Category Archives: the cross

A Night of Miracles in Moscow, Idaho

Moscow, Idaho, a picturesque college town known for its rolling Palouse Hills and vibrant arts scene, was about to witness an extraordinary evening. Nestled between the University of Idaho and Pullman, Washington, the town was alive with its usual hum of student activities, cozy cafés, and lively cultural events. But on this particular evening, all attention was drawn to a small gathering at a historic church in Downtown Moscow, where a woman named Charlotte was about to lead a healing meeting unlike any the town had seen before.

As the sun set over Moscow, the faithful gathered inside the old church. The air was thick with anticipation as Charlotte, a woman of unwavering faith, stepped onto the platform. The attendees, some from as far as Lewiston and Coeur d’Alene, filled the pews, eager to witness what God would do that night.

Charlotte’s voice rang out, full of conviction. “Tonight, we claim healing in Jesus’ Name! Whatever affliction you carry, let it be lifted tonight!” The crowd murmured in agreement, their faith tangible in the room. Among them was a woman named Margaret, whose spine had been stiffened by years of chronic pain. She had come seeking a miracle.

Charlotte pointed to Margaret and called her forward. The woman hesitated for a moment before making her way down the aisle. The wooden floor creaked beneath her slow, careful steps. Charlotte met her at the altar, placing a hand on her back. “Satan, I told you to leave this body! Out you go in the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ!” she commanded.

A hushed silence filled the room as Margaret, trembling, was instructed to bend down and touch her toes. A gasp echoed through the hall as she found herself suddenly free of pain. The stiffness that had plagued her for years was gone. She bent again, then again, the joy on her face evident to all.

Tears streamed down the faces of onlookers. The miracle had set the tone for the night. Charlotte turned to the congregation. “Do you see? When we stand in faith, the power of God moves! We must believe in our authority and exercise it with boldness.”

Chapter 2: The Authority of Faith

As the night continued, more came forward for healing. A young man suffering from severe migraines testified that, after prayer, the pain vanished. An elderly gentleman who had suffered hearing loss in one ear suddenly found his hearing restored. The crowd erupted in praise.

Charlotte reminded them of the Great Commission in Mark 16. “These signs shall follow them that believe! This is not just for the twelve disciples, nor just for the seventy, nor just for the Book of Acts. This promise is for us, right here in Moscow, Idaho!” The congregation cheered, affirming their belief.

She led them in a declaration: “I have power in Jesus’ Name! Sickness and affliction have no place in me!” Voices rose in unison, filling the old church with a resounding faith that echoed beyond its walls.

Charlotte continued, “When you walk through the farmers market on Main Street, when you sip coffee at Bucer’s, when you watch the Vandals play at the Kibbie Dome—remember, you carry the power of God with you! It is not limited to these four walls. It goes with you wherever you go.”

As the meeting drew to a close, Charlotte laid hands on the sick, and one by one, they claimed their healing. The joy in the room was undeniable. Those who had once walked in with burdens now danced with freedom. The people of Moscow had witnessed a night of miracles, a testament to the living power of faith.

As the crowd dispersed into the crisp Idaho night, their voices carried the excitement of what they had just experienced. Charlotte’s message was clear: believe, exercise faith, and walk in divine authority. Moscow, known for its arts and culture, had now become a beacon of faith and miracles.

The historic church’s doors remained open late into the night, as people lingered, sharing testimonies and rejoicing in what God had done. That night, Moscow became more than a college town—it became a place of transformation, where the miraculous met the everyday, and faith turned impossibilities into realities.

A Vision in San Jose: The Dream of Florance

Florance, a young woman from San Jose, a city renowned for technological innovation as the capital of Silicon Valley, had a dream that changed her life. In her vision, she found herself standing amidst towering skyscrapers, their glass facades reflecting the lights of a world driven by human ingenuity. But beyond the advancements and wealth, a deeper reality was about to be revealed.

As she walked through the heart of the city, she noticed a growing shadow, a force unseen by the natural eye. Suddenly, she was transported to a place she had never seen before—a barren land, dry and cracked under the scorching sun. In the distance stood a lone figure, His body battered and bruised, His face filled with sorrow yet shining with an unexplainable peace. It was Jesus Christ, and He was suffering for the sins of the world.

The Price

Florance felt a pull towards Him, and as she drew closer, the air grew heavy with pain and sorrow. She saw the wounds on His hands and feet, the crown of thorns pressed into His brow. Then, she heard a voice say, “He was pierced for your transgressions, bruised for your iniquities; by His wounds, you are healed.”

At that moment, Florance understood that this was not just a vision—it was a glimpse into the spiritual reality of what Jesus endured. His suffering was not symbolic but deeply real. The weight of sin, sickness, and suffering rested upon Him so that humanity might be free. In the dream, she saw people from all walks of life—engineers, entrepreneurs, students, and families—all walking through San Jose, unaware of the price that had been paid for their redemption.

Jesus turned His eyes to her, and she felt a love so overwhelming that it brought her to her knees. “Without My sacrifice,” He said, “humanity would remain in darkness, burdened by sin, suffering, and separation from God. But I have taken their place. I have endured their punishment. The path to freedom is open.”

Florance saw how He was not just carrying sins but also sickness, anxiety, and pain. The justice of God demanded that sin be punished, but His mercy provided a substitute. Jesus was that substitute. His suffering was not random but part of a divine exchange—His pain for our healing, His death for our life.

As He was whipped by Roman soldiers, every lash was more than physical pain—it was a spiritual transaction. The afflictions that plagued humanity were placed upon Him. And in the moment He cried out, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” He endured the full weight of separation so that no one else would have to.

Florance wept as she realized the depth of His love. She had lived in a city of progress, yet she had been blind to the greatest advancement ever made—the bridge Jesus built between humanity and God through His sacrifice.

The Power of Substitution

The scene shifted, and Florance found herself back in the streets of San Jose. But now, she saw things differently. A veil had been lifted, and she could see chains on people—chains of guilt, fear, sickness, and doubt. Yet above them, in the sky, she saw the cross, glowing with the light of redemption. And then, she understood: The chains had already been broken, but many people did not know it.

Jesus’ suffering was not just about offering forgiveness; it was about full restoration. His sacrifice meant that people no longer had to carry burdens He had already borne. Healing, peace, and freedom were available to all who accepted His gift.

In her dream, she saw a man struggling with sickness, his body frail and weak. A voice whispered, “By His stripes, you are healed.” But the man continued to walk in suffering, unaware that the price for his healing had already been paid. Then, she saw another person weighed down by guilt, believing he was unworthy of God’s love. Yet Jesus had already taken his punishment, making him free. It was then that she realized that many lived as prisoners even though their freedom had already been secured.

Florance remembered how Paul, in the book of Acts, declared his Roman citizenship and was spared from scourging. Unlike Jesus, who remained silent because He bore our punishment, believers today must speak up and declare their freedom. They must refuse to accept guilt, sickness, or fear when Jesus has already taken their place.

As the dream neared its end, she saw Jesus one last time, standing at the city’s edge. “Go and tell them,” He said. “Tell them that the price has been paid. Tell them they are free.”

Florance woke up, tears streaming down her face. The city outside was the same, yet she knew everything had changed. She had seen the truth. And now, she had a mission—to tell the people of San Jose, the city of innovation and progress, that the greatest advancement of all was not in technology but in the finished work of Jesus Christ.

She stepped out of bed with a renewed sense of purpose. The Gospel was not just a story—it was the power of salvation, healing, and restoration. And she would not keep it to herself. The dream had been a gift, a calling, and a revelation. Now, it was time to share it with the world.