. So, I just received the Holy Spirit, sat back, and planned to hang out.
That evening Danny Silk spoke. At the end of Danny’s talk, they invited people to come forward for prayer. The party I was with all walked towards the front stage to pray with what seemed to be Bethel trained believers. I wasn’t going to go forward, but I remember after having an argument with my husband before I left for the USA – and he told me, “Don’t hold back. Receive whatever you can at the conference.” (He knew what I thought about some of these “crazy” Christian meetings. I became a Christian in the 80’s.)
Anyway, I saw this man at the front; he looked familiar. He was the man who spoke very briefly on stage welcoming us, and I saw him on You tube preaching a few times. Close up, he looked more like a Californian, but on the internet, he looked like a Baptist Minister from the Midwest. It was Bill Johnson.
That’s nice, I thought.
He was slowly walking down the aisle, laid a hand on the head of a young girl and blessed her. Then a few bold women went up to him to talk and pray, I guess. Anyway, the Holy Spirit prompted me to walk up to him and ask prayer for Mike. I thought: No, he doesn’t want to talk to a minion like me. I’ll just go up to one of the people by the stage.
What was probably only a few seconds passing, seemed like minutes. Then Howard, June’s husband, walked between us and said to me, “Susan, you should go up and get prayer.”
“Okay, Howard, I will.” I took half a step towards the front stage.
Again, the Holy Spirit prompted and loud and clear said: “I want Bill to pray for Mike.” I didn’t move towards Bill. The Spirit was on me. It wasn’t a heaviness but an energetic nudging. I can’t really describe it. Again, I hesitated: No God. You are God and you can use one of those people by the stage. Plus, Mike is already healed.
Then I looked down and saw a white paper on a chair: Reserved for Security. I looked behind Bill, and there was this hefty young man with an earpiece following him. So I thought, I’ll ask the security guard if it is okay to go up to Bill. He said sure.
The Holy Spirit continued to encourage me, and I stood behind a few ladies lined up to talk to Bill. All I was concerned about was my husband. As part of his healing, I had to take the step of faith and walking up to Bill Johnson to ask for prayer. It was like being the centurion.
Bill was now down the middle of the aisle.
I figured that I did not have to elaborate because Bill is a man filled with the Spirit, and God would guide him on how to pray.
I immediately told him that my husband watches him on the Internet in New Zealand. He is sick. Bill asked if he was here. I said no. Then he asked, ” What is the sickness?” I replied, “Secondary melanoma.” He asked his name, and I said, “Mike Yates, and I believe that Jesus is going to heal him.”
So we prayed. Bill prayed, “In the name of Jesus, roots of the cancer cells dry up.”
I prayed, “Thank you, Jesus.” That was it.
I walked back to my chair, and Howard was there. “Did you get prayer, Susan?” “Yes,” I replied, “from Bill Johnson, and his prayer was as straight forward and as full of authority and powerful as Joe’s at Marin County.” The prayer was definitely answered.
I e-mailed Mike the next day and told him the Holy Spirit directed me to go up to Bill to pray for him.
Okay, now I could just enjoy the next two days of the conference and hang out.
Then after Bill’s talk on Friday night, we walked through the tunnel of fire. I thought, What a nice way to finish this conference.
I had no idea what else would happen in the last 5 minutes of the conference, but no more keeping the Holy Spirit in a box.
I walked through the tunnel on the left, as I recognized some speakers in that one.
As I raised my hands, praised God, and just walked through the tunnel, I felt the “fire” from their blessings and prayers. The person in front of me received a prayer for “wisdom of God.” Then towards the end of the tunnel, I felt a cold hand on my forearm, and therefore assumed that was the end of the conference for me. Then 2 seconds passed, and a woman placed her right hand on my right collar bone and left hand on my back right shoulder and commanded: “Healing in the name of Jesus.” It felt like I stood there for 5 minutes with her while she prayed.
I felt a burning below her right hand on my chest. It was a burning in one spot. I knew immediately what that was: the tumor in Mike’s chest being completely destroyed.
Also, when I shared with Mike about that burning in my chest, Mike smelled burnt flesh in New Zealand. He said that once you smell burning flesh, you never forget it. One night he was using the bathroom, and he smelt burnt flesh. When he received my e-mail about what happened at the end of that fire tunnel, he accepted the complete healing. I told him what Bill had said about doing something that you had been unable to do because of the ailment.
So Mike rummaged through our chest freezer and found a chicken pie from the local country club, as well as a large rib eye steak, still attached to the bone. Then he walked down the road, but the wind picked up and he cut the walk short to 50 meters. For the last year, it was a given that he would have needed another round of antibiotics walking in that weather. However, he was fine.
From that day on, two weeks before the scheduled operation, Mike ate and gained 4 pounds.
On my flight to Honolulu the next day, I thought about the whole healing process for Mike when I was in California. Then God illustrated the purpose of the burning: When a tree has fallen, dried up leaves, full of disease, you don’t just leave them there. You rake them up and burn them, get completely rid of the disease.
The other revelation from that “burning” in the fire tunnel: Only one spot was burning on my right chest. I didn’t feel any other burning spots on my person. Therefore, there were no other tumors! Thank you, Lord.
I returned to New Zealand on July 1. A week later, my husband shared with the surgeon of his healing, and the cardiothoracic surgeon agreed to do a bronchoscopy— and if everything seemed okay, they wouldn’t operate. Anyway, they couldn’t even get to see anything, so they removed the middle and lower lobes of the right lung. The lower lobe had not been used for at least 4 months.
However, the tumor that was removed was a clean cut. And the lymphs attached to it tested negative for cancer cells. Even the oncologist had a smile on his face. He told Mike that he did not need to see him again for 10–20 years. We’ll take 20. So, within a year, Mike’s prognosis went from 6 months to over 20 years of life! Praise God!
Mike left the hospital 8 days later. He has since gained 20 pounds, after losing 30 pounds when he was at his worst.
His medical record was changed from “palliative” to “curative.”
On September 14, the cardiothoracic surgeon completely discharged him. No more hospital visits.
We have medical files to show everything— the discharge notes and the results of the test samples.
Susan L. Yates
Wanaka, New Zealand
PS God is definitely in detail. I met an African American female soldier while waiting in line. The previous week she was in South Korea and booked to attend the conference. Anyway, her church also prayed for Mike. Mike had spent quite a bit of time in South Korea as a new Christian.