Samuel Howells Miracle

Hey, everybody. I was recently approached by some wonderful Pentecostal and holdliness people,

people of light, precious faith such as you and I, people that

have a common denominator in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, blood washed believers.

They were asking me about the subject of divine healing, and they asked

me to share with them the testimony of my son's Samuel Howells healing. Since

it has been about twenty years now, they wanted me to share with them

of that particular account of that miracle, and I was asked to share it

with others through the church's podcast here. I will never forget that August in

the year two thousand and four, our family stood silently in the aftermath of

the two thousand and four Florida hurricanes, easing. Some of you Florida Crackers

will remember that day very well. You'll remember that time very well, that

season very well, that particular year in two thousand and four, four deadly

hurricanes made landfall and ripped their way through South Florida. They went on up

into Central Florida. Three of them hammered Central Florida, where Sister Charity and

I lived at that time. I remember very well Hurricane Charlie. It entered

on the Gulf coast on August thirteenth. It was a compact storm, but

it had hurricane force wind gusts are passing one hundred miles per hour. As

if Charlie's initial blow wasn't enough, Hurricane Francis delivered a sweep through Florida.

A few weeks later. Francis concentrated on the east coast of Florida, but

she was less compact and stretched into our county. Hurricane having followed up with

a stab at Florida's panhandle, The results were devastating. After all their crippling

blows to US, Floridians learned that one more storm threatened US and loom nearby,

Hurricane Jean. She made landfall as a Category three hurricane on September twenty

fifth, and she refused to lighten up for the already wounded Sunshine State.

She howled and pounded Florida with maximum winds of one hundred and twenty miles per

hour. With the powerful destructive forces ever ceased from their persistent constant threatenings and

beatings. The meaning of the name Jean is God is gracious. We needed

the God who has his way in the world, when to be gracious to

us. The storm ceased. Finally, many have heard the statements to come

before the storm or the peace after the storm. After these storms, many

Floridians exceled a sigh of relief as they picked up trash and debris from their

yards. We were happy to be alive. There was a peace in the

neighborhood, in our community. There was such peace. As they fired up

chainsaws and set to cutting pass through the rubbish, people had smiles on their

faces. We were going to check on our friends and family members. But

for the Jeremy Howell family, another storm was brewing and loomed in the shadows.

Little did we know we would find it to be one of the biggest

storms we would ever go through. It threatened to take our son Samuel's life.

At the hurricane Jean finished plundering our home and yard, our family began

the recovery process, picking up the pieces. Literally, she tore off our

homes back door as easily as a child with terr up a piece of paper.

The huge live oak in front of our yard was laid down and its

limbs and foliage spread out covered the front lawn. As we were cleaning up

the debris, our three year old son, Samuel, toddled around. My

wife Charity, had opened the rear door of our older model SUVN. We

were using the back compartment floor as a work table. Samon mendered over there

and climbed up into the vehicle. I remember it well. At some point

he stumbled and tumbled toward the ground, not a long fall for the elastic

bones of a toddler, but something was stretched between him and the ground.

As he fell, he landed on the still hitch of our vehicle. I

saw it, rushed over to him. He turned pale as cotton and then

vomited hard. As I approached, he jumped up started to run off.

I stopped him and said, Samuel, are you okay, Yes, sir,

he replied. He ran off to play The two inch ball mounted to

the hitch beam had caught him in the stomach between his rip cages. He

appeared to be feeling fine. There were no signs of injury on his body.

Those little guys sure tough, I thought. Later. My family and

I rested in our little modest home. We were without power. That's difficult

on anyone especially a family of eight. The fireman busy in the community delivering

ice and other items to the storm victims. As I rested in my recliner,

Samuel came into the room where I was and said, Daddy, I

don't feel good. And as he said good, he vomited crimson red liquid.

I remember jumping out of my recliner and running to him. I had

remembered what had happened earlier. I thought he's very pale at this moment.

Yet again, I thought he needs a miracle. Charity heard the commotion and

stepped out of the kitchen and asked, what's wrong, Jeremy, I said,

Charity, he's bleeding internally. I think it's root beer. She said,

He's been so hot, and he's been drinking a lot. He may

have drank too much, she said, assuredly, hoping I was wrong.

Charity, it is blood. Look it is red. Look at his shirt.

I picked up my little boy, his close saturatable blood. I looked

into his big brown eyes. I could tell he felt bad, very bad,

and he didn't understand what was happening. He had no idea how close

he stood to death. He was literally at the end of the valley of

the shadow of Death. Standing at the threshold of Death's door for a moment,

our life halted. I felt dazed and dizzy. What are we going

to do? I wondered. Picking up the phone, I called my mother,

who lived nearby, just a couple miles down the road. When she

answered, I said, Mom, I need you to come to my house

now. Given no explanation of the emergency, I hung up the phone.

