W. B. Godbey - Enter His Rest

ecause they do not get well, they so vehemently labor to get them to believe for healing that they actually
reflect on their faith to their spiritual detriment, and almost make them believe that they are backsliders, because
they do not get healed.
N. B. We are saved and sanctified by the grace of faith, Eph. 2:8; Acts 26:8; but we are healed by the gift of
faith, I Cor. 12:9. Now remember these extraordinary spiritual gifts, which you find in the Pauline catalogue, I
Cor. 12:8-11, are not necessary to salvation, as we are saved by grace and not by gifts. The normal attitude of
these gifts contemplates our efficiency in the salvation of others.
Therefore when your work is done and God is going to take you to Heaven you will have no faith for your
healing. The promise of your faith, “so be it unto you,” Matt. 9:29, is just as true of the body as the soul. The
grace by which we are saved is constant and abides forever; while the gifts are bestowed for the immediate
emergency, pursuant to the sovereign discriminating grace of God.
Hence you see the perfect harmony of Divine Healing with the fact that we do not always get healed, for if we
did we would never get to Heaven. When God is ready for us to go to Heaven, the Holy Spirit, the Custodian of
His own gifts, will no longer impart to us the gift of healing. Therefore we will have no faith for healing. When
the Lord healed me of lung congestion, rheumatism, cancer, cholera and other incidental ailments too numerous
to mention, I had faith for healing and He did it according to my faith. Matt. 9:29. But if He tarrieth the time is
near when I will have physical trouble again and no faith for healing. Then I will begin to shout, because I will
know Heaven is nigh and I am fast approaching the sacramental millions beyond.
“My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run;
My strongest trials now are past;
My triumph is begun.
CHORUS
“Oh, come, angel bands,
And bear me away
On your snowy wings
To my immortal home.
“I know I am nearing the holy ranks
Of friends and kindred dear,
I have brushed the dews of Jordan's banks,
The crossing must be near.
“Oh, bear my longing heart to Him,
Who bled and died for me,
Whose blood now cleanseth from all sin,
And gives me victory.
“I know I am nearing my Heavenly home;
My spirit loudly sings,
The holy ones, behold they come,
I hear the noise of wings.
When you find the saints are no longer competent to exercise faith for their healing, instead of discouraging
them you ought to shout with them. They have no faith for healing because God is going to give them Heaven
this time instead of health, which is infinitely better. Therefore, it is a time of rejoicing.
I saw this vividly illustrated about ten years ago, when arriving at Scottsville Campmeeting, Texas, and finding
Pastor Lively, who had been sanctified in my first meeting in the state in 1884, prostrate with that stubborn
malarial fever. Gathering around him his wife and daughter and other saints, we prayed for his healing; myself
and sister receiving faith for him and telling him so. He had settled down under the conclusion that he had to lie
there and go through a routine of medicine, break down and go through disease, spending a month on his bed, as
was usual. I exhorted him with all my might to exercise present faith for his healing, assuring him that it was his
privilege to have it now. Then leaving him alone with the Lord and still holding on to God to inspire his faith
and heal him, I ran away to the bedside of Father Scott, nearly eighty years old, and prayed for his healing, but