“Why,” he said, “we’ve been to every water hole in here. We’ve dug where the water was. We’ve come down here and every place is dry. We visit every spring and it’s dry.” And the rock was the driest place there was in the wilderness. How God takes the foolish things of this world to confound the wise. Why, I’d say…You might’ve seined through every doctor’s office in the city. I’d…I’m…we’re…I’m not talking against the doctor. He does what he can do. Just a while ago, before coming here, one of the greatest doctors in the southland was standing in my house, telling me…Not only that, but he brought a patient that was incurable. He said, “I know where somebody can pray the prayer of faith, and I brought the boy.” That’s right. One of the top surgeons in the Jewish Hospital… Notice, then when he…they’re…They just men like you and I. They got a soul. They got to die like we have. Doctor take his own medicine and die. What’s the matter? The medicine’s not the Healer. God’s the Healer. Medicine’s an aid. Medicine’s all right. But medicine is…They got an aid; it isn’t a healer. Medicine doesn’t heal. Doctors don’t say it heals. They only…But God give it here; it’s a remedies and so forth. Medicine is a remedy; God is the cure. See what I mean?

God's Provided Way, 1953-06-13, Connersville, IN, §35