Oneta 84

About twenty years ago I wrote a paper called “Put Me In Remembrance.” (Isaiah 43:26)  This is an excerpt from that paper.  Remember I was writing to God.  Believe me I did not lie nor stretch the truth!  

Anointing with oil, James said (James 5:14). One time over in Claremore I was

having a hearing problem in my right ear. On my way to a cell group prayer, you (God)

told me to stop and get olive oil to be anointed and prayed for. The only bottle of

oil there was kind of large; I felt awkward about carrying it in to the prayer so I

managed to get it into my purse. When I arrived somewhat late, a discussion

was taking place. Someone said to me, “You’re an old-timer. What do you know

about anointing with oil?” Amazed, I told them I believed in it; “In fact,” I said, “I

just bought some so you all could anoint me with oil and pray for my ear.” They did
just that. Two days later while I was in my classroom, the proper hearing came
back into my right ear.

A follow up kind of thing relating to oil just happened last month here in Mustang.
On Sunday my right hand became terribly sore. Shaking hands was very painful.
When I woke Monday, the pain was even worse. I found it very difficult to brush
my teeth – even to the point that I attempted to brush with my left hand. Turning
the door knob was almost impossible. I was on the way to the Monday morning
meeting at church when I remembered the “oil” experience. I stopped at Larry’s
Grocery. As I entered I saw a sign on the door; it related to pain medicine that
was there available for Osteo-arthritis. A quick question came to my mind about
whether that would be good for me. Putting that aside, I went in to get the oil. As
I was leaving the store, I noticed my hand hardly hurt at all when I pushed the
door open. Could that really be? It was. There was hardly any pain left.

Perhaps it could be described as a bit of an ache. No, it wasn’t really even that
much. I could hardly wait to tell the folks at church that morning, while
demonstrating my ability to twirl my hand around with my purse in it. I did go
ahead in obedience having them to anoint and pray for me. The pain has not been

Since Grandma Rodgers, Daddy, and Mother all had very painful arthritis, I have
had to be especially alert to keep that threat turned over to you. The first
experience relating to it, was when I was quite young, possibly in my thirties. A
group of Muse people had gone to a meeting in preparation for a healing service.
(I think maybe for a Mario C. crusade.) The leader was explaining that they
did not plan to have a healing line; rather folks who needed prayer would be
invited to stand and other believers around them would pray for them. He said the
Lord would demonstrate what he would do right then and there. He asked
everyone to think of something that hurt them right then, then ask the person sitting by us to pray for us and God would heal us. I believe I was sitting by Alene P. I told
her the only thing I could feel wrong right then was some arthritis in my middle
finger, left hand. She prayed and the pain left immediately. That was a landmark
time in my faith for turning the arthritis threat to you. And, thanks also for the time
Margaret Johnson touched my heal in prayer. She had no reason except for you
to know about my foot problem that night. Lord, I have to keep reminding
myself to keep every word I write in absolute truth. You know I am not even
exaggerating these incidents. However, they are amazing almost beyond

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. says:

    I love this. I believe that the oil didn’t heal you, but God did. It was your faith and God’s love that made that happen.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I believe it was obedience that had a lot to do with it. You are right, however, the oil did not heal. The Holy Spirit as represented by the oil is the healer. ♥♥

  2. I’m a little confused – did you buy the pain medicine (You didn’t say if it was oil or something else.) or just cooking oil? I have had similar experiences. Sometimes the oil is medicinal, but other times not.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I didn’t buy the medicine. I bought the plain old cooking oil. James speaks of anointing wit h oil. James 5:14. However, I do not think the oil did the healing. I believe being obedient to what I felt like God wanted me to do was founded on scripture. I believe my mind being distracted to buy the medicine was a test of my obedience. I think the “coincidence” of my action and the fact that it was being discussed in the prayer group at that time was no coincidence. Thanks for the questions and comments. I do not believe “oil” is necessary as a means of healing. I do not believe baptism in water is an absolute necessity for salvation but I believe that it is an important act of obedience that pleases God. Help any? What do you think?

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