Approximately 20 years ago, I woke up one evening with a terrible and painful stomach ache. I found that I was bleeding profusely from within my bowel. After examination in the emergency room in Clearwater, Florida I was admitted to the hospital for several days and all the standard tests were run on me.
   The doctor said I had ulcerative colitis and I would have it the rest of my life and that I would have to learn to live with the pain - pain that would come and go.
   I decided that I would pray the entire time I was in the hospital and ask Jesus to heal me while I was there. I remember holding my cross and praying for long periods.
   After a few weeks out of the hospital, I returned to the doctor's office and he told me, "We don't understand, but the tests say there is absolutely nothing wrong with you now."
   I had this feeling when I went to his office I was healed. He only confirmed it. As I sat before his desk in my clericals, I smiled and said, "I know the reason, Jesus healed me!" I lifted up my cross that I wore around my neck and showed it to him. He never cracked a smile. He just said, "Well, however you were healed, it is good that you are." I left his office and have never had this problem again. I offer testimony to all that God can heal your body.
   I remember laying in the hospital bed and refusing the illness. I refused it in the name of Jesus. I rebuked it in the name of Jesus. I claimed healing in the name of Jesus. I looked for the warmth of healing in the name of Jesus. I never heard Jesus say anything to me. I just said it over and over and over and over again hundreds of times until I felt the pain go away. And then I said it over and over and over again until I sensed in my mind that I was healed. I believed it was possible and I prayed until there was no doubt within my spirit.

Fr. Al Jenkins