"There are four steps that lead up to a little landing where the door opens on the stage of Carnegie Auditorium in Pittsburgh. There is a black doorknob on the door.
I have walked up those four steps many times and have stood on that landing with my hand on that black doorknob and Kathryn Kuhlman has died a thousand deaths on that one spot."
Why would she make such an admission? In her words, "Because I knew that when I opened the door, sitting out there in that auditorium were people who had traveled hundreds of miles. People who had made sacrifices to be in that miracle service. There were people out there who'd come because it was their last resort. The medical profession could do nothing more for them. And they had come saying, 'We'll go into one of those miracle services and we'll believe God to answer prayer.'"
I could hear Miss Kuhlman continue, "I knew that sitting out there in that audience there would be a father who had taken off work. And he had come with his wife, with a little child. They'd tried everything.
Perhaps it was cancer in that child's body. And that child was more precious to them than anything else in the world."
Then she said, "I knew standing on that top step I had no power to heal if my life depended on it. Oh, the helplessness of it all—the utter helplessness. And the complete dependence on the power of the Holy Spirit. I died not once, not twice, not a half dozen times. But over and over again."