Charles wrote me this note:- "Dear Mike,
  I had to write to you to thank you for a truly inspiring   day on Saturday.
  The trouble with my knee started with a bungled   cartilage operation in1943 and has got gradually worse ever   since.
  The last time I saw a specialist about it he said that   he could do nothing for me  the X-rays showed that there was practically no   joint left and that I needed a new artificial one.  so I felt that asking you   to pray for it would be a bit like asking you to heal a wooden   leg!
  Afterwards, on the way home, I had to face the devil's   counter-attack, of course.
  "You've been conned, mate!" he said, "You've always   argued, and taught in Sports Lectures, that fatigue and pain are largely in the   mind. Think it will hurt and it will. You fell for mass hysteria (he isn't   always very original) and when you get over the temporary thrill it will be as   painful as ever."
  Then he tried the tack  "Use your sense, man! The   doctors and surgeons have been trying to put your knee right for fifty years! Do   you really think it can be done in half a minute? Anyway, what did he do? Just a   bit of prayer, that's all."
  "That's just what Jesus did," I answered, "He never   performed any dramatic rigmarole in his   healing."
  That put the devil to flight for a bit.   
  Then, when I was undressing for bed that night, my wife   Pauline said,
  "Look at your knee!"
  It has been swollen for years and now the swelling had   not completely disappeared but it had already gone down by at least fifty per   cent.
  The following Saturday night and Sunday night I slept as   I had not done for many years  usually I have to get up at least every two   hours to move it about and ease the pain. The last few nights I have slept   without moving and without pain.
  Yesterday I knelt in church for the first time in years,   not without some effort admittedly, but without any undue   discomfort.
  I still find myself coming down the stairs one at a time   and I have to tell myself that I can come down quite normally now. If I turn   suddenly I wince automatically before I have time to realise that it has not   hurt at all.
  So I am generally shaken to the core and very ashamed   that my expectancy of God was so feeble. I am immensely and undeservedly   blessed. 
  Yours ever in the grace of the Lord Jesus  Charles"   
  Just thought you might enjoy reading this! Every   blessing - Mike