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    Ten Moments of Healing
    Ten Moments of Healing
    Ten Moments of Healing
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    Ten Moments of Healing

    By Marcel Townsel

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    While revisiting the pivotal stages of his life, Dr. Marcel Townsel takes the reader along with him in discovering the reality of God's presence and empowering grace. Ten Moments of Healing is a treasury of testimonies featuring significant life lessons that are sure to impact you. Walk with Dr. Townsel as he takes you with him in discovering a mature walk with the Savior.

    As you dig into these experiences, you will become aware of the miraculous, often untraceable, yet omniscient, omnipresent hand of God in your life.

    This volume of Ten Moments of Healing also includes translations in Spanish and German!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBookIt.com
    Release dateApr 26, 2016
    ISBN9781939748645
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      Ten Moments of Healing - Marcel Townsel

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      Ten Moments Of Healing

      Its 8:37 in the pm, on a Friday night and I’m pacing, but mentally committing to obediently testifying and dutifully documenting the Divine things of God, via the written word. I’m doing this because I believe in something a previous church administrator once told me. She encouraged me to always make known God’s deeds amongst the people.

      These testimonies of reflection covers some of the most pivotal and painful moments in one’s life. You see, it was going to, at first, be a miniseries of short stories, which told of passions, pain and the process of healing through the traumas and dramas of one’s life. Nevertheless God intervened in my intellect and showed me a more excellent way, thereby condensing the crises without trivializing the trials. Ultimately, this is all written to bring Him glory and honor, then to help some fellow struggler patiently pass through the process of their pain, persevering until the precious moment of deliverance.

      I’m a hungry man right now and I want to make some stir-fry between writing this introduction. However, I’m inwardly hungering and thirsting after righteousness, engaging in the fulfillment of my obedience to write these letters of love, so that the Body of Christ and others may be full.

      And so what is the reason for writing this book? What is the purpose? Perhaps, I’ll let an old Gospel Great or two sum that up in six words in the Epilogue. Yet, in part, it is to enlighten, inspire and give someone hope. It is a primary witness account / verification of the miracle working power and Hand of God and a building block upon the foundational testimonies of the Saints of Old. It was the testimonies of folks like Sister Marie Williams, Rev. Johnny Hampton, Mother Hattie Smith, Mother Doss, Deacon and Mother Jackson, Deacon and Sister Sumlin, Deacon Edwards, Deacon Johnny Townsel Sr., Mother Jones, Everlean Gentry, Mary Jane Townsel, Pastor John E. Chalmers, Elder Hattie Herbert, Prophetess Dr. Hattie B. Jones, Evangelist Yvonne Springs and a countless cloud of witnesses that gave me both, the impression and impetus of how important it is to testify of God’s goodness.

      There are modern and post modern examples in my generation and amongst my peers in the clergy. In addition, this book was written for you. Yes, you the struggler, the one to whom life has happened and there appears to be no answer, the one who incurred injuries and the very circumstances of it makes you feel isolated, you – the one to whom things happen back to-to-back and there appears to only be a small window of catching your breath in between, you – who lost loved ones and no traditional colloquialisms can quell the madness in your mind and ease the pain of grief as you try to survive the quicksand of your sorrows. This is for those who can’t sleep at night, because the pestilence of life‘s past plagues you, for those of you whose faith is challenged by that which confronts your bodies via physical ailments, for those of you who sustain sickness due to the stressors of life and that which robs you of your appetite and for those of you to whom life happens and it causes you to pause and see life differently. This is for you.

      My prayer is that these ten testimonies, with components of reflection, realization and healing moments help you to see God in another form, assist you in assessing your situation differently, thus understanding the Sovereignty, Sustaining and Efficacious Grace of God and His Will and purpose for your life.

      Dr. Marcel Townsel

      ~ Testimony One ~

      I grew up in a sheltered age of innocence, where even at its meridian height, the turbulence of the sixties and early seventies did not appear to affect me directly. I know for sure that indirectly, it affected both of my parents. Later on I came to realize those effects. Some were tolerated, while others were appreciated.

      As a child, I had a jovial sense of humor and like most children, I loved to play outside. I was often intrigued by the way the children around me played and how they creatively made up games for the lack of resources / game materials. I’d often see the boys swinging in a circular motion on these chain link fences that were low to the ground. Some would do it and spin so fast. I wanted to try that. It was exciting and thrilling. One day, Ihad the nerve to try it and try it I did. I did ok at first. Then I tried it again until I hit the ground. I believe I was going in and out of conscious, thinking only of the thrill and the fun I was having. Happily when I did it, I ran inside to my mother, grinning and laughing, but not fully realizing the mini gruesome reality that befell me. I had busted my head, sustaining blunt trauma to the back. I faintly remembered the screams around me and the police sirens of the old fashioned paddy wagon, as it raced up the ramp to the children’s hospital. I was given stitches – several of them, kept for observation and sent home after a while.

