“MAN’S LIFE SPARED FROM ELECTRIC CHAIR”
He was preaching in Newark, New Jersey, in 1960. The time: 9:30 p.m. A woman came walking down the center aisle, and my father, R. W. Schambach, knew what that meant. It meant someone was going to interrupt his message. She walked down the center aisle and stood right in front of the preacher that night. He had his Bible in hand and was preaching a masterpiece!
How dare anybody interrupt a man of God?
Actually, that precious woman was interrupting him with the desperate kind of faith, just as four men tore the roof off the place where Jesus was teaching so their friend could get
a miracle. Their faith moved the Lord, and that’s what real faith does.
When that woman in Newark approached my father, she said, “Brother Schambach, please forgive me. I have never stopped a preacher in my lifetime. But this is an emergency.
My son is going to die in the electric chair at ten o’clock.”
By his own confession Brother Schambach thought, “Oh, my God!” She knocked the preach right out of him. When he heard that, he couldn’t preach another word.
He had prayed for people dying in hospitals, but he had never prayed for anybody who was going to die in the electric chair. This man had been convicted by a jury of his peers. He had been found guilty. He was going to die in order to pay for the murder they said he committed—and it was going to happen in thirty minutes. Brother Schambach couldn’t preach! He shut the book. He couldn’t even pray! He asked everybody in the church to stand.
People had often asked my father, “Do I need the Holy Ghost?” When we encounter needs like this woman presented, a person doesn’t have any idea how to pray. This is why we all need the fullness of the Holy Spirit!
The Holy Ghost began to pray through my father. He said it felt like somebody put a robe on him—it was the robe of the anointing for miracles, and he could feel the anointing. A
double portion rested upon him as he prayed in tongues.
Then, as he put it, he started to eavesdrop on the Holy Spirit by praying in English. When he began to pray in English, what he was saying shocked him:
“Lord, in the name of Jesus, convict the real killer through the Holy Ghost. Make him confess to the crime.”
Inside, my father was kicking himself. He thought, Shut up, dummy. The man has already been convicted. He was asking God to get hold of the real killer. He didn’t know, but the Holy Spirit knew this woman’s son hadn’t committed the crime. The Holy Spirit was praying through my father saying, “Get hold of the real killer and make him confess.”
After Dad finished praying, he looked at the woman and said, “Go home, go to bed—and sleep! Your son will not die in the electric chair!”
Again he chastised himself, thinking shut up, you dumb preacher! Remember, you have to come back here tomorrow night and preach!
Sometimes the Holy Spirit will say things that are difficult for you to believe. Sometimes when you are preaching, you say things that startle you. But it isn’t you talking, it is the
Holy Spirit.
Are you ready for the outcome of this story?
Dad returned to his hotel and went to bed. He got up the next morning and went to the diner a block away. On his way in, he bought the New York Daily News. Glory! Did you ever shout looking at a newspaper? Well, he did. You know
what the headlines said? “Man’s Life Spared from Electric Chair—Story on page 3.” He didn’t eat breakfast. Oh, no. Hebsat down on that curb and tore open the paper to pagebthree. Dad remembered what that newspaper said verbatim.
He could tell you the name of the district attorney. His name was Mr. Hogan. The story read, “Last night at 9:40, Mr. Hogan received a phone call from a man.” (Remember, it
was 9:30 when the woman disturbed the service. At 9:40, God answered the woman’s prayer. Oh, hallelujah!) The man on the other end said, “You are burning the wrong man.”
“What do you mean? Who is this?” asked Mr. Hogan.
“Never mind who it is. But you have a man scheduled to die in the electric chair for the murder of a man in the upper Bronx. You found his body in a second-floor apartment, face down with stab wounds.”
Mr. Hogan said, “How do you know this?”
He said, “I’m the one who committed the crime.”
“Where are you?” Mr. Hogan asked.
He answered, “I am two blocks from a certain precinct.
And I am on my way in to give myself up.”Mr. Hogan stopped the execution. He went to the precinct and interrogated the new suspect until three o’clock in the morning, going over the same question. “Why did you give yourself up?”
Repeatedly the same answer came, “Man, I never had any intentions of giving myself up. But when I called you last night, something got a hold of me and made me confess.”
