I, Peter D. Laue, had a dream early in the morning of August 14th, 1999. In this dream I saw hundreds of people milling around in a large hall. Many of the people were not well. Some were disfigured physically, others were disfigured emotionally or mentally. I asked some of them, “Who do you think I am?” Those who answered said, “You are a doctor.”
I mingled with the crowd and began praying for some. I remember one young man in particular. His face had two normal eyes, but the rest of his face was only skin. I prayed for him and then continued to walk amongst the people. Later I again ran into the man for whom I had prayed earlier. His face was healed in every way and he was very grateful.
I tried to get the crowd’s attention. I wanted to teach them about holding onto their healing once God had touched them. I tried to teach them how to stand firm and not allow the devil or the lust of their own flesh to rob them of the gift of their healing. I tried to teach them how to weather-strip the windows of their soul. But there were only a few in the crowd that listened to my words. The others were aimlessly walking about chatting with one another.
Then something happened that truly amazed me. More and more people came to the front of the hall where I happened to be standing. They asked for prayer. Some were slain in the Spirit as I merely looked at them. Others brought their medication and spilled it on the floor in front of me. The pills were scattered all over and began to accumulate all around me. There were thousands of pills, several inches deep. There seemed to be all kinds of pills for all kinds of problems.
I asked several doctors who happened to be nearby what would happen if I scooped up a bunch of these pills and swallowed them all at once. They replied, “They would kill you.” I tried to show the crowd that I was immune to the toxic effect of many different pills being swallowed at one time; but I had a hard time swallowing any of them. I was not sure what this meant.
At the end of what now seemed to be some kind of a miracle healing service, I was totally exhausted. I was asked to come back the next day for another service but declined to commit myself. But I did say this, “I will come back, but not tomorrow. Assemble yourselves daily and pray for me to return. But when I do come back it will be a surprise.” When I awoke, I was like an empty jug, totally poured out.
How am I to interpret this dream? How might you interpret this dream? The desire to see people healed has consumed my life ever since I had what might be called my “Road to Damascus” experience some thirty-three years ago. I have had a compelling desire since then to see people set free from the use of drugs that treat both mental and emotional disorders. And that includes the use and abuse of all drugs, whether they be legal or illegal, over-the-counter or prescription drugs. My own mother became dependent on drugs; but one day, at the age of 83, she was able by the grace of God to flush all of them down the toilet. After that, a number of times she and I went to her local pharmacy and stretched out our hands toward the many shelves filled with over-the-counter drugs and asked Jesus to heal and deliver those who were going to purchase them.
I believe in dreams. I believe in visions. I believe in miracles. I believe in Jesus, “The Great Physician.” I am speaking only to those who, like the woman with the issue of blood, have spent all their resources on cures that brought no relief, to those who are desperate. (Luke 8:43–48). You have nothing more to lose and everything to gain if you trust Jesus to heal you and set you free from your pain and misery. Reach for the hem of His garment today.
To build your faith, I shall remind you of two stories. It would be good if you would read them in their entirety. The first one is from the Old Testament. The second one is from the New Testament.
Naaman, captain of the host of the king of Syria, was instructed by the prophet Elisha to bathe seven times in the Jordan River, and he would be healed of leprosy. Reluctantly, he obeyed. “So Naaman went down to the Jordan River and dipped himself seven times, as the prophet had told him to. And his flesh became as healthy as a little child’s, and he was healed! “ (2 Kings 5:14). Complying with the prophet’s instructions was the key to Naaman’s healing.
When a physician writes a prescription, we dare not violate its instructions. Likewise, the Word of God and the word of His prophets, living or dead, is our prescription for healing. We dare not disobey His Word and His prophets, lest we arouse God’s anger and forfeit our healing.
Here is the story from the New Testament:
As Jesus was walking along, he saw a man blind from birth.
“Master,” his disciples asked him, “why was this man born blind? Was it a result of his own sins or those of his parents?”
“Neither,” Jesus answered, “But to demonstrate the power of God. All of us must quickly carry out the tasks assigned us by the one who sent me, for there is little time left before the night falls and all work comes to an end. But while I am still here in the world, I give it my light.”
Then he spat on the ground and made mud from the spittle and smoothed the mud over the blind man’s eyes, and told him, “Go and wash in the Pool of Siloam” (the word “Siloam means “Sent”). So the man went where he was sent and washed and came back seeing! (John 9:1–7)
Now let us continue with the dream and discover its significance. Whether or not we choose to follow the instructions “The Great Physician” places before us is left up to each individual. Is our first response to pain a pill or a prayer? I say this to you who have medicine cabinets full of pills that cost a lot but have not healed you. I say this to you who have shoeboxes full of drugs for which you have robbed, conned someone, or committed murder. I say this to you whose refrigerators and waistlines are bulging with beer. I say this to you whose teeth are stained with nicotine.
If you are sick and tired of being sick and tired, if you are desperate, your miracle is at hand. Bring your ills and pills to the feet of Jesus and leave them there. He will scoop them up. Be violently determined to trust and obey Jesus. And when your are healed, He will be able to use you to compassionately touch others!
I have provided a picture of Jesus’ outstretched hands here so anyone can place his or her pills and ills into His (not Peter’s) hands. Violently trash your treasures, flush your pleasures, and break your crutches. Our “crutches,” our expensive dead-end habits, may not remain hidden in our homes. They must be destroyed. Whatever is still in our homes still lives in our hearts. It is to be a tangible, physical transaction. It is to be marked on your calendar. It is to be witnessed by a friend. It is to be sealed with a prayer of repentance and thanksgiving for your healing and freedom. Write your name and the date into the palm of Jesus’ hands provided below and place the picture where you will be reminded daily of your transaction. Do it now while your heart is full of faith and courage. My heart aches for you. Know that these words are saturated with passion and compassion.
God is waiting to transform us and our false illusion of wellness, our thoughts of suicide and despair. He wants to transform the heart of every wimp and slave into the heart of a warrior. He alone can make ALL things new.
The movie “Patch Adams,” starring Robin Williams, is a mirror of my life. Let it also become a mirror of your life. If you have already seen it, go see it again. Maybe God is waiting to speak to you as He has spoken to me. He is not limited to using dreams, visions, or the Bible to speak to us. He can use a donkey or an ordinary secular Hollywood movie like “Patch Adams,” “Ben Hur,” or “The Ten Commandments” to get our attention.
I have seen a number of movies that have been like a mirror of God’s roadmap for my life. He is always speaking, but we, His children, don’t always hear His voice. And we don’t always obey. These words have kept me close by His side for the past thirty-three years: “Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams.” (1 Samuel 15:22). His grace has been sufficient to see me through the trials that have forged these words. I shall not let Satan imprison me or write my obituary! I now diligently, even violently guard my health and share my new-found freedom with those who will receive my words. Copy and share them liberally, but with discretion.
I have adopted this prayer and offer it to you:
“Lord Jesus, I want to be so alive and so well, that I am contagious in a God-way.”
If the above has piqued your curiosity, if you are hungry for more, if you are ready to be challenged to the “max”, read about the life of John G. Lake (1870-1935). The ISBN is 0-8814-962-4.
It’s no longer a dream. I’m back; but it’s no longer me, but Christ in me. My jug is full, full with the fire and favor of the Most High God.
Peter D. Laue – another Patch Adams
“BEHOLD, I HAVE GRAVEN THEE UPON THE PALMS OF MY HANDS.”