I will never forget one night during a great crusade in Lucknow, India. Far to the edge of the crowd, there was a young student from the university - an agnostic - who hated everything that we were saying about Jesus Christ.He was a member of the religious political party of India that had vowed to drive Christianity from their shores. He was a real fanatic.
He stood there with his arms folded across his chest, in a defiant mood. Then as we preached about Jesus, suddenly the Lord appeared right in front of him.
He opened His hands where the man could see His scars, and stretched them out toward the man. Then Jesus spoke these words,
"Behold my hands! I am Jesus!"
That arrogant young student fell to the ground, in the dust, weeping and c rying.
After he regained control of himself, he came running to the platform and grabbed the microphone with trembling hands, and appealed to the multitude:
"Accept this Jesus! What this man is telling us is true! I saw Him! I saw the scars in His hands! He is alive!"
Thousands of people that night believed on Jesus Christ.
Blind people, lepers, deaf mutes, cripples, invalids carried on cots, and all kinds of sickness were healed in that overwhelming crusade.
-Dr. T.L. Osborn
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