SID: Hello. Sid Roth here with Dave Hess. He just got a death sentence. I mean, he went into the hospital for a doctor, just something minor, and they say you have one month to live. And so he went, he told his family about it. He goes to the hospital. He had had a couple of prophetic words that made a big difference in his life. But as big a difference as they prophetic words made, here you are in the cancer hospital. They say you have one of the most aggressive forms of leukemia, that it’s really too late for treatment, but they’re gonna do the best that they can. And you’re in this hospital and you hear people in the cancer ward, in pain, in agony. There was a particular man in the next room to you. Tell me about him.
DAVE: Yes. He was very angry, angry at his wife, angry that the nurses couldn’t make anyone happy, and I met him one morning in the solarium.
SID: He also had a pretty foul mouth.
DAVE: Very foul mouth. And I learned a few new words actually from him. But we were in the solarium together and I found out that he had cancer. He had leukemia, not the same strain as I had, but he had leukemia. And he saw me reading my Bible, and he came over and I was reading from Isaiah 53. And he said, “What are you reading?” I said, “I’m reading some good stuff here.” He said, “Well read it to me.” And so I read Isaiah 53 about the fact that the Messiah was coming to, among other things, “Carry our sicknesses to a place of battle and win the battle.” And he said, “Those are nice words. Do you think they’re true?” I said, “Yes.” And I said, “Could I pray for you?” And he said, “Okay.” And so I prayed for him. Now I didn’t like this man. He was a foul man, an angry man.
SID: I understand.
DAVE: But I prayed for him with all the faith I had at that point. And a short time later there was knock on my door. He was there in his street clothes with his wife and he said, “Well your prayers worked, Preacher. No more cancer. I’m going home.”
SID: Wait a second. This is a foul-mouthed type of guy that obviously doesn’t know God. He gets healed. Dave is in the hospital living his life as best he knows how for God and he’s dying. That plain doesn’t sound fair to me, Dave. Does it sound fair to you?
DAVE: No. We talked about this. God and I had some talks on this.
SID: I’m sure.
DAVE: But what I did see is He pours out His love on everyone. And I saw His heart love for this man and it gave me a new perspective on people.
SID: Okay. That’s wonderful. But you’re in that situation.
DAVE: I was still there.
SID: And you’re getting pictures in your head, awful pictures. What were they of?
DAVE: Well often at night, two, three in the morning I for some reason couldn’t sleep. And there in my room, one little light, a night light under my bed, I would sit and look at the ceiling or look out the window and pray or sing, and think. I had a lot of time to think. And one particular night I was thinking about that family without me. And I had pictures of my wife at home paying bills with me, my daughter coming down the aisle at her wedding without me there, my sons playing in the backyard without me. There was a song that had become a source of strength for me. It was written by Kirk Franklyn. And the words of the song are, [singing] “I know that I can make it. I know that I can stand. No matter what may come my way my life is in your hands.” [speaking] And I would sing that and sing that, and peace would come upon me. But that particular night when I sang the grief was greater than my ability to sing. And before long I choked right in the middle of singing the song.
SID: And a nurse comes in and did the most amazing thing.
DAVE: The door opened to my room, three o’clock in the morning, and a nurse came in. I had never seen her before. With the limited light in the room I could tell that she was an African-American woman. But the thing that shocked me was she was singing the very song I had been singing.
SID: So she heard you singing obviously in the hall.
DAVE: I wasn’t singing loudly at all. I was just singing barely enough.
SID: So she couldn’t hear you. So how could she hear you singing in the hall?
DAVE: No one humanly couldn’t have heard me singing the song. But she came over and when she sang it, she wasn’t singing it like I sang it. She sang it to me, over me, into me, “You can make it. You can stand. No matter what comes your way your life is in His hands.” And then she reached down and grabbed my head, which was bald by that time because of the chemo, and she lifted it up off the pillow. I don’t remember much about her facial features, but her eyes were the most courageous eyes I’ve ever seen. Her eyes seemed to be saying, “If you could see what I see you would not be afraid.” And she prayed for me in a language I had never heard before and laid my head back on the pillow, patted me on the chest and walked out of the room. Now a short time later my regular nurse, Rosemary, came into the room and she said it looked like I was glowing. I had a smile on my face. She said, “Well you look perky this morning.” And I told her what happened. And she said, “You’re seeing things.” I said, “What do you mean?” She said, “Well my medical cart has been parked outside of your door all night and I’ve been working in and out of the different rooms, and no one came into your room. Besides, we don’t have an African-American nurse on duty.”
SID: Then the kicker was that prophetic word.
DAVE: The kicker was several days later getting a note in the mail that said, it was from a pastor friend of mine. He said, “One of our women saw this vision and the vision was,” and she wrote it out on the card, it’s actually written on an offering envelope from the church, “The Lord sent an angel to minister courage to Dave. I saw this angel lift up Dave’s head like a mom would lift a little child’s head and pray for him, and courage went into his spirit.”
SID: I’ll tell you. I don’t have another to say, but do you believe in angels? I believe in angels and I believe that you’re going to be in a cancer-free zone when we come back. Don’t go away.
