THE TESTIMONY OF LYNETTE HART

While warfare is on the rise, God's power is still available for His
people!!!

Put on the full armour of God daily, beloved - you will need it in the
battle zone.

Having served God all of my life, I knew the Word taught that God was
our Healer, but I had never had to call on Him for healing for myself.
Though I have always had a love for God's Word, now I know it is life to me. My
husband Jim and I founded Eagle's Nest Worship Center (
http://www.mitec.net/~jskinner/enwc.html) in October 1990. The rigours
of pioneering this new church were tremendous. It was not unusual to be at
the church from early morning to late at night since there was so much
to do and so few people to do it. When I felt much more tired than usual,
I just assumed it was because of our hectic schedule.

On Saturday, April 23, 1994, I was first hit with a horrible pain in my
back. Jim was leaving that afternoon to preach in Louisiana and didn't
want to leave me alone. Knowing that the church in Louisiana was so
excited about his coming, I insisted that I would be fine and told him
to go ahead with his trip. He reluctantly left, but arranged for Kristen,
our Children's Pastor, to stay with me. The pain in my back was so intense I
could hardly stand it. Kristen tried to get me to go to the hospital,
but I kept thinking that it would go away. I made it through the night, but
I didn't feel any better the next morning. I got ready and went to church.

As I was leading Praise and Worship, the pain became unbearable and I
had to be carried off the platform and taken to the hospital emergency room.
After doing some blood testing and giving me medication to ease the
pain, the doctors said that I possibly had gall bladder problems and so I got
scheduled for an ultrasound. Having never had any health problems, I
dreaded the possibility of having gall bladder surgery. Little did I
know that I would soon be wishing it was only surgery I was facing.

My husband kept checking back to see how I was feeling. I told him not to worry
and told him that maybe the doctors would be able to just give me some
medication to take care of everything. I went for my ultrasound, and
results were expected the next day. Even though I was taking
medication to help ease the pain, it became increasingly worse until I had to go to
the emergency room again the next night. During that trip to the hospital
the doctor scheduled me to have a CT scan the next morning before I
received my ultrasound results.

Wednesday, April 27th --- As I was getting ready to leave to get my test
results, I received a phone call from Pastor Dube, a dear friend who
also pastors in Omaha. He said, "Lynette, God gave me a scripture for
you..., Psalm 118:17 --- I shall not die, but live and declare the works of
the Lord." I said, "Pastor Dube, I'm not that sick!" "All I know is that
God spoke to me. I am continuing my prayers for you." I thought then
that Pastor Dube had really missed it! I was a little bothered by the
seriousness of that scripture but tucked it away in my heart as I left
for the doctor's office.

Nothing could have prepared me for what the doctor had to tell me. He
seemed very sad as he asked me, "Mrs. Hart, How much do you know?"
"What do you mean? They said that it might be my gall bladder." I still wasn't
thinking that it would be anything serious, so I was completely taken
off guard when he said to me, "Mrs. Hart, the radiologist at the hospital
faxed me your CT scan results. You have a tumor the size of a softball on
your pancreas. It also shows problems in your liver. It may be malignant.
You need to be scheduled to see a surgeon immediately."

People always ask me how I felt hearing those words and my reply to them
is, "How would you feel?" One day you are healthy and whole enjoying
serving the Lord and then suddenly you're faced with the possibility of
death. I was fearful beyond words! My husband got home that night and
when he walked into the room, I said, "Jim what are we going to do?" He said,
"We have served God all of our lives and we know what He can do. We are
going to fight this with the Word!"

The next few days were a blur of more tests and biopsies as the doctors
were trying to determine the exact diagnosis. By the end of the next
week I was told that I had pancreatic cancer, that the tumor was malignant
and that there was cancer throughout my liver. The doctor told me, "I know
your pastors. I know about your faith, but there is nothing that can
help you. Your condition is inoperable and you have anywhere from two
months to eight months to live." I could hardly even sit up on my own by this time
and was leaning back against a wall in the examination room. Then
something rose up within me and I told the doctor, "Well, then it's a
good time for a miracle."

The battle had now really begun and my husband and our church started
fighting for me in every way they knew. People from all over the city
prayed for me. Even other churches stood in the gap, believing God
for my complete healing. We received calls from churches and ministers all
over the country letting us know that they were praying and fasting on
my behalf. Jim was supported by local pastors as they stood with him in
the battle. We knew that we were not fighting alone. The Body of Christ
rallied together in our time of need.

Two weeks after my original diagnosis, we went to the Mayo Clinic for a
second opinion. The new tests at the Mayo Clinic came back with the
same results as the previous ones, except that the x-rays showed that the
cancer had by that time spread into my lungs. The specialists there
recommended an intense round of chemotherapy to shrink the size of my
liver. Much of my pain was caused by my liver being swollen to five
times its normal size. They made it clear that the chemotherapy would not
reduce the cancer or the tumor, but they hoped it would decrease the level of
my pain until I died. Jim and I decided to let them do the 72-hour chemo
treatment.

