John Graham Lake was a man of prayer and commitment. To better understand the quality of his life,

you will want to read his consecration to God at the close of this book. At the Lake

Healing Rooms in Spokane, Washington, 100,000 healings were recorded in five years. Dr.

Ruthlidge of Washington, D C, called Spokane the healthiest city in the world as a result

of Lake's Healing Rooms. John G Lake was born March 18, 1870, at St.

Mary's, Ontario, Canada. While he was still a child, his parents moved to the United States.

At the age of 21, he became a Methodist minister, but later chose to start a newspaper instead

of accepting a church ministry. After his marriage, Lake's wife entered into

a prolonged serious illness, but was miraculously delivered under the ministry of John Alexander

Dowie in April 1898. This experience forever altered the direction of John G Lake's life

and ministry. All that he accomplished as a result of his

intense regard for the Word of God stands as an example to all Christians of what is

possible for any person who will believe and act on the Scriptures.

Adventures in God.

I found God as a boy, so for 50 years, I have been walking in the light of God understanding

fellowship with Him and listening to His Voice. I want to call to your attention some of the

things the Christian enjoys that others miss. A dear man received an injury that caused

his death in a motor accident not far from Beaverton, the day after this man was killed,

I was visiting some friends in Beaverton and they told me of his Injury. After our visit,

my wife and I were driving into the city. As we were coming up one of the highway a

Voice said, "Pull onto the left of the road and stop."

Don't you know that Voice, Christian heart? That Voice is so common that I never even

spoke of it to my wife. The left side is the wrong side of the road,

and you are breaking the traffic law to be there. But I have listened to that Voice so

many years that I have learned in most cases to obey it. Jesus said, "My sheep know my

voice." (John 10:27.) (The thought I am trying to bring to you,

dear friends, is the value of knowing the Lord and what communion with God means. Salvation

is not just something God gives you that is going to bless you after you die; it is having

the presence of the Lord now. God has promised to the Christian the guidance and direction

of the Holy Spirit.) I pulled onto the left hand side of the road,

ran the wheels of my car close into the ditch, and stopped. Immediately, I heard the grinding

of a great truck coming around the curve. I had not seen it before. Instead of coming

normally, it was coming down the driver's left hand side of the road at a 45 degree

angle. The truck had gone out of control and was covering the whole road!

If I had been on my side of the road, it would have sideswiped me and pushed me over the

bank. A 100 foot drop down! But I was on the other

side when the great thing swept past me. The truck went 50 to 100 feet beyond me, struck

a rough spot in the road, and straightened itself. The driver got the truck under control

and went on. Dear friends, men in the Word of God were guided by the Voice of God. God

talked to them. This is the inner thing of real Christian experience, the reason men

seek by the grace of God to enter into the real heart of God into the real soul of Jesus

Christ into the place where He lives within you where His Voice speaks in your heart.

I was sitting one day in the home of the DeValeras in Krugersdorp, South Africa, when a man arrived

who had traveled all over the country. He had been following me from place to place,

trying to catch up with me. He suffered a sunstroke which had affected his mind and

he also had developed a large cancer. He came into the house and proved to be a

friend of the family. In a little while a six year old child who had been sitting near

me went across the room, climbed on the man's knees, put her hands on the cancer on his

face, and prayed. I saw the cancer wither. In half an hour, the thing had disappeared.

The wound was still there, but in a few days it was healed. After the child had laid her

hands on top of his head, he arose, saying, "Oh! The fire that has been in my brain has

gone out," and his mind was normal. Power belongs unto God. Psalms 62 Verse 11. The

simplest soul can touch God and live in the very presence of God and in His power.

It is almost sadness to my soul that men should be astonished and surprised at an ordinary,

tangible evidence of the power of God. A woman came into the Healing Rooms once with

a tumor larger than a full grown unborn child. Her physicians had been fooled, believing

it to be a child until nature's period had passed. Then they decided it must be something

else. She came to the Healing Rooms and I interviewed her. She said, "Mr. Lake, I have

the opinion of several physicians. They are all different, but each has said, 'It is possible

it may be a child.' But now the time has passed, and they do not know what to say." I put my

hand upon her for a moment, and I said, "Madame, it is not a child; it is a tumor." She sat

down and wept. Her nurse was with her. Her soul was troubled and she did not receive

healing. She came back on another afternoon for prayer and returned the next day wearing

her corsets. She said, "I came down to show you that I am perfectly normal. When I retired

last night at 10 o'clock, there was no evidence that anything had taken place, beyond that

I felt comfortable and the choking was gone. But when I awoke this morning, I was my normal

size." I asked, "Did it disappear in the form of fluid?"