- DONNA SCHAMBACH (The Anointing For Miracles)
He was preaching in Newark, New Jersey, in 1960. The time: 9:30 p.m. A woman came walking down the center aisle, and my father, R. W. Schambach, knew what that meant. It meant someone was going to interrupt his message. She walked down the center aisle and stood right in front of the preacher that night. He had his Bible in hand and was preaching a masterpiece!
How dare anybody interrupt a man of God?
Actually, that precious woman was interrupting him with the desperate kind of faith, just as four men tore the roof off the place where Jesus was teaching so their friend could get
a miracle. Their faith moved the Lord, and that’s what real faith does.
When that woman in Newark approached my father, she said, “Brother Schambach, please forgive me. I have never stopped a preacher in my lifetime. But this is an emergency.
My son is going to die in the electric chair at ten o’clock.”
By his own confession Brother Schambach thought, “Oh, my God!” She knocked the preach right out of him. When he heard that, he couldn’t preach another word.
He had prayed for people dying in hospitals, but he had never prayed for anybody who was going to die in the electric chair. This man had been convicted by a jury of his peers. He had been found guilty. He was going to die in order to pay for the murder they said he committed—and it was going to happen in thirty minutes. Brother Schambach couldn’t preach! He shut the book. He couldn’t even pray! He asked everybody in the church to stand.
People had often asked my father, “Do I need the Holy Ghost?” When we encounter needs like this woman presented, a person doesn’t have any idea how to pray. This is why we all need the fullness of the Holy Spirit!
The Holy Ghost began to pray through my father. He said it felt like somebody put a robe on him—it was the robe of the anointing for miracles, and he could feel the anointing. A
double portion rested upon him as he prayed in tongues.
Then, as he put it, he started to eavesdrop on the Holy Spirit by praying in English. When he began to pray in English, what he was saying shocked him:
“Lord, in the name of Jesus, convict the real killer through the Holy Ghost. Make him confess to the crime.”
Inside, my father was kicking himself. He thought, Shut up, dummy. The man has already been convicted. He was asking God to get hold of the real killer. He didn’t know, but the Holy Spirit knew this woman’s son hadn’t committed the crime. The Holy Spirit was praying through my father saying, “Get hold of the real killer and make him confess.”
After Dad finished praying, he looked at the woman and said, “Go home, go to bed—and sleep! Your son will not die in the electric chair!”
Again he chastised himself, thinking shut up, you dumb preacher! Remember, you have to come back here tomorrow night and preach!
Sometimes the Holy Spirit will say things that are difficult for you to believe. Sometimes when you are preaching, you say things that startle you. But it isn’t you talking, it is the
Holy Spirit.
Are you ready for the outcome of this story?
Dad returned to his hotel and went to bed. He got up the next morning and went to the diner a block away. On his way in, he bought the New York Daily News. Glory! Did you ever shout looking at a newspaper? Well, he did. You know
what the headlines said? “Man’s Life Spared from Electric Chair—Story on page 3.” He didn’t eat breakfast. Oh, no. Hebsat down on that curb and tore open the paper to pagebthree. Dad remembered what that newspaper said verbatim.
He could tell you the name of the district attorney. His name was Mr. Hogan. The story read, “Last night at 9:40, Mr. Hogan received a phone call from a man.” (Remember, it
was 9:30 when the woman disturbed the service. At 9:40, God answered the woman’s prayer. Oh, hallelujah!) The man on the other end said, “You are burning the wrong man.”
“What do you mean? Who is this?” asked Mr. Hogan.
“Never mind who it is. But you have a man scheduled to die in the electric chair for the murder of a man in the upper Bronx. You found his body in a second-floor apartment, face down with stab wounds.”
Mr. Hogan said, “How do you know this?”
He said, “I’m the one who committed the crime.”
“Where are you?” Mr. Hogan asked.
He answered, “I am two blocks from a certain precinct.
And I am on my way in to give myself up.”Mr. Hogan stopped the execution. He went to the precinct and interrogated the new suspect until three o’clock in the morning, going over the same question. “Why did you give yourself up?”
Repeatedly the same answer came, “Man, I never had any intentions of giving myself up. But when I called you last night, something got a hold of me and made me confess.”
