Miracle Healing Is Real
The personal testimony of
Rev. Dr Winston Cuffie
"A man with an
experience is never at the mercy of a man with an argument." This
has been my response, for the past twenty-seven years, to questions
related to my position on miracle healing. I was virtually facing
death in in July 1978 when - thanks be to God - miracle healing in
the name of Jesus Christ, reversed my fate.
I remember, around May
1978, coming down the highway in a bus from a Port of Spain
home, after being given little hope for recovery. Viewing the
buildings and landscapes, I thought it was my last ride on the
route, so I should take my final look.
Mentally, I had well
rehearsed my funeral. I saw the coffin. I saw my body in it. I
saw my friends and others filing by the coffin. I heard the voices
of my friends expressing shock and dismay at my untimely passing. I
could hear the reaction as the news broke, "Cuffie dead?" "I
can't believe it!" - Grief overwhelmed me.
A million times I
wondered, why me? Why did I have to be cut off so young? Our family
was very poor, but some encouraging success in education appeared to
provide hope for a better life. So why?
I turned to medical
science, which did furnish some help. But that stomach condition
remained aggressively defiant. I tried, as they say, "everything in
the book", from medical science to bush medicine, to bush bath! As
physical degeneration became evident, I would look at the effects of
my countenance in the mirror, turn away and weep. It was frightening
to think about what more advanced stages of deterioration would
I remember coming up
High Street in San Fernando (South Trinidad) one day, after an X-ray examination at
the San Fernando General Hospital. As I looked at people happily
window-shopping, joking and laughing on the street. It pained me
deeply because I could not laugh anymore.
Believe it or not, in
those days I would spend one, two or as much as three hours at a
time on my knees, yes, on my knees, praying. But I was not born
again then, so I did not know the biblical standard of God's
righteousness for effective prayer. I was therefore further
confused, as things got progressively worse.
Then finally, a friend,
Jewan Singh, whose wife was literally sick unto death and had been
miraculously healed at a Pentecostal Church in San Fernando (South
the Ministry of Rev. Wilson Rampersad (now deceased), introduced me
to the same "remedy". Jewan was blunt with me. "Cuffie," he said,
"you know there is really no cure for your condition. You need to
come to Jesus, or Satan will destroy you."
May I say that although
I had been praying and did firmly believe in God, some of the "devil
things" and "heaven-and-hell business" seemed to be an insult to
what I regarded as "my intellectual perspective on things." But I
guess I had been humbled, somewhat, by having to face the fact that
not even that so-called "intellectual perspective" could provide me
with any tangible hope.
Above all, the living
testimony of a distinct miracle in Jewan's wife, heavily rebuked my
skepticism. I surrendered. Jewan arranged a vehicle to pick me
up at home the following evening, and take me down to Rev. Rampersad's church.
It was July 20, 1978, a
day I will never forget. I thought I had seen it all in the world of
religion and related spheres, which I had explored at that point,
but I had deceived myself. Here was a new world of miracles, life
and God's supernatural provision for victory over sin, sickness and,
in many ways, death. I accepted Christ as my personal Savior that
The born again
experience that Christ speaks about in John chapter three (which I
had previously scorned as some kind of fable and figment of the
imagination) was now a living experiential reality to me. Hope for
living swiftly replaced fear for dying. I no longer saw a funeral,
but a celebration. My friends were no longer going to be surprised
to hear that I was dead, but that I was a Pastor.
My physical healing
began instantly. Not very long after, I was completely healed, as I
diligently followed the principles of faith in the power of Christ.
I have dedicated my life to point people to the way out of sickness,
agony, fear, sin and desperation (which once tormented me) to the
way of abundant life in Christ. Understandably, the organisation
which I have founded is called Miracle Ministries. By God's
grace, I have been able to see quite fulfilling results.
I do not ever argue
with critics or skeptics about miracle healing. My unforgettable
personal experience from way back in 1978, and the numerous
undisputed miracles I have continued to witness (plus those that I
hear and read of otherwise - all in Jesus' name) have fully and entirely settled that issue. My duty
now is not to focus on skeptics, but those who believe. Skeptics
don't get the miracles, believers do. Again, I can tell you - I was
once a skeptic dying, but now I am a believer living! Which is
better? You choose.