06/10/2026
YOU DON’T HAVE ANY TROUBLE
There is a powerful confession that I have learned to hold on to in the midst of difficult circumstances. It is something that I have said to countless people throughout the years. I
close my broadcasts by saying it. It has become my motto:
You don’t have any trouble… all you need is faith in God!
I learned that statement from a dear brother who had a personal encounter with the living Christ.
I was preaching in Buffalo, New York, when a gentleman invited me and my staff to his home for dinner. We enjoy invitations like that when we can because we get tired of quarter-pounders and French fries. One thing he forgot to tell me, however, is that he didn’t live in Buffalo. He lived inNiagara Falls.
My meetings don’t get out at nine o’clock. When you lay hands on thousands of people, it gets close to the midnight hour. After the meeting, we had to travel all the way to Niagara Falls. Whenever I am invited out, I fast all day. I
make sure I don’t eat anything because I like to fill up while I am there.
The man’s wife had outdone herself with the menu. It was one of the most bountiful tables I have ever seen. She had roast turkey, porterhouse steak, roast beef, and fried chicken. (In that part of the country, you don’t invite a preacher unless you have fried chicken.) The gentleman asked me to pray. I blessed the food.
We were anxious to start eating, but when the man began to speak, what he had to say was more interesting than the food. I actually pushed my plate back to listen. He said he had never been sick a day in his life. He had money
in the bank. His future was secure. He worked for the government. But all of a sudden something struck him—spinal meningitis—and paralyzed him from head to toe. He spent over three months in the hospital. Doctors were called in from all around the world. His bank account dwindled. He had to sell his home for the equity to pay the doctor bills.
Rheumatoid arthritis crept into every joint until he couldn’t stand the pain. He lapsed into a coma for almost four months.
Since the man was Roman Catholic, his priest was called to administer the last rites of that church. Lying in the coma, he knew what the priest was doing, but he couldn’t communicate because he was paralyzed. “I couldn’t flicker
an eyelash,” he recalled. How would you feel when you know that the priest is giving you the last rites—the last ceremony in the Catholic church before you die?”
As soon as the priest left, another priest walked through the wall and over to the bed. There was something different about this priest. He was dressed all in white. The new
priest leaned down to the dying man and called him byname. He said, “You don’t have any trouble. All you need is faith in God.”
Of course, he was laying there thinking, What kind of crazy priest is this? I don’t have any trouble? Here I am in a coma. I can’t communicate. There is arthritis in every joint. I
have spinal meningitis. I had to sell my home. My bank account is gone. Is this not trouble?
But the priest said, “I am Jesus of Nazareth, and I am going to heal you right now.”
Isn’t that beautiful? Jesus said, “When I walk out of this room, I want you to get out of this bed. Shave, wash, and walk out of this hospital. Go to the first bookstore you can find and buy a Bible. Start reading from Saint John’s Gospel.
You will find the way to eternal life.”
Oh, hallelujah!
The man told us that Jesus turned and walked right back through the wall. As the man was telling me this story, he looked at me and said, “Brother Schambach, I wonder why Jesus didn’t just use the door.”
I said, “He is the door!” He can make an entrance wherever you are. He can
come right into your automobile. He can visit you on your job. He can walk into your bedroom. No matter where you are, Jesus is the door. He will come in!
When Jesus walked out of that room, the man got out of bed and started shaving. The nurse came tip-toeing in. She wanted to pull the sheet over because the other priest had
walked out. But she saw the bed empty. She ran into the bathroom and said, “Please get back into bed. Don’t you know you’re dying? The priest gave you the last rites.”
The man said to her, “Cool it, honey. Another Priest came in and gave me the ‘first rites’ all over again. I’m going to live!”
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- Spiritual Notes
