The Story of George
Wurlitzer’s Healing and Miracle
In December of 2015, I had knee replacement surgery on my
right leg. I had suffered an injury
playing softball some 25-plus years before, and I had come to the place that a
replacement knee was necessary. The surgery went perfectly.
However, near the end of May of 2016, I needed emergency
surgery because MRSA, an extremely serious and antibiotic-resistant bacteria,
had developed in my new knee replacement. I nearly died. I was in great pain
and required a morphine drip. I had two PICC lines to treat my body with two
different antibiotics that were supposed to work together to kill the MRSA
bacteria. (A PICC line is a thin long catheter inserted into a vein to
administer medicines, etc. from an exterior source.) I went to multiple
appointments to try to eradicate this life-threatening infection. One of the
antibiotics nearly killed me, and the
other was ineffective in killing the MRSA bacteria.
My doctor wanted to amputate my leg above the knee. His
concern was that if the MRSA bacteria spread to my bone marrow, kidneys, or
heart, I would die. While receiving medication through the PICC lines, the
doctor said “Your body is in complete duress. It has as much duress as a body
can handle.”
I am living without the use of my right leg. I am reduced to living on my couch. If I put
any weight on my right leg, it will break. If it breaks, I am back to square
one, and I imagine amputation. After
two weeks of living on my couch, I was out of hope… my “hope-ometer was at 0”.
In December of 2016, a year after my first surgery, I had a
third surgery to remove the MRSA infected knee replacement. A spacer was
inserted into my right leg to fill the place where a knee should be.
By March 2017 I had been living on the couch without the use
of my right leg for 14 months. The muscles were atrophied, my right leg nothing
but skin and bone. I had to use both my hands to lift my right leg because it
had no muscle or strength of its own. The doctor didn’t know if I would even
survive. I had no hope.
During these long 14 months of only living on the couch, I
suffered the agony of excruciating pain, and was heavily drugged because of it. I was discouraged. Depressed. Without hope.
I wouldn’t answer my phone even though many friends called
to encourage me, want to visit me and pray over me, but I was too depressed; I
just didn’t want to talk to anyone. I
was completely without hope so why bother?
When someone did reach me and ask me, “How are you doing?”
my reply: “I have reached my bottom and
I’m subletting an outhouse.”
My hopelessness was influenced by my spiritual battle of
weighing faith vs. my doctor’s words, of his vision of my future. His prognosis
was to amputate my leg now to save my life. He said “If something additionally
bad happens, or we do surgery and something bad happens, it will be too late to
amputate and you are dead.”
This period of time was not only terrible for me, but also
for my wife Lori. In the midst of my extremely dismal and painful near-death condition,
my wife had to keep working under a great load of stress.
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STRESS of working and leaving me at home
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STRESS of our finances due to my loss of income
and huge medical bills
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STRESS of what was happening at her place of
employment, which is our church; I’ll explain a little more later
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STRESS of living in a supernatural environment, including
negative and positive
But also during these long excruciating months of couch
time, I lived an amazing supernatural time. God gave me multiple supernatural
and spectacular Words. One of the
messages to me from God in an audible voice during my darkest days was “Pursue
My fires”. He meant both spiritually and
literally.
Me: “How do I do that with one leg?”
Another supernatural prophetic Word given to me was about
our church, an action that we needed to take immediately. I knew that I had to
have a sound mind not being influenced by medicines and pain killers in order
to communicate well and for my words be trustworthy. I stopped taking all my
medications, including the pain killers. I fasted for seven days to prepare
myself spiritually for the meeting I would have with our pastor to tell him the
message God had given me about our church. It was a difficult thing for our Pastor,
our Elders, and my wife Lori to hear because it would change something very
dear to the hearts of many of our people. It would also drastically impact the
church finances in a negative way regarding what could be seen only by the
physical eye. This is the stress added
to my wife regarding her job because she is employed as a financial officer for
our church.
The amazing thing about this is that after praying for about
two weeks, our pastor and elders received confirmation in their spirit and took
action to do what God had revealed to me. It was a giant act of faith, and as a
result, they became unpopular with some people, until the fruit of God’s plan
became visible in later months.
This Word for our church was only one of many supernatural
and spectacular Words from God during this time.
So, on the first Sunday afternoon in March of 2017, I asked
our Elders to come over and pray for me. By the time they left, I had a little
hope, my first glimmer of hope in a very long time.
The following Saturday I went to A Healing Place, a prayer
ministry outreach of our church, where a prayer team prayed for me.
Muscles started twitching, a feeling I had not felt for
months.
I felt a warming sensation throughout my leg. It became intense heat. In a picture, it felt
like a bolt of lightning.
I said to the team, “I think our Jesus healed my leg.” I wanted to drop my pants to see my leg and
test it, but of course I didn’t.
When we got out to our car, I said to my wife Lori, “I’m
gonna try something.” To which her response was, “Don’t you break it!”
I was able to use my right leg on its own power to get in
the car- my walker to my side, and slid in. I lifted my leg up with no
assistance or added power of my hands. I knew that it was healed, but didn’t
know to what extent.
At home, I could lift myself out of the car on my own power
using my right leg. Inside, I took off
my sweatpants down to my tidy whities and I could see that my right leg was
noticeably larger.
I measured my left leg – the uninjured one that had been
doing all the work for both legs for over a year. I measured my right leg that
had not been used in a year and a half.
They measured exactly the same!
I measured both legs twice to be sure it was accurate
measurement. They still measured the same!
JESUS healed me!
JESUS did a miracle of recreating new muscle in my right leg
where there had been none!
Before going to A Healing Place and having the team pray for
healing, I had been to a pre-op meeting with my doctor to discuss surgery for a
new knee replacement. The leg he was looking at then was my old skin and bone leg
with atrophied muscles.
After prayer, at the hospital for the new knee replacement surgery,
my doctor asked, “Where did you get your muscles?”
So I got to share my Jesus healing miracle story with my
doctor.
I now had hope for the outcome of a fourth surgery to put in
a new knee. The surgery was done and all
went perfectly.
During that terrible dark time, God had told me, “Pursue my
fires.” He meant it both spiritually and figuratively. Our church is now living
out the path of the Word God gave me for our church. The physical part is being
lived out now as my company is a big part of the massive cleanup in Paradise
after the devastating Camp Fire. I am back to work doing hard physical labor
for long hours each day. My right leg works perfectly.
I am living a crazy supernatural life!
Psalm 103:2-4
Let all that I am praise the Lord;
may I never forget the good things he does for me.
He forgives all my sins
and heals my diseases.
He redeems me from death
and crowns me with love and tender mercies.