I told Charity that we were leaving for the hospital. She changed his blood

soiled clothes as we went off the door. It was then that we noticed

blood making its way out of the bottom too. Oh God, I cried

with him myself. I dove into the couch in our living room and buried

my head in a cushion and prayed for a few seconds, and screamed out

a muffled cry, Oh God, please help us. Sister Charity had changed

his clothes. My mother pulled up into our yard a few minutes after the

phone call ran out the door to our vehicle. Mom still didn't know what

was happening. Our other five children stood by her, each one wearing bewildered

expressions on their faces. When I got into our family vehicle to leave,

I noticed it didn't have enough fuel to make it to the nearest hospital,

an hour's drive away. It's not that I didn't have fuel in it to

go to town or to work, but not an hour away. We got

out, ran over to my company's pickup truck, got in, and started

on our way to the hospital. I placed a call to nine to one

one and told the dispatcher about my son and asked him to meet us somewhere

between our home and the hospital. We got down the road and our son

was becoming lethargic and swiftly fading. About four miles from our home, I

said to our little boy, Samuel, do you love Jesus? Are you

ready to meet Jesus? Yes, sir, he replied, this can't be

happening. My son is about to dine in his mother's arms. I thought.

I felt hope and faith in God muster somewhere in the depths of my

soul. Charity. If we have ever prayed and got hold of God,

we'd better do it now. I said, Let's pray. I rallied as

we drove north on highway State Road thirty seven. We prayed hard and fervently,

and it was very long. We prayed, and we sought the Lord.

But it wasn't very long until the Holy Ghost fell in our vehicle and

helped us pray. It was truly a wonderful time. It's truly a table

prepared for us. In the presence of our enemies, we found the most

wonderful peace in the midst of this violent storm. The comforter had come,

and he assured us that we were nestled securely in the hands of our Master,

Jesus Christ. We drove to the place where we were to meet the

ambulance. It had taken us twenty five to thirty minutes to get there.

When we got there, we noticed the parking lot was empty. This isn't

good, we said one to another. We looked around but didn't see the

ambulance anywhere. Still very concerned, I called the nine to one one dispatcher

and asked her if she knew where the am was. She sounded confused and

said, sir, they are on the scene. I informed her that there

must be a mistake that they were not on the scene. She asked if

I was sure. I said, I'm sure. I assured her that we

were alone and without any medical assistance. She called the paramedics and spoke with

them personally to find out their exact location, and they told her they were

with a toddler and was working with him. Somehow, the paramedics were intercepted

by a frantic mother who had weighed them down. Her child had swallowed some

poison and was in trouble. They thought they were with the mother and child.

They thought they were with us. I'm grateful that we have a God

who is on all scenes all the time. When nine one one fails you,

God will never fail you. Another seven minutes passed by. We stared

at the clock for what seemed like forever. I called the dispatcher again.

She assured me the amblets would be there soon. We saw it pulling in.

I told the dispatcher, thank you so much. The paramedics me in,

entered over to our vehicle and asked what was wrong. We told them

what happened to Samuel, and like most medical professionals, they seemed to doubt

the severity of our son's condition, perhaps because of the calm that had settled

on my wife and me. They took him and put him in the back

of the ambulance. One of the men tried to find his clipboard and then

asked me to sign paperwork. I looked at him and said, sir,

do you understand that my son is bleeding internally? And he replied, sir,

I don't think he is. I couldn't believe mine ears. I couldn't

believe what I was hearing. I told him that I had a cup full

of blood in my vehicle and that I could go get it and show it

to him. The paramedic who was working with Samuel interrupted and said, yes,

I want to see it, Go get it. I had something that

they needed to see, and I told them. I said I can pour

this out if you want me to, and he said, no, I

have something I can pour into it and if it's blood, but it will

begin to bubble a lot. If it's something else that will not react.

I went and got the cup. The skeptical emt poured the liquid into the

cup and immediately the liquid started bubbling. Their expressions turned grave. They pld

too, and their work became serious, very serious. One said to the

other, Yes, we need to be going to the hospital right now.

One of them said, as the other nodded in agreement. Hastily. They

gave my son an IV and began to closely monitor his vital signs. They

told Charity she could ride with our son Samuel, and they asked me to

follow behind. I followed them in my vehicle. They said, if you

hear the sirens come on, and see the lights turn on and our speed

pickup, please understand the situation is taking a turn for the worst. Already

the situation is dire. We don't need it to take a turn for the

worst, they said. We arrived at the Lakeland Regional Hospital in Lakeland,

Florida. The medical staff was very relieved to find that the bleeding had ceased.

The large emergency room's highly trained physicians ordered that he be transported to Saint

Joseph All Children's Hospital in Tampa, Florida. When we arrived at the Premier

Children's Hospital, we were taking to Samuel's room immediately. As we sat in

the hospital room, our minds raised, not knowing what would come next.

