Four-year-old Amelia had awakened one morning with what appeared to be patches of a wet rash on her arms and legs. Before the week was out, her entire body was covered with running sores. The first doctor to whom she was taken diagnosed the trouble as eczema. He prescribed treatment, but her condition continued to worsen. As the days went on, the sores began to bleed badly, and her whole body had to be encased in clothes. No water could touch her, and she was cleansed as gently as possible, with oil. Her arms were wrapped in bandages, and unable to bend them, they hung straight at the child’s side.
Her whole skin was cracked open. Blood and pus constantly oozed out. She was in continual pain, and it was torture for her to have the dressings changed.
She screamed if anyone came near her. It grew impossible to comb her hair, so covered with sores was her scalp. She had no eyebrows whatsoever and her eyelids had been eaten away with sores. Her ears were actually rotting away, and one ear seemed literally to be falling off, so devoured was it by disease. In the early stages of her disease, she had been able to play with other children, but now her appearance revolted them, and not only did they shun her, they were not allowed by their parents to visit her.
Before her face and head became so badly ravaged, her mother had tried to take her on a streetcar, but even then no one would sit beside her, and were reluctant to use even the seats adjacent to her. Young as she was, Amelia was pathetically conscious of the horror she engendered in others. She did not know why people stared, then turned away with an expression in their eyes she did not understand. It made her intensely unhappy. She would often cry and say to her mother, “Why doesn’t anyone like me?” until the time came that she was virtually never taken out of the house.
Doctor after doctor was consulted. They disagreed on diagnosis, but were in unanimous agreement on one point: whatever the malady was, it was the worst skin ailment they had ever encountered in their practice of medicine.
The Step of Faith
Grandmother asked permission of the child’s mother to take Amelia to one of Miss Kuhlman’s services. A devout Roman Catholic, as was the entire family, the grandmother had become interested in the Kuhlman ministry through the radio broadcasts. She had herself attended several services at which she felt she had been greatly helped.
Amelia’s mother not only granted permission to take the child but also agreed to pray at home during the hours of the service on the following day. The little girl had been brought up in a religious household and was a child of simple and complete faith in Our Lord and His ability to perform miracles. She went to the service that afternoon confident and expectant that she would be healed so that she would not hurt anymore and could play once more with her little friends—so that she could again go places with her mother and ride on streetcars and people would smile and want to sit beside her and not turn away with funny expressions on their faces. But above all, as she confided to her grandmother, “I want to see Jesus.”
Once inside the auditorium, even Grandma sought to cover the child’s head as best she could with her coat so that those who saw her wouldn’t be frightened. Amelia and her grandmother took their seats that afternoon in the rear of the auditorium.
The Miracle
During the singing toward the end of the service, Amelia poked her grandmother: “Look, Grandma,” she exclaimed in loud tones, “I see Jesus up there!”
“Where?” her grandmother whispered. Heads turned in the auditorium as the child said, “Up there! At the side of Miss Kuhlman! Look at Him—Jesus up there! And see—He has His hands out.” Her grandmother looked down at Amelia, and then she looked again, and her heart began to pound.
The sores on the little girl’s face were entirely dried up. There was no evidence of blood or pus anywhere to be seen. Her heart overflowed with joy and thanksgiving.
The following week Amelia was again taken to the auditorium. In the middle of the service, the scabs covering her face and head and body began to drop off. “They came off her like snow falling,” her grandmother said, “and I was embarrassed—for they fell all over some lady’s clothes. But most of all I was thankful, and the whole time I was praising the Lord.”
Complete Healing
Thus was Amelia completely and permanently healed.
She was grateful to Jesus from the bottom of her little heart, but she was not at all surprised, for she had known all along that He could and would perform the miracle.
The little girl’s skin was now flawless. There was no sign of a sore, no indication of a scab, no marks of any scarring. Within a short time, her washed and combed hair made a golden halo around her radiant little face.
Her eyebrows became full and well-marked; her eyelids and ears were fully restored. One thousand people saw the condition of this child and witnessed her healing, which the doctors call a miracle.
Miraculous Monday: 20th February 2023
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