Abuja correspondence
A young man came into our ministry some time back carrying the weight of epilepsy. I had prayed for him several times, but nothing seemed to shift. On the surface, it looked like we were getting nowhere.
I was convinced he could be delivered, so I decided to bring him closer. I employed him and put him on a salary. The main reason was simple: I needed time with him. Time to walk with him and deal directly with the spirit behind the epilepsy. 
His morning job was straightforward. I gave him notebooks and told him to copy out sections from my book _He Lives in You_, along with other books and specific Bible chapters I assigned. When he wasn’t writing, he’d sweep the church and my house. It kept him steady and occupied.
I did this because I understand what God’s Word does when it gets inside a person. I wanted the truth of Christ’s indwelling to marinate in him. My expectation was that the light of that knowledge would saturate his mind and drive out that foul spirit.
At first, the change was subtle but real. Everyone in the church noticed he had brightened up. He was more coordinated and his reading improved noticeably. He would light up whenever I asked for a volunteer to read during the service, and he always jumped at the chance to read the Bible to the congregation.
Yet the seizures didn’t stop immediately. He still had episodes, even right there in the church. It was frustrating to watch, but I kept pointing him back to the Word he was copying every day.
After a while, he left the church. I didn’t chase him. But he would drop by occasionally, just to thank God for what we were doing.
He reappeared properly when some of our former members came back to celebrate 20 years of our church-based ministry. That day, he asked to share his testimony.
Standing in front of everyone, he told us he was totally free from epilepsy. He credited it to the impact of the Indwelling Christ and the time spent in the Word. He also mentioned he’d just passed all the papers in a recent exam. Looking back, he admitted that at the time, he thought those writing exercises were a punishment.
As I listened, tears and joy hit me at the same time. Tears, because once again God’s Word proved itself true: Christ, the best Doctor in the world, lives in us. Joy, because I remembered the torment and embarrassment he used to carry, and now he’s completely free.
It’s the LORD’S doing and it’s marvelous in our sight.