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my ears, I heard Fran shout from the top of the hill, “Praise
the Lord!”
I chuckled and said to myself, as I gasped for breath,
“Amen!”
Three weeks later, when I next put on my suit coat to
go to church, I felt something in the pocket. I had
forgotten about the pills, the narcotics. They had never
crossed my mind all this time. I had carried them to the
meeting on Nob Hill, certain I would need them before the
afternoon was over. But the healing was total and
complete. I knew I would never need them again.
I went back to work in June. Since then, I have fallen
off ladders and jarred my back in ways that would cripple
the normal man. But it seems that my back is made of iron.
I am stronger than I have ever been in all my life.
Some of my friends were a little surprised that I went
back to my old job as a construction man. They thought I
would automatically become a preacher or a missionary.
But I am still the same Fred Burdick. Oh, I love God with all
my heart and I never pass up an opportunity to tell the
men on my crew or my customers what God has done for
me. No one is more grateful to God than I am.
I am still just a hard-working construction contractor. I
spend most of my hours working around rough, tough
men—brick layers, roofers, carpenters and plumbers. I am
not a preacher and I don’t try to act religious or pious. All
I know is that once I was a hopeless cripple and now I am
whole. And it was God who did it!
It used to bother me a little that folks thought I should