SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.
One Christmas Eve I was busy preparing a sermon.
Later an urgent telephone call came in the early morning hours of Christmas day. A man calling from Seoul National Hospital asked, “Are you Pastor Cho?”
“Yes, I am.”
“One of your members is dying. He was in a car accident. A taxi hit him, then rode around all through the morning with him in the back seat.”
In Korea at that time, if someone was hit and killed by a taxi, the taxi-driver would only have to pay the sum of $2500, and then would be cleared of all financial obligation. However, if
the victim were only injured, then the driver would have to pay for all of the medical and hospital bills. So if a driver hitsomeone and no one saw the accident, he would then drive
that person around until he or she died; it would be cheaper for him.
This member had bought a beautiful hat, with some other articles, for his wife. He was so carried away with the joy of giving these presents, that he jay walked across the street
without watching the light, and was hit by a taxi. Since it was late evening and no one saw, this taxi-driver had carried that man in his car throughout the evening. The man did not die,
and eventually a policeman caught the taxi, and carried the man to a hospital. The impact of the accident had badly impaired his intestines, and his stomach was full of dirt and blood; blood
poisoning had already set in.

His doctor knew me and called, saying, “Dr. Cho, should we operate on him? Medically speaking, it’s hopeless. He was without medical attention for such a long time that blood poisoning has set in. There will be no way for us to cure him?”
But I said, “You go ahead and operate on him, and as soon as I finish the Christmas sermon, I’ll run to the hospital.”
After the Christmas service I rushed to the emergency room of Seoul National University Hospital, and there he was, totally unconscious.

The doctor again said there would be no hope,
“Reverend, don’t expect anything. He is dying. We could do nothing. When we opened his stomach,there were three places
where the intestines were completely cut off, and these areas were filled with his excrement and dirt. There is no hope.”I replied, “Well, I’ll try to do my best.”
When I went in he was in a deep coma. I knelt beside him and said, “Lord God, give me only five minutes, then I will try.
Let him come out of the coma for five minutes, then I will try.”
As I was praying I felt something moving. I opened my eyes, and the man opened his eyes.
“So listen to me. Picture a young man. He says good-bye to his wife. He’s full of beauty and health. He goes to his office, and completes his business successfully.
“All the people respect and admire him. Evening arrives and he buys nice gifts for his wife, who is waiting for him to come home and eat supper. When he arrives she rushes out to the gate and welcomes him with a big hug and kiss. They go into the house, share a delicious meal together, and a quiet evening at home.
“Oh pastor, I’m dying,” he cried.
I knew then that I had five minutes. I replied, “You can’t say that. As long as you keep saying that you will die, then I can’t help you. You must change your imagination and thinking. Change your vision and dream, for the only way to
carry out dominion over this third dimension material world is through your imagination, your visions and dreams.“The man I am talking about is no stranger. That man is you! Think of that man! Draw that picture in your mind. Look at that man and say in your heart, that man is me!
“Don’t draw a picture of death. Don’t draw a picture of a dead corpse. Keep on dreaming about that man, and I’ll do the praying. You just draw a mental picture, and leave the praying
to me. Will you do that?”
“Yes, pastor, I’ll change my dream. I’ll change my thinking.
I’ll say that I’m that man. I’ll try to make that vision and dream a reality… I see it!” he cried.
While we were talking this surgeon had come in with his nurses. They started giggling and laughing at me, and thought that I had lost my mind. But I was serious, for I knew the law of
the Spirit’s fourth dimension, and that man had begun to speak the language of the Holy Spirit. Like a missionary on a foreign field who gains a deeper level of communication with the local
people of that country by learning to speak their language directly, instead of using an interpreter, so that dying man had learned the deeper language of the Holy Spirit.

As I knelt down and grabbed hold of his bed, I prayed,
“Dear Holy Spirit, now he speaks your language. He has a vision and a dream. Rush into his physical body, and carry out your dominion. I command this man to be whole and to be filled with healing power!”Suddenly the group of unbelieving nurses said, “This room is too hot. The heat is too high.”
But the weather was very cold. There was no heat; it was the power of the Holy Spirit giving off all the heat. The surgeon and those nurses began to feel fire. Their ears turned red, and
the power of God became so strong that we even felt the bed trembling.

Amazingly, in one week that man rose up and walked out of the hospital. He is now in the chemical business, doing wonderfully. Whenever I see him on Sunday morning, sitting in the balcony, I say to myself, “Praise God! We spoke the Holy Spirit’s language. We created. Hallelujah

- Pastor David Yongi Cho (The Fourth Dimension)
- Spiritual Notes