As Jim wheeled me in for chemotherapy, he leaned down and spoke these
powerful words to me, "Everything you are going to see and hear will be
death. I want you to guard the Gates of Your City! Your city, being you
yourself, your eyes, your ears and what you speak. Don't let anything
come out of your mouth except what the Word says. Guard your ears against
anything that is contrary to what the Word says. Even though the
symptoms you are seeing are real, the Word is bigger than those symptoms." That
revelation became a catalyst for my miracle. We were not denying that I
had cancer and was very close to death. What the doctors were telling
us was medical fact, but we understood that the truth of God's Word
superceded medical facts. God's Word had already made it clear that, "By His
stripes we are healed" (1 Peter 2:24) We had set ourselves to claim this Word
of God.

While the chemotherapy chemicals were being pumped into my body, the
Word of God was constantly being pumped into my heart, mind and spirit. There
was continuous praise music and scripture reading going on in my room.
Knowing that what we see, hear and say affect us, my husband saw to it
that the only things said around me and to me were what God had to say about
the situation. My family and friends would gather around my bed and
have a praise service, singing and magnifying God. They were thanking Him for
the victory even though they weren't seeing it yet.

While lying in the hospital room my mind would race in and out of
reality I kept asking my family, "Do you see the lions?" They thought the
morphine was making me see things, but I kept insisting that I saw lions pacing
back and forth watching me. One night as I was seeing the lions, God spoke
to me, "Remember the scripture in 1 Peter 5:8..., your adversary the
devil, walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. Notice the
word 'may'..., that is a permissive word. I didn't that say he 'can'
devour you. The devil cannot harm you unless you give him permission
to."

I was also reminded of the Greek meaning of a 'roaring lion'. A young
lion is powerful with his sharp teeth and strong claws. The way he gets his
prey is by silently overtaking it with his strength. But a roaring
lion is an old lion who has lost his strength. His teeth are broken and he is
all mangy. So the way he gets his prey is by roaring and paralyzing them
with fear. I never again saw those lions. Isn't it wonderful the way God
walks through the battlefield and personally ministers to us things that will
help us fight the battle?

It was immediately after the chemotherapy treatment that the doctor
called Jim in with some very bad news, "Rev. Hart, we haven't been able to do
anything to help your wife. She is in a worse condition now than when
she first came in. There is nothing medically that can be done to help her.
Lynette has maybe eight weeks to live and will probably never get out of
bed again." Jim knew that what the doctors were telling him was
medically fact, but he also knew that God's Word was bigger than medical fact. He
looked at the doctor and said, "My wife is not going to die. When God
gives her a miracle, will you come to Omaha and testify that it was God
Who did it?" He looked at Jim in amazement and said, "Rev. Hart, if your
wife lives it will be only because of a miracle. There is certainly nothing
we can do to help her."

After I returned home from the Mayo Clinic, I was sicker than I could
have ever imagined. I was unable to eat anything, I lost all my hair and
was so weak I could not even roll over in bed by myself. Even though it looked
more hopeless than ever, the prayers and praise continued. There were
banners posted all over my bedroom with scriptures of healing and
praise. Everywhere I looked and everything I heard magnified God and reminded me
that He would bring us through this battle with victory.

The battle against death and discouragement was a 24-hour
round-the-clock fight. There was always someone with me in my room praying over me and
helping me to speak God's Word. Even when I was sleeping Jim would have
praise and scripture tapes playing. He knew that even though I was
asleep God's Word was ministering to my spirit. We were experiencing what it
meant to truly walk by faith, and not by sight. Physically, I was
getting sicker and weaker everyday, but we stood by faith declaring the Word of
God absolutely true regardless of what we saw.

I went back to get another round of CT scans done on June 13th. My
oncologist was expecting to find that the cancer had spread and the
tumor had gotten bigger. When Jim and I went into his office to get the
results, we told us that he could not explain what the tests were showing. The
softball-sized tumor was gone! All this had no medical explanations,
but it was all right there on the scans..., no tumor! The doctor, however,
still told us that the cancer would take my life in a very short time,
but encouraged us to keep doing whatever it was that we were doing.

While we were praising God for miraculously taking the tumor out of me,
we knew that there was still cancer all over in my pancreas and liver. The
fight was still on and the battle continued. One Sunday morning after
Jim had left for church the devil spoke to me and said, "I have taken your
health and now I am going to take your song." Anyone who knows me knows
how I love to praise God with music. I said, "Oh no, you're not going to
take my song!" I called my sister to come in and get me ready to go to
church. By this time it was almost impossible for me to do anything for
myself. Sometimes, though, we have to pressthrough and do things that
we don't think we are capable of doing. We cannot just lie down and let
the devil defeat us. We have to get up and fight! I led worship that
morning with someone holding me up on the piano bench. It didn't sound or look
very prettya sight, but God gave me the strength and the devil didn't
take my song!

