A government servant in a South American country , He was a faithful follower of Christianity , A householder who upheld higher values, and little known to wider society.
He suffered from searing headache . No doctor could cure him. He would hear a voice, agree, agree.
He knew not where it came from .
In a fit of defeatism he heeded the voice.
And the headache troubled him no further.
One of the family friends was suffering from terminal cancer.
He went along with his wife and stayed there for the night.
Earlier he had offered the usual consolation to the patient .
In the middle of the night he woke up and entered the kitchen.his wife was a silent observer.
She followed him.
He picked up a knife, went upto the patient’s bed, and plunged the knife in the region where the tumour was.
He lifted it , went back to the kitchen, placed the offending flesh in a glass jar and returned to his bedroom.
His wife , who was the witness , was too stunned for words.
Next morning she checked up, and the tumour was in the container.
The patient was taken to the hospital . surprisingly , the doctors found the tumour missing from her body.
Bar a small cut in the flesh which healed by itself there were no complications.
Thus started a healing mission that startled the medical community, gained him massive publicity and of course such negative attention that he was jailed for quackery.
A sympathetic politician supported him to the hilt and he was freed.
Thus ends the first phase of his mission.
We will take up the second phase later.
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