- DONNA SCHAMBACH (The Anointing For Miracles)
“MAN’S LIFE SPARED FROM ELECTRIC CHAIR”
He was preaching in Newark, New Jersey, in 1960. The time: 9:30 p.m. A woman came walking down the center aisle, and my father, R. W. Schambach, knew what that meant. It meant someone was going to interrupt his message. She walked down the center aisle and stood right in front of the preacher that night. He had his Bible in hand and was preaching a masterpiece!
How dare anybody interrupt a man of God?
Actually, that precious woman was interrupting him with the desperate kind of faith, just as four men tore the roof off the place where Jesus was teaching so their friend could get
a miracle. Their faith moved the Lord, and that’s what real faith does.
When that woman in Newark approached my father, she said, “Brother Schambach, please forgive me. I have never stopped a preacher in my lifetime. But this is an emergency.
My son is going to die in the electric chair at ten o’clock.”
By his own confession Brother Schambach thought, “Oh, my God!” She knocked the preach right out of him. When he heard that, he couldn’t preach another word.
He had prayed for people dying in hospitals, but he had never prayed for anybody who was going to die in the electric chair. This man had been convicted by a jury of his peers. He had been found guilty. He was going to die in order to pay for the murder they said he committed—and it was going to happen in thirty minutes. Brother Schambach couldn’t preach! He shut the book. He couldn’t even pray! He asked everybody in the church to stand.
People had often asked my father, “Do I need the Holy Ghost?” When we encounter needs like this woman presented, a person doesn’t have any idea how to pray. This is why we all need the fullness of the Holy Spirit!
The Holy Ghost began to pray through my father. He said it felt like somebody put a robe on him—it was the robe of the anointing for miracles, and he could feel the anointing. A
double portion rested upon him as he prayed in tongues.
Then, as he put it, he started to eavesdrop on the Holy Spirit by praying in English. When he began to pray in English, what he was saying shocked him:
“Lord, in the name of Jesus, convict the real killer through the Holy Ghost. Make him confess to the crime.”
Inside, my father was kicking himself. He thought, Shut up, dummy. The man has already been convicted. He was asking God to get hold of the real killer. He didn’t know, but the Holy Spirit knew this woman’s son hadn’t committed the crime. The Holy Spirit was praying through my father saying, “Get hold of the real killer and make him confess.”
After Dad finished praying, he looked at the woman and said, “Go home, go to bed—and sleep! Your son will not die in the electric chair!”
Again he chastised himself, thinking shut up, you dumb preacher! Remember, you have to come back here tomorrow night and preach!
Sometimes the Holy Spirit will say things that are difficult for you to believe. Sometimes when you are preaching, you say things that startle you. But it isn’t you talking, it is the
Holy Spirit.
Are you ready for the outcome of this story?
Dad returned to his hotel and went to bed. He got up the next morning and went to the diner a block away. On his way in, he bought the New York Daily News. Glory! Did you ever shout looking at a newspaper? Well, he did. You know
what the headlines said? “Man’s Life Spared from Electric Chair—Story on page 3.” He didn’t eat breakfast. Oh, no. Hebsat down on that curb and tore open the paper to pagebthree. Dad remembered what that newspaper said verbatim.
He could tell you the name of the district attorney. His name was Mr. Hogan. The story read, “Last night at 9:40, Mr. Hogan received a phone call from a man.” (Remember, it
was 9:30 when the woman disturbed the service. At 9:40, God answered the woman’s prayer. Oh, hallelujah!) The man on the other end said, “You are burning the wrong man.”
“What do you mean? Who is this?” asked Mr. Hogan.
“Never mind who it is. But you have a man scheduled to die in the electric chair for the murder of a man in the upper Bronx. You found his body in a second-floor apartment, face down with stab wounds.”
Mr. Hogan said, “How do you know this?”
He said, “I’m the one who committed the crime.”
“Where are you?” Mr. Hogan asked.
He answered, “I am two blocks from a certain precinct.
And I am on my way in to give myself up.”Mr. Hogan stopped the execution. He went to the precinct and interrogated the new suspect until three o’clock in the morning, going over the same question. “Why did you give yourself up?”
Repeatedly the same answer came, “Man, I never had any intentions of giving myself up. But when I called you last night, something got a hold of me and made me confess.”
- DONNA SCHAMBACH (The Anointing For Miracles)
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