She said, "There was not an outward sign of any character." Beloved, what happened to

it? It dematerialized. The tumor dissolved. What is a miracle? It is the tangible evidence

of the supreme control of the Spirit of God over every character and form of materiality.

Beloved, the power of such an event, such an act and sign, shows you and me that through

living, positive, actual contact with the Spirit of God, all things are possible. Blessed

be His Name! I was in a meeting in Los Angeles on one occasion.

An old black man was conducting the services'. He had the funniest vocabulary. But I want

to tell you, there were doctors, lawyers, and professors listening to marvelous things

coming from his lips. It was not what he said in words; it was what

he said from his spirit to my heart that showed me he had more of God in his life than any

man I had ever met up to that time. It was God in him who was attracting people. One

man insisted on getting up and talking every little while. Some people have a mania for

talking. The old black brother endured it for a long

time. Finally, the fellow got up again, and the old man stuck his finger out and said,

"In the Name of Jesus Christ, sit down!" The man did not sit down. He fell down. And his

friends carried him out. That is only one of the living facts of what Christianity is:

the divine power of Jesus Christ by the Holy Spirit, filling a man's soul and body, flashing

through his nature like holy flame, accomplishing the will of God.

There is a baptism that belongs to Jesus. It is in His supreme control. No angel or

man can bestow it. It comes from Him alone. He it is which baptizes with the Holy Ghost.

John 1 Verse 33. So the individual who wants the Holy Spirit must come into definite, conscious

contact with Jesus Christ Himself. Bless God! Almost a year before I went to Africa, as

I was praying one night, I was overshadowed by the Spirit of the Lord. The Lord showed

me various places in which I would labor for five years and, by the illumination that would

appear in the heavens, I knew the extent of the work in each place. The last of these

places I saw was South Africa. That night as I knelt on the floor, I was suddenly present

at a church in Johannesburg, South Africa, Where an acquaintance of mine was pastor.

I walked in the door of the church, walked the entire length of the church to the front

and into a little vestry. I looked around the place and took note of everything; the

furniture, the room, and all about it. All of this occurred as I prayed in my hometown

near Chicago. In less than a year, I was in that church and pastor of it. God did the

whole thing. I had nothing to do with it. God having shown with the illumination the

marvelous extent and character of the work He was going to do all over the land, I had

faith to believe that the thing God showed me would come to pass, mid I have lived to

see it through. One evening in my own tabernacle, a young girl about 16 to 18 years of age by

the name of Hilda suddenly became overpowered by the Spirit of God.

She arose and stood on the platform beside me. I recognized at once that the Lord had

given the girl a message, so I simply stopped preaching and waited while the Spirit of God

came upon her. She began to chant in some language I did not know, and then made gestures

like those a Mohammedan priest would make when chanting prayers. In the back of the

house I observed a young East Indian, whom I knew. He became enraptured and commenced

to walk gradually up the aisle. No one disturbed him, and he proceeded up the aisle until he

had reached the front. Then he stood looking into the girl's face with intense amazement.

When her message had ceased, I said to him, "What is it?" He answered, " Oh, she speaks

my language!" I said, "What does she say?" He came up on the platform beside me and gave

the gist of her message. "She tells me that salvation comes from God. In order to save

men, Jesus Christ, Who was God, became man. She says one man cannot save another; that

Mohammed was a man like other men, not a power to save a man from his sins. But Jesus was

