When faith is shaken, people quietly fall apart.
We begin to endure not out of faith but out of familiarity.
There are no more tears or emotions, but I endure the day by saying, “I believe.”
Faith becomes a habit, and grace loses its sense.

“God is still healing” is a book that reawakens the grace that has been lost.
Through the testimonies of this book, we indirectly experience the work of the living God and the process of grace.
It makes me realize how I must stand in faith again now.

God heals a person's heart from the depths of despair, creates faith, and renews life.
You don't miss a single person.
And that grace continues in your life even now.
So God is still healing us today.
- From the author's words

When I heard the whole story from my wife, I found out that she was eating school bread in one hand and crossing the street to catch the bus home when the driver, who didn't see her in time, hit her.
With a “bang!” sound, a small girl flew into the air and landed on the ground behind the women selling their goods at a stall on the other side.
It is said that no one thought the child would survive.
Judging by the fact that the front of the forklift was badly crumpled, this was 100% a major accident.

However, the child, who everyone thought was dead, suddenly got up from his spot, looked around as if nothing had happened, and then walked towards the bus while munching on the bread he was holding.
My daughter, wearing short sleeves, flew across the street and rolled on the ground, but her hairband didn't come loose and the bag on her back didn't spill.
Everyone around him was reportedly speechless at the sight of the child's arms and feet, not a single scratch. A CT scan revealed the child was fine.
--- p.29

As I was watching from the edge of the yard out of curiosity, a shaman wearing colorful clothes was dancing around, and then suddenly stood barefoot on a sharp, blue stick!
The pastors who were watching the scene began to pray quietly in tongues.
At one point, as the ritual of the Jakdu ritual was maturing, the eyes of the shaman riding the Jakdu and the pastor praying met.

“Oh, what!”
The shaman staggered and lost her balance.
In an instant, the sole of his foot was cut by the blade.
Fortunately, the shaman was holding onto a large rope attached to her side, so she was able to jump up the moment her feet were cut, preventing any major damage.
However, because of the blood flowing from the soles of her feet, the credibility of the powerful shaman plummeted to the ground.
The good news is ruined.
--- pp.47-48

After praying together for about 10 minutes, sweating profusely, the possessed woman who had been lying down suddenly sat up and began convulsing all over her body like an aspen tree.

She was shaking her head wildly from side to side, foaming at the mouth, and screaming when suddenly a thick, middle-aged man's voice burst out of her mouth.
The believers who were standing around praying were in a state of shock.
“Hey 00! I’m going! This is so dirty I can’t stand it! I’m going out!” he said, starting to curse again.

After spewing out unspeakable curses for five minutes, his eyes suddenly rolled back.
Then he fell to the ground with a thud.
The woman who had fallen began to convulse violently and was as quiet as death for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes, looked around, and suddenly began to cry.

“I’m free now! I’m alive now! He’s out! Thank you.
Thank you!"
--- p.84

"Elder, no matter how good a testimony is, if you listen carefully, you'll know! If the word 'I'—the capital letter 'I'—appears ten times in the overall flow of the testimony, it's ruined! That's not a testimony! It's your own story, your own boasting! In the flow of that testimony, the 'I' must constantly disappear, and only He, the story of Jesus Christ, beginning with a capital letter H, must continue to be proclaimed."
“Remember! Always exalt Him, and as an elder, step back and, as an objective witness, seek out the links in the amazing transformation He is working, always humbly following His path like a pilgrim.”
--- pp.113-114

Since I couldn't pray out loud, I was praying powerfully in tongues.
The shaman Park Su-mu, who was said to be a dragon, was a blind person who could not see ahead.
He was telling fortunes by scattering rice on a small table and making a 'clack clack clack' sound with a coin with a hole in it.
But what's going on? He suddenly turned his head towards us.
“Hey! You! C XXX!”
“Dog XXXX!”
He screamed and slammed his hand on the table, swearing harshly.
"Why is that unlucky Jesus freak coming here and scattering fortunes? Get out! Get out! Get out! You're unlucky!"
Make a fuss.
I said with a smile of conversion.
"Hey, you see? Let's go! There's no use staying here! Look, you recognize people who believe in Jesus first, right? You say that fortune telling doesn't happen because of Jesus, right? Who's stronger?"
--- pp.136-137

Butler Jeong continued speaking.
“Elder, Elder, I was surprised! Behind the pastor who was preaching, a huge group of angels stood in a circle, powerfully supporting him.
“The glory of Jesus is pouring power into the words of the sermon.”
Butler Jeong was sobbing.
“But, Elder, it is unfortunate that, despite the tremendous grace and power of God pouring down like water according to the Word, most of the believers have not tasted that grace at all and have turned a deaf ear to it.
“There are only a few people who receive the power and grace of the Word that is deeply engraved in their hearts.”
He suddenly hugged me and started sobbing.
"Elder, I never knew worship could be so glorious and precious! I had no idea worship could be so powerful.
“Sob sob sob...”
Of course, since it is a spiritual experience experienced by one individual, we cannot expect a biblical guarantee, but I am confident in its grace.
--- p.232

After the execution, they held their bodies in their arms, removed the ropes from around their necks, changed their clothes, and placed them in temporary coffins (they were officially placed in coffins 24 hours later).

What is so surprising is that the aftermath of the deaths of the 13 people who believed in Jesus and lived by faith was completely different from that of the 16 who did not.

The bodies of the death row inmates who lived by faith looked peaceful, as if they were asleep, but the other 16 were different.

Although they were all hanged together, they looked almost frightening.
What powers did they have to do that?
--- pp.244-245

One day, nearing my father's death, the family gathered together.
While we were all gathered together to worship and sing a hymn, the elder's father suddenly spoke.
“Children! God sent an angel! I’m going to heaven now!”
The gathered family members all responded with joy.
"amen!"
"hallelujah!"
But, my father spoke strongly once again.
“Get out there quickly! It looks like an angel from God has arrived at our house!”
It is said that he urged the gathered family to quickly go outside.

'Oh, I guess my father had a vision when he was about to pass away!'
As the family hesitated, thinking that way, Father opened his eyes wide and spoke again.
"Get out quickly! Why aren't you listening? Get out quickly! The angel has come to get me, so get out quickly!"
The family, unable to resist the father's wrath, came out into the yard.
The senior elder also followed along with a hesitant mind.
It is said that he simply obeyed his father's words just before he passed away.

But what is this?
"What is this? Is this a dream? It's not a dream? My family is watching. What is this?"
The elder looked around and looked up at the thatched roof once more.
Wasn't there a giant, bright, glowing fireball spinning around on the roof? It's said that no one was able to speak before this magnificent sight.

“Ah! Is this a dream or reality? It’s so amazing.”
The house was a small thatched-roof house in the countryside.
Even though it was a thatched roof house, a large fireball was spinning around on the roof without even burning the straw.
“Elder Park, I thought that perhaps that was the fire from the burning bush that Moses saw on the mountain of God.
“It’s a huge fire spinning around without burning.”
The whole family, seeing the sight, went into the room where the father was lying, praising God with fearful and trembling hearts.

At that moment, my father quietly passed away.

--- pp.249-250