In the early morning hours, a man knocked on the door and quietly entered

the room. He spoke professionally and softly as he introduced himself. He said,

my name is doctor thyrou Arisu. I'm a pedia tract pediatric gastroologist.

He asked a few questions and then told us that he wanted to do tests

on Samuel. He explained us that there was a possibility that our son's heart

was leaking blood. An endoscopy was ordered a few hours later. Charity and

I took our little toddler into the procedure room and set him on the table.

The staff was great. One of the registered nurses asked Samuel if he

would like to wear a mask. Yes, he reluctantly replied, and as

our son grew drowsy, we teared up and we kissed him on the forehead

and walked out. Charity and I paced the hallways of the hospital. We

visited the gift shop and walked down to the cafeteria, trying to keep our

minds busy. Then we were paid to go to the procedure room post haste.

When we walked in, doctor Risu had a big smile on his face.

He asked us to look at the pictures with him. He explained us

that Samuel had been severely injured but was going to be okay. He pointed

at two lines on the picture and said, your son has two tears in

a stomach line and right up against his heart, but they are healed.

He had two tears in his stomach line and right up against his heart.

Glory to God, we said out loud. We praised our Lord as happy

tears streamed down our faces. We rejoiced and were thankful for God's healing power

and his divine protection. We still have those pictures to this day. In

fact, here it is twenty years later, and Sister how and I looked

at them just the other day. God's not dead, friends, He's still

alive. He's still saving, sanctifying, and filling with the Holy Ghost,

and he's still a healer. He saved, sanctifying, the Holy Ghost filled

all of our children save one, and the last one of six is seeking

the Holy Ghost presently. Concerning Brother Samuel, in February of twenty twenty three,

he was gloriously filled with the Holy Ghost and called to preach. No

doubt, God had a plan and a purpose for our little man's life.

I'm thankful that we could say he's still a healer. It was the first

of this year that God healed our son Philip, who had been stricken by

a very aggressive rare form of cancer. It was to take his life in

less than five years, but God healed him. There's a cure for cancer.

Back to our testimony of brother Samuel's healing. I remember a time when

doctor Arisu came back into our room to visit with us, and curiously,

he asked us to tell him again what happened to Samuel. We rehearsed at

all. He shook his head and said, I have been in this profession

for many years and haven't seen anything like this. I've dealt with a lot

of internal bleeding cases caused by gunshot wounds and vehicle accidents, and your son's

blood loss is equal to those. He needs blood transfusion, but I'm not

going to give him one because he's okay. We talked with a doctor for

a while, like we have been friends for years. He was professional,

cordial, pleasant, and amazed at what had happened. He gave Charity a

card, Nash Charity to call his office and make an appointment to see him

in a few weeks. The doctor left the room. We rejoiced and wept

that God had been so gracious to us. It came time for Samuel's follow

up ointment and we went to doctor Risou's office. When we arrived, Charity

went to the front desk and told the receptionist that she had an appointment with

doctor Ersou. Another physician standing nearby said to her, ma'am, I think

you are mistaken. No one sees doctor Arisou. They usually see one of

the doctors underneath him. Doctor Airsou walked around the corner because he remembered the

appointment he had scheduled for us. His face lit up when he knew Samuel

and Charity was there. He quickly made his way over to them and escorted

them to his private office. The other physicians, which were many, stood

in amazement. Little did we know that doctor Ersu was a renowned specialist and

high ranking doctor in the medical field who had medical practices located in Riverview,

Florida, Lakeland, Florida, Newport Richie, Florida, Sarasota, Florida,

Saint Petersburg, Florida, Clearwater, Florida, Bradson, Florida, brand And

Florida, Odessa, Florida. Charity and doctor Risou talked and rehearsed with all

that had happened, rehears what all had happened, and doctor Eyrisu told her

that he had heard the emergency call come into All Childrens from Lakeland Regional telling

of a toddler boy who was bleeding internally. Something about it got my attention,

he said. He told Charity that he didn't always personally respond to such

calls, but felt like he needed to this time. We're thankfully he did,

and we're thankful that the great physician Jesus was on call that night.

The two thin lines, the scars were undeniable, and the pictures. In

a time of prayer one night, I asked the Lord this question, what

meaneth the two scars? You can perfectly heal? Lord, what meaneth the

two scars? I heard a gentle and clear whisper speaking to my heart these

words. It's just like when I told Joshua what I have the children of

Israel. Stack the stones up in the river Jordan. It's a testimony,

a memorial. No skeptic can deny that the injury was there and that it

is healed. Hoelujah, you are facing serious health challenges. Rest assured knowing

that our God isn't dead, but he's still alive and in God's hands,

we are in best hands. And yes, he is still healing people today.

Praise the Lord God, Bless you all.