      My mother, trying to cope with the experience, used her humor. I believe that’s how I got my nickname. Now at this point in life, don’t even ask what it is or was. At some point in your maturity, all nicknames must fade into obscurity. All I can say is that the mischievousness of childhood will mark you. Nevertheless, in that time of recovery, I did not understand the effects of that injury until I came of age and began to discover things about myself. Naturally, every child has questions of themselves and self – image and why this or that happened. Why they look the way they do? Etc. Well, that was always one of the questions of my life as I’d say, but by and by… the answer would come.

      I think the accident made me sensitive to a lot in life. Of course, growing up when I did, no sight was more horrific than those long needles the doctors used to stick you with. Between the times of starting school all the way into adulthood, there were there moments of sustained verbal cruelties over the physical features. Excessive teasing by school children is cruelty of the worst kind. To buffer these things, some of us would come up small sayings such as sticks and stones may break my bones, but names/words will never hurt me. As you grew in life, you learned that words do hurt. However, you got through it or so you thought. As I grew up I realized that I had eye problems, which caused much rejection and low self esteem, to say the least.

      Knowing this and having to deal with it and live through it also caused a lot of emotional pain and thus gave the self inclination towards isolation. That for me this was a shield against negativity. One of the most positive coping mechanisms during that time that could ever befall me was the gift and development of writing.

      I remember during one of the follow-ups to a doctor’s visit, I was examined by a group of specialists, who wanted to perform the corrective eye surgery. At the time, when technology wasn’t as advanced as it is today, I underwent what appeared to be a very grueling eye exam, notwithstanding that my eyes were already sensitive. The doctors conferred with my mom and they gave her options to weigh. I believe in what I thought to be her acquiescence that she gave it her full thought and decided against it. I put it in the back of my mind to revisit it someday.

      Someday for me came in the late winter of 2004/05, after experiencing my father make his earthly transition. During this pivotal moment, I quietly kept my focus and prayed through the preparation. Initially before consulting any physician, I had to consult God. In my realization phase, I thought so many untruths as to why this would happen to me. Was it too many backhand slaps growing up? Was it being hit by the big 16 inch softballs? Was it the kick in the head by the drill sergeant in basic training? What could it have been that caused such a condition, from which spawned such vile verbalism that scars an individual?

      I found the answer. In passing, I overheard some pertinent information that would begin to erode 30 plus years of heart-scarred hurts and pain. When that happened, many heart adjustments had to take place. There was a lot of prayer and repentance and forgiving and releasing of the past, the people and the pain. In addition, I had to realize that this important life procedure was not done for the sake of popularity or anything superficial. It was personal and health related – but to what degree, I was about to find out more.

      With much prayer and fasting, I began the consultation process with the doctors. The doctor, himself, turned out to be great and reputable. He was highly recommended by my primary eye doctor. In praying and walking through the process, I was told not to disclose the matter widely, as I only wanted positivity and thoughts of healing spoken. I prayed to even choose that one person, who’d literally walk with me that day. So the date was set. Prior to the day, there was much fasting and praying…prayers of the unusual kind. In being led by the Holy Spirit I began a prayer of repentance and forgiveness. I found myself repenting of harboring years of resentment and bitterness. I had a lot of hurts and pain to release. I had to release and forgive the people and the teasing, those who rejected me because I didn’t have 20/20 or looked a certain way, the cruelty I endured in relationships, and the lies internalized that this condition was hereditary.

      It was to the point of calling out names, places events, but it had to be done. Through this, I came to realize not only were my eyes to be healed amongst other things, but I had to be a healed man in my heart, mind and emotions. Through this prayer, I began to confront various generational sin issues as well. The procedure wasn’t done to impress or to fit in. It was about better health and prospering in my health. It’s amazing how sensitive to other’s physical condition you become, when you’re dealing with that same physical ailment.

      On the day of, I went quietly and prayerfully and as the doctor instructed. There was much preparation. My only concern was that my friend was there in the morning with me. Little did I know that she’d be there, in spite of her challenging delay. Prayerfully, I moved forward to the prep room where I saw the doctor and was again told of all that would transpire. Of course, they ask you your name so many times and then to count to ten backwards. I’m not sure if I made it to six when I felt myself slip away into another world…a prayer zone, if you will. All I knew is that I was safe in God’s Hands. It was said that I slightly came to, but I went back out…praying again, all the time knowing that I am in God’s Hands.

      I think the surgery lasted about an hour and a half. When I came to, the world was so bright. I had on some sort of goggles or dark plastic glasses, much like the ones they give you when your eyes have been dilated after an exam. By that time, my friend had showed up to escort me home. Now the healing process would begin and it lasted for the next ninety days. While the sight came back slowly, I noticed some weird sensations. The other senses had become stronger. It was to the point of irritation. Nevertheless, in follow up visits, it was told to me something very wonderful. Not only were my eyes healing and the sight had improved, so did the equilibrium. This for me explained a whole lots of things of which are innumerable.

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