God, and He had power to impart His Spirit to me and make me like God. While I was preaching

in a church in South Africa, an American lady whose son resided in the state of Iowa, was

present in a week night service. Before the service began, she called me into

the vestry and said she had just received a letter from her daughter in law. It stated

that the woman's son, It college professor, appeared to be tubercular. He was compelled

to give up his teaching position and was in a condition of great weakness. As I conversed

with the mother, I observed that she, too, believed her son to be tubercular and that,

unless healing came to him quickly, he would die. I returned to the Audience Room; and

as we were about to pray, I stepped to the end of the platform and asked the mother to

hand me the letter. Taking it in my hands, I knelt to pray, inviting all present to join

me in faith in God for the man's deliverance. My spirit seemed to ascend in God, and I lost

all consciousness of my environment. Suddenly, I found myself standing in that young man's

home in Iowa, nearly 10,000 miles from Johannesburg. The man sat by a hard coal heater with a little

boy about two years old on his lap. I observed him critically and said to myself, your face

is hard and shows no evidence of soul development or spiritual life, yet your affection for

your son is a redeeming quality. His wife sat on the opposite side of the table, reading

a magazine. Observing her, I remarked to myself, When he got you, he got a Tartar! While standing

behind the man's chair, I laid my hands on his head, silently praying for God to impart

to him His healing virtue and make the man well that he might bless the world and that

his mother's heart might be comforted. There was no knowledge of my return. In a moment

I was aware that I was kneeling on the Church platform. I had been uttering audible prayer

and the Spirit of God was resting deeply upon the people.

Some six weeks later, word was received that the young man was quite well. His recovery

had begun on the exact date that prayer was offered for him in our church 10,000 miles

away. I was absent from the city of Spokane for

a time and, when I returned, Mrs. Lake was not at home. It was just time to leave for

my afternoon service when someone came in and said, "Your secretary, Mrs. Graham, is

in the throes of death. Your wife is with her."

Immediately I hurried to the place. One of my ministers' wives met me at the door and

said, "You are too late; she is gone." As I stepped inside, the minister was coming

out of the room. He said, "She has not breathed for a long time." But looking on that woman,

I thought of how God Almighty had raised her out of death three years before; how He had

miraculously given her back her womb, ovaries, and tubes which had been removed in operations;

how she had married and conceived a child. As these thoughts arose, my heart flamed!

I took that woman up off the pillow and called op God for the lightnings of heaven to blast

the power of death and deliver her. I commanded her to come back and stay. She came back after

having not breathed for 23 minutes! We have not yet learned to keep in living

touch with the powers of God. Once in a while our souls rise, and we see the flame of God

accomplish this wonder and that. But, beloved, Jesus Christ lived in the presence of God

every hour of the day and night. Never a word proceeded from the mouth of Jesus Christ,

but that which was God's Word. He said, The words that I speak unto you, they ore spirit,

and they are life John 6 Verse 63. When you and I are lost in the Son of God

and the fires of Jesus burn in our hearts, as they did in his, our words will be the

words of Spirit and of life. There will be no death in them. Beloved, we are on the way.

Having formal acknowledgement as a student of science, it was my privilege to attend

clinics, which I frequently did. At one time I submitted myself to a series

of experiments. It was not sufficient to know that God healed; I had to know how God healed.

I visited one of the great experimental institutions and submitted myself for a series of experiments.

First, an instrument was attached to my head. This instrument had an indicator that would

register the vibrations of the brain. I began to repeat things like the 23rd Psalm

to soothe the mind and reduce its vibrations to the lowest point. Then I repeated the 31st

Psalm, the 35th chapter of Isaiah, the 91st Psalm, and Paul's address before Agrippa.

After this, I went into secular literature and recited Tennyson's "Charge of the Light

Brigade" and finally Poe's "The Raven" as I prayed in my heart that at the psychological

moment, God would anoint my soul in the Holy Spirit.

My difficulty was that while reciting, I could not keep the Spirit from coming upon me. When

I finished with "The Raven," those in charge of the experiment said, "You are a phenomenon.

You have a wider mental range than any human being we have ever seen."

In reality, this was not so. It was because the Spirit of God kept coming upon me to such

degree that I could feel the moving of the Spirit within me.

I prayed in my heart, "Lord God, if You will only let the Spirit of God come like the lightnings

of God upon my soul for two seconds, I know something is going to happen that these men

have never seen before. As I recited the last lines of the poem, suddenly

The Spirit of God struck me in a burst of praise and tongues. The indicator on that

instrument bounded to the limit and I haven't the least idea how much further it would have

gone if it had been possible. The professors said, "We have never seen anything