GLAD TIDINGS 5 OCTOBER 2026 SHARON’S NEW EYE MIRACLE My wife and I pastored a church in the early 1950s. A man, who later became a dear friend of mine, used to bring his 6-year old daughter to Sunday school. He would always drop her off, and I would wonder who her parents were. But he would never come to Sunday school. He would never come to church. One day I jumped in front of his car to stop him. I wanted to talk to him. But he knew who I was, and that was the last time I jumped in front of his car. He put it in gear and laid the rubber down. I flew into the bushes. He didn’t want to talk to the preacher. I was after that big fish. I liked that little girl coming to Sunday school, but I wanted the father to come also. However, he couldn’t bring himself to come to church. I knew he was a sinner. Sinners don’t like to go to church. One day my wife and I were on vacation visiting her mother in Philadelphia. I got a long-distance phone call. I heard a strange voice on the other end of the line. The man had tears in his voice. He said, “Brother Schambach?” I said, “Who is this?” It was that little girl’s father. I said,“Oh, something must be wrong. You called me brother. You tried to run over me last time we met. What’s wrong?” He said, “I am in the hospital in McKeesport, Pennsylvania.” I said, “What is wrong with you?” “Nothing is wrong with me. It is my daughter.” That daughter was the apple of her daddy’s eye. “What happened?” I asked. He told me that his family was visiting them. While the children were playing in the backyard, her cousin picked up a rusty nail and threw it. It was an accident, but it hit his daughter in the eye and shattered the eyeball. The doctors wanted to cut the eye out. “Well,” I said, “let them operate.” He said, “She told me to call you!” I said, “What would you like me to do?” I wanted him to lay it on the line. “She wants you to come and bring that bottle of oil. She says that if you pray for her, everything will be all right.” Kids have faith! “Well,” I said, “I am thankful she wants me to come. I am her pastor. What about you?” He said, “Please come.” I replied, “I am on the way. Don’t let the doctors operate. Don’t let them do anything until I get there.” I took the next plane out. I had visited that hospital practically every day in the past. Doctors there knew me on a first name basis. I would pray and minister to the sick. Two of the young interns met me at the entrance. They said, “Hurry up and do your thing. An infection is setting in the eye. We have to take her to the operating room and remove the eye.” I said, “Now, hold on, fellows. What makes you think that after I do my thing you are going to have to do your thing? That is why I have been called. That girl is expecting a miracle!” Children believe God. I would rather lay hands on a child than on an adult any day. It is the adults I have problems with. Children believe anything you tell them. The adults,however, deal with logic all the time. They want to know what makes it work. They want to logically figure it out. That is why adults often get nothing from God. A child just says, “Pray for me, and I will be all right.” The interns said, “We aren’t going to argue with you. Go in anyway.” I didn’t go in the room. I headed for the waiting room because I knew her father would be there. I wasn’t about to go in and pray for that girl. I wanted that man first. He wasn’t going to run over me anymore. There he was. He was weeping. His daughter was suffering. I said, “I finally caught up with you. Get on your knees. It is time to pray now.” The two doctors came in and said, “Will you please come with us? The trouble isn’t here, it is inside.” I answered, “That is why you are a doctor and not a preacher. You don’t even know where the trouble is. I have been after this guy for about nine months. I am not about to let this fish go now. Get on your knees, brother. We are getting right with God.” I didn’t have to beg him. He fell on his face. He prayed, and we touched God. God saved him and gave him a miracle in his life. After God transformed him, I said, “Let’s go now.” We headed for Sharon’s room. I will never forget her. She was a pretty little blond girl. There she was, lying on her bed with a patch over her eye. When I stepped in, she turned to me and smiled. “I knew you would come,” she said softly. “Everything is all right now.” I got out my bottle of oil and walked toward her. There were two doctors standing next to me. They said, “What are you doing?” I got my bottle out and put oil on her. They were looking at the oil saying, “Can I look at that? What is this, holy oil?” I said, “No. I got it from my wife’s kitchen. She fries chicken in it. I bought it at the A & P. There isn’t anything holy about the oil. Oil can’t heal you. You can go swim in oil and it won’t heal you.” And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up. And if they have sinned, they will be forgiven (James 5:15 NIV). There is something about a child who just believes God. I didn’t want to answer all those questions, so I said to the doctors, “Please wait outside, will you? Wait until I get done. You don’t let me in your operating room, so please step out of mine.” They went out. I didn’t even bother to look at the eye. I didn’t have to look at it—I wasn’t the doctor. I laid hands on her and said a simple prayer. I didn’t even shake. I said, “Father, in the name of Jesus, perform the miracle and give her a new eye.” That is all I said. I turned to the door and saw the two doctors. I waved for them to come in. They asked, “Can we have her now, Reverend?” They were getting testy with me now. They had never called me reverend before. I said, “What are you going to do with her?” “Well, we told you the eye is infected. We have to cut it out.” I said, “It isn’t infected anymore.” “What are you talking about?” I said, “Didn’t you tell me that the eye was shattered in a hundred pieces? You said that. I never even looked at it.” “Why, of course, that is why we have to operate.” I said, “You don’t have to take her anymore. God just performed a miracle.” I knew that little girl had faith. I knew God wasn’t going to disappoint that faith. He never disappoints faith. They said, “What do you mean?” I said, “Look at the eye.” They went over, took the bandage off, and took a peek at it. “I don’t believe it!” the doctors exclaimed. I said, “That is the reason I had you stand outside the door. You can’t believe it even when you look at it.” Jesus said, “Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord” (Luke 1:45). God is looking for men and women who will stand on His Word believing that if He said it, He will do it, and that if He spoke it, He will bring it to pass. God has to take you outside that human realm in order to do something supernatural. u - R.W Schambach (The Anointing For Miracles) REV. AND MS. R.W. SCHAMBACH
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