Miss Jordan became very hopeful, and received strong assurance, in answer to prayer, that her mother might be healed.  Mrs. Furlong received no assurance whatever in her mother’s case.  There was a great deal of talking and praying about it, in the family, and finally Mrs. Jordan humbly claimed the Lord’s help, beseeching Him that since He had recorded that He would make the blind to see, the lame to walk, and the deaf to hear, if it was His will He would heal her.  This was the night of June 16th, 1884.

In the morning Miss Jordan was so hopeful that she rose early, and attentively listened to the movements in her mother’s room.  She called the little family’s attention to them, saying, “Just listen to her;” and as, holding on by the banister, the aged mother came with her accustomed slow movements down to the dining room, Miss Jordan said, to them, “Now, watch her.”

According to the long habit of eight years, she began to reach out for her cane, unconscious that she had been walking around her room with new freedom.  Miss Jordan went toward her and said, “Mother, do you want your cane?” and, wondering, the old lady walked freely into the dining room.  They gathered around her, and said, “Are you not healed, mother?” and she began to think she was, and sat down in her chair by the table.  Could she move her hand?  The doubled-up thumb, and straight, stiff finger, were perfectly free and as limber as ever, and the stiff wrist joint moved with perfect freedom! She heard as well as anybody! Could she see?  She went up-stairs to her Bible, whose blurred, dim pages she had thought closed to her forever, and she could read as well as ever, and without glasses!  She could thread the finest needle.  Could she kneel and thank the Lord?  She had not knelt for eight years.  Yes, she could kneel as well as when she served the Lord in her youth!

Christian reader, stop here and think what a joyful family that was that June morning.  That aged saint, of a little more than 85 years, was in good health again!  And her two daughters had been snatched from the jaws of death!  What a triumph of blessed memories to leave in legacy to that young, hopeful, Christian son, who, in childhood, had himself repeatedly proved that the Lord hears and answers prayer!

Mrs. Jordan has never used cane or crutch since that morning.  She has frequently walked five blocks, to go to her church; and, a few weeks after her healing, she one day walked the distance of about fifteen blocks.  She has walked for hours in Lincoln Park, among the plants and flowers, and she goes up and down stairs, and wherever she likes, as well as anyone.

She has the use of her faculties, and an altogether comfortable use of her sight, though that is not so acute as at first.  Her earliest joy was that she was permitted to see that the Lord had some purpose in sparing her so long.

Dear Christian reader, shall the wonderful manifestation of that “purpose” strengthen your faith?  It helps me.