In Hindi | Smith Wigglesworth Books

He read with suspicion. The language was blunt, almost rude. Wigglesworth wrote: “If you are sick, don’t pray about it. Command it to go. Your unbelief is the only thing stronger than your sickness.”

Sister Mary pointed to a street vendor near the Fatehpuri Mosque who sold Christian books in secret. “He has ‘एवर ग्रेटर’ (Ever Greater),” she said. “And ‘वह हमारी चंगाई का कारण है’ (He is the reason for our healing).” smith wigglesworth books in hindi

He knelt in the muddy water. He placed his calloused hands—hands that fixed fans and rewired plugs—on the boy’s chest. He did not pray a gentle prayer. He roared, in rough Hindi, the words of a dead English plumber: He read with suspicion

Rajiv fell backward into the puddle, shaking. He was not a hero. He was a repaired man. That evening, he found Sister Mary. He returned the suitcase, but kept one book—the first one, . Command it to go

(“O spirit of death, I bind you! Life come, in the name of Jesus!”)