There were times when Jim would make me quote the Word to him or sing
praise songs when I didn't think I could. I remember one time in
particular, I was so sick that I didn't think I would make it through
the day. I told Jim that if God wasn't going to heal me, I just wanted Him
to take me. I couldn't endure the pain any longer. He said, "I don't ever
want to hear you say that again, tell me what the Word says." But I
wouldn't say anything. I didn't feel like the Word meant anything to
me. Jim literally got on top of me and held my arms down (he knew I would
slug him!) and said "I'm not leaving until you say what the Word says!" After
several minutes of my refusal to say anything, I finally quoted Psalm
118:17 --- I shall not die but live and declare the works of the Lord.

When I declared that Word of God the oppressive spirit that was trying to
dominate me was broken and God's glory filled the room giving me
strength to continue on.

At the end of June, at my doctor's urging, I entered the hospital for
another round of chemotherapy. My doctor still reminded me that chemo
was not a cure, and that it was just used for the pain. This round made me
sicker than before. I was unable to eat for three weeks afterwards and
had to go to the doctor's office daily for shots and intravenous feeding.

July 18th was my next appointment for CT scans. The next day my doctor
was so shocked as he led us into the hallway to look at the scans on the
light board. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but there it was in
black and white. The scans showed that not only was the tumor gone, but that
my pancreas was normal once again and that there were just two tiny specks
left on my liver. He said he didn't know what those spots were. I
told him they were the fingerprints of God. The doctor's written reports
stated 'no cancer evident' ! My Jewish doctor, who had told me that faith
would do me no good, was now saying to me, "Where is your church? I need to
come visit and see what is happening there."

My doctor requested that I come back for another set of scans and blood
tests in October. He was definitely thrilled by all of this but also
puzzled because no one had ever survived the cancer that I had. One
study we read by Dr. Robert Atkins said that 'In orthodox circles, a
diagnosis of inoperable cancer of the pancreas is as certain a death sentence as a
mid-air plane crash. Every year, 25,000 Americans get this diagnosis
and 25,000 of them die.'

Though I knew I was completely healed, I felt very fearful when I went
for the scans. The devil was saying to me that I was fooling myself and
that the cancer would come back. Knowing God's Word, it says that we
overcome satan by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimonies, I began
telling all the nurses about how God had healed me. The radiologist
doing the scan that day was the same doctor who did my liver biopsy. He
ordered extra scans and asked for my surgical report. When one of the nurses
told him that I didn't need surgery, he became irate saying, "I saw how bad
the cancer was. It doesn't just go away. It has to be here somewhere!" The
next day when I went for the results, my doctor said that I had amazed
the radiologist. All the scans and blood tests were one-hundred percent
normal. According to my doctor the scans showed a perfectly healthy
person!

One night while I was reading the Bible, I read that the angel of the
Lord had told Lot to flee Sodom and not look back. The words 'don't look
back' were highlighted to me. God spoke to me and said, "Don't look back in
fear or regret about what the devil did to you. But just remember with
thanksgiving what I have brought you through. Don't look back!" The
next morning there was a card in my mailbox from Carol, a dear friend of
mine

On the card was a picture of a fork on the road. One road sign read 'No
Longer An Option' and she had written 'sickness'. On the other road,
the sign read 'Your Life' and Carol had written 'Healed Of The Lord. Across
the top of the card was written 'Don't Look Back!'

God thinks of everything! If He had not so personally showed me that,
everyday I could possibly look back and still be afraid. He is so good
! It has now been two years and I am still perfectly healthy and whole.
Ecclesiastes 3:14 reads --- I know that whatever God does, it shall be
forever. Nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God
does it that men should fear before Him!

I encourage you to read Psalm 18, it is a picture of what God did for
me.If you are in the midst of a battle, the same God that delivered me is
more than able to deliver you.

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Jim & Lynette Hart are the founding pastors of Eagle's Nest Worship
center in Omaha, Nebraska. Prior to the 1991 founding of Eagle's Nest, the
Harts evangelized nationally and internationally for eight consecutive years,
ministering to thousands worldwide.

Lynette plays an active role in the ministry of their local church where
she leads the Women's Ministry and serves as Minister of Music in
addition to the ongoing responsibilities of their rapidly growing
church.

Tapes, both Audio and Video are available of Lynettes testimony. This
is one of those must have items. If you are sick, have had a bad
report, or are facing a situation that you have been told is impossible, you
need this tape. The inspirational message of God's power to Heal goes across
denominational barriers. It will touch you! You will cry, laugh and
REJOICE! God is being glorified through this tape. Reports have come
in from around the country of people being healed and set free while
listening to this message.
Video Tape mailed to you is $20. Audio Tape mailed to you is $7.
Also Available: Audio Tape Set (4 Tapes) - "Guarding the Gates of Your
City" (given to Pastor Hart during this battle) $ 20

To order send a Check or Money order to:

Lynette Hart
Eagle's Nest Worship Center
3048 North 90th Street
P.O. Box 34646
Omaha, NE 68134
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> "Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths,
> but only what is helpful for building others up according to
> their needs, that it may benefit those who listen."
> -- Ephesians 4:29 (New International Version)