"I thought maybe I was just getting old. When working around my horse barn I seemed to be resting in my lawn chair more often. I would pet the cat my granddaughter Kristen gave me because I was home alone and she didn’t want me to be lonely. In October, I finally went to the doctor. The first time I met him was four years prior and we became friends despite the fact that he was a Muslim and I was a Christian. After that initial, lengthy first meeting, he had said the prophets were dead and there were no more miracles. He said it was all science now. I told him we would have to agree to disagree because I had seen many miracles happen. This doctor is not one of them Muslim radicals. He is a good, kind and caring man. Our conversation was not tense or hostile in the slightest. I love this man and told him so.—Now four years later I am in his office having our usual friendly visit. After a short time he asked what I was there for that day. I said, “Doc, I have cancer.” He took a full step backwards and said, “You don’t have cancer! Where do you think you have cancer?” I told him it was in my lungs, lymph nodes, or somewhere in my chest area. Again he said, “Who told you that you have cancer?” I replied by telling him the Holy Spirit had told me. He then checked my lymph nodes and said they were clear but added, “John, because you are a friend of mine and because you pray for people, I am going to send you to have a chest X-ray.” I knew in my heart that he loved me. I went and had my X-ray that same day. That was on a Monday. Friday morning at 8:15 AM his nurse Kathy called me and said, “John, you have a mass in your chest.” She was very concerned. Kathy and I were friends also and had prayed together for other things. I answered with, “I know.” She then informed me that she had scheduled a Cat Scan for the following Tuesday. I wasn’t alarmed. You see, I still was ready to go but willing to stay. I hung up the phone and went into my office. I have an office now since the kids left home. I sat in my desk chair and began to pray. I felt something happening. The feeling started dead center in my chest and was intensifying. I started to enjoy it and quit praying. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can take the place of that feeling. I felt the healing touch and the presence of the Holy Spirit.—When the Cat Scan came back, it was completely clear! Yes! I gave all the praise to God. I got up and walked out to the horse barn. Just by walking I knew I had been healed. I felt stronger and was breathing better. I didn’t need anything else to convince me. The doctor still wanted me to have a bone density test the following week. I walked in his office just to sign in at the window and then go across the hall for the test. I saw Kathy behind the window looking for something. I never see her up front; she is always in the back with patients. I know the Lord had her up front. I called her name through the little hole in the glass and said, “Tell doc when I have that bone density test it will be clear.” She replied, “Okay John,” but I could tell she was distracted. I repeated what I had said to her a second time. I had her attention then. She said, “Okay John, I will,” and she did, and the test was clear. No sign of cancer, mass was gone as well. Then the Lord told me to testify (share my story)." – John Taylor, "The Muslim and My Cancer"
