Testimony Of Mike B. Dill

I have been asked to put my testimony on paper after having Richard Eutsler hear it one night at a revival. I will attempt to do so here.

I was a Christian in the late 70’s, having accepted Christ after a crisis in my life. I wanted to become self-employed and after talking things over with my wife, we decided to give it a try. In 1980, I started my business and was excited about making it a Christian business. After 5 years of struggling and many disappointments, things really began to roll for me. However, by this time, my walk with the Lord was waning. The problem was my customers, who were self-proclaiming, hands-in-the-air, "Christians." You know the type. They quickly find fault with other Christians, or raise their hands and swear, "I would never do such & such." These people would go out of their way to find fault with something you did, and you could never get paid by them. I finally came to the decision that the only way to tell about a Christian was to get into their pocket. You might say that there can’t be too many of these kind. I thought that, too.

I can truthfully say that after 17 years of being self-employed, I have found 2 people, who said they were Christians, and acted like it when things didn’t go right.

I soon came to dread working for Christians. I made up my mind to back out of the church. I did not want to be part of this group. Better than that, I didn’t want the world to look at me and think I was part of the group.

I knew a Christian life was the only way to live, or raise a family. So, I continued to try to live a proper life "privately." I would sometimes read my Bible, but I wasn’t where I needed to be.

One day I stumbled across Hebrews 6:4-6. I felt like I couldn’t come back. I was lost and I knew I was lost. I was heartbroken about it. I continued in this situation for several years.

Then one day while running radio frequencies on satellite TV, I came across this gruffy voice which was saying things I couldn’t skip over. He sounded like a gangster on TV. But his message was one that struck dear to my heart and much to my pleasure, he gave an 800 phone number.

After listening for sometime, I called in one late Saturday night. This unknowingly started a long road back to where I should be in Christ.

On one of his trips around the country, in his motor home, he found his way to my backyard and stayed with me a couple of weeks. What a blessing and beginning of a very good friendship. He liked South Carolina and the house next door came up for sale and he decided to buy it.

Richard, it turned out, is a mighty man of God, and he witnessed to me regularly. I listened politely, and would have Bible studies, but Hebrews 6:4-6 was still right there. The print in the Bible never changed. It constantly haunted me. We discussed it and he told me it didn’t mean what I thought it meant. But I had doubt, and now I felt unworthy.

One day he said, in a very disgusted tone, "Are you going to have to have a heart attack, lie in the hospital, and have a miracle healing to get the message?" I thought about it and said, "That would be a pretty good indication." Little did I know that he began to pray for a heart attack.

Some months later, my wife, a critical care R.N., came home from work crying. I have never known this to happen and, of course, I was concerned and wanted to know what was wrong.

She said that one of her patients that day was the husband of a friend. He had a stroke and he was her patient in Intensive Care. Things didn’t look good for him. Money had been very tight for them and he was cutting his medicine in half. At the end of the day, she was walking to her car when she saw another friend in the hall, so she stopped to talk. It turned out that her husband had suffered a stroke and he was still in the Emergency Room. It was just too much for my wife. After crying on the way home, she sat in front of me, warning me not to cut my blood pressure medicine, and I had a heart attack right in front of her. What a mess that was. Looking back, I still can’t imagine how she must have felt.

Off to the hospital I went. Three days in Intensive Care, and the doctor wanted an angiogram. As this procedure was performed, the doctor was able to point out the blockage causing the trouble. I knew it was there, I saw it.

My wife and I knew that Richard and his wife were in Florida, visiting his mother for Thanksgiving. We got him on the phone and told him what was happening. Then we prayed and he believed for the healing. I was hoping for it. The doctor decided not to operate at that time, but send me home on medication and we would see how I responded. Some months later, the doctor wanted one final test.

I went to the hospital and they put me on a treadmill and made me perform a 10 minute test. I was ready to drop. They injected nuclear medicine in my veins and placed me in a large machine that looked like a big donut. It hummed and ticked for 20 minutes. The next morning I went back to the hospital for another injection of nuclear medicine and another 20 minutes in the donut, this time without exercise.

Two days later, I went back to the doctor for the results of the tests. He walked into the room where I was waiting, placed his hand on my back, looked at me with very wide eyes and said, "THIS CAN’T BE!" He said, "You are normal." I thought to myself that he meant that for someone after a heart attack, I was doing as well as expected. So I thought I would have some sort of quirk to live with.

Then I asked, "What does normal mean?" The tone of his voice went up about 2 octaves and he answered saying, "There is no scaring, no blockages, no anything. This doesn’t happen with the type of heart attack you had. I can’t tell you’ve EVER had a heart attack. Your heart is as healthy as any other 50 year old man. I can’t understand it."

I thought on this and asked, "Would you call this a miracle?" "No, no," he said, "I am very careful how I throw around the word miracle. However, we do have about 10% of our patients for which we have no explanation for and you certainly will be on that list."

As I left his office, I remembered Richard’s question, "Will you have to have a heart attack with a miraculous healing to believe?’ At that time, I knew Jesus thought I was worth it. I no longer felt unworthy. And now I know you are worth it, too.

We together would like to start a church. I think I might even learn to preach.

Mike Dill