Tommy Tyson turns the evening healing service at the North Carolina Kanuga CFO in 1972 into a demonstration rather than a form. Jesus is not merely a healer, he insists, but our health and our life. He recalls a girl who had been blind since she was four and who received her sight while praying for her mother and a neighbor. He also recalls a London street boy who kept a moldy bread crust clenched in his fist while supper waited.
