No More Active Living AIDS Virus.

TODAY – My intention and earnest hope is that any person seeking healing from anything would read this story and know that God is a faithful God. He is capable to provide where science can not, and beyond.

At my last post I welcomed the world to know of a re-test the doctor ordered of my 30+ year “HIV status”, and a newly ordered quantitative test; measuring the amount of “Active Living AIDS” virus within my body.

Without getting overly scientific I will explain in the briefest possible manner I know.

When a person is exposed to the HIV virus they are subjected to the AIDS VIRUS: where HIV goes–so does the AIDS virus. They are bed fellows. The HIV antibody confuses the body’s defense system and begins to work against the immune system while the AIDS virus finds a harbor to grow and destroy the immune system.

The good doctor provides drugs that offer limited hope. A compliant patient betters there chances of survival and longevity if they live a clean lifestyle omitting unsafe sexual conduct, avoiding undo stress, staying away from alcohol, and any other harmful chemicals. No drug can heal or eradicate the AIDS virus totally.

When I first accepted doctoral care for my HIV status I came quickly aware that the AIDS virus was the deadly enemy to my body. The “giant” I would face daily. It was said, “if the virus does not take you out first, then the prescribed medications will literally corrode your internal organs over time.” This potent drug’s street name is “jet fuel” cocktails. It has a certain ring don’t you think?

The drug’s toxicity is so powerful it can leave the patient in a weakened condition to the point where they could not function at all. This was the hope the science had to offer me. It was something — but compared to what Jesus has done for us it is less than.

Now I have my personal story to tell of healing and miraculous intervention. Yes, even a manifestation of God’s word has brought me to this blog today.

Realize that doctors actually dissuade patients from retesting HIV because there is no cure for the virus.

It has been 36 years since my first official diagnosis. I have hard copy proof. The actual timeline is more like 40 years, but what does it matter at this point? I am healed! That’s what matters most.

I have been under the care of numerous doctors during this journey. Ten years ago we relocated to North Carolina from Florida and began again with a new community of specialist. Some have been amazing and truly caring. Others have been really difficult and seemingly in very bad moods for decades.

My most recent doctor was really impressed with my physical examination, but what really got him intrigued was the toxicity screenings which came from the lab. They showed that everything was totally normal. In fact, the toxic screening indicated that my organs had NOT been adversely effected in any negative way. This news is amazing due to the fact that I have taken these medications for over 28 years.  Their positive effect was only 10-15 years. The doctors promised a better quality life when I first ingested them as I was a new father to a son who is down syndrome. They insisted I live well as long as possible by way of the medications. It sounded worth the try. I also began to rely on the word of God and sought a greater understanding of what happened for me on the cross when Jesus rose from death’s grip. I embraced the grace of God’s provision and faith grew within me for manifestation of a healing that medicine could not and would not provide.

The science could not heal me; therefore my healing would come from my Father in heaven Who loves me and Who does exceedingly and abundantly.

In addition I should mention the fact that both my son and wife are negative for HIV exposure. They do not have it and never have. The conception of our son was normal and without interference. This in itself is miraculous.

So the newest doctor suggested the retest and we waited weeks for the results. That brings us to this moment.

The examination room was still until the doctor entered with greetings and smiles. The nurse sat quietly at her computer and began to take dictation the moment the door opened. The doctor sat upon the patients examination table and explained that according to my test results he was the only person in the room who could possibly be in need of a doctor because he was the oldest of all of us. This opening remark was funny but yet confusing.

He began explaining that in all of his medical career he had never seen such results except in a journal of medical science that suggested these test results were an unexplained anomaly. I have been called worse. But he really wanted us to understand that my tests were not like any other he had ever done and that from this day forward he would tell his colleagues that he had personally met the one person that the books could not explain.

He is a delightful elder man of wisdom that surpasses my years, but he has retained his humor. This day he was actually jolly. He delivered the news to us in detail, but also provided word picture stories in the event we did not get the weight of his findings. So I will share but a few he shared with us with you. Remember the nurse is typing, and through the telling of his findings she can hardly contain her astonishment as she recognizes that my case is outside their daily routine.

The doctors first story begins with the ship, “Titanic.” He suggests I am a third class passenger standing in the middle of the ship watching it sink. Due to my impending doom from HIV status, the waters are rising. He describes an arm with fingers lifting me from out of this impending doom onto a dry deck– in addition to this unexplained rescue he notes that I am absolutely dry. Not a drop on me!

While trying to grasp the fullness of his creative attempt at explaining the rare/wonderful test results, I observe my feelings chasing after my cognitive embrace of God’s truth finally being manifested from this elder doctors lips. It is surreal. It is a moment in my life I could not relive, a first time in forever, yet I must retell it so that my own heart may receive this blessing and then be readied to share it with the world somehow.

The physician noticed my outward dismay and politely asked that he could continue with one other “word pictorial”. I softly replied with, “speak doctor”.

The doctor’s voice strengthened as he offered his depiction of the apocalyptic days we all dread could be possible. He spoke, “Glenn, if you were a bug that dwelt under a rock during the day of Armageddon, and the flames which burnt away all living things had finally turned to smoke, your greatest need would be nothing more than a nice lunch.” I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry. We listeners were stunned. The nurses tears streamed down her blush covered cheeks. Her back was to the doctor but she was typing as he spoke and she witnessed the moment with us. He then added that my case would be a study he would speak before college students and fellow doctors and professors of medicine. In short, he stated that my case was and could only be found in text books where the rarest of medical revelations lay in print on paper. Medical Mysteries in print; not necessarily understood but tolerated.

The doctor was really enjoying his big reveal to me. One more story to help you grasp these unusual findings. He said, “If during the time of the Bubonic plague you and five other people were still alive. After the four others had finally succumb to the disease, you Glenn would continue to live and thrive.” I asked how this could be possible from his perspective, and he could only say that once in a long while these mysteries appear and science must agree to not know for the time being.

I have pondered My personal response to the medical science for 36 years. It is simply this, “God says it, it is so.” God says I have been healed, therefore I have been healed. So now I am writing to put before you this miraculous occurrence. You can think on it, critique it, even disbelieve it. I understand. The most important thing to realize is that heavenly hope is for anyone who seeks God’s will through His words and follows His voice. He is more than amazing, and He is truly blessing.

A quantitative test (RNA) measures the amount of virus within the patients bloodstream. My RNA test now reveals there is NO ACTIVE AIDS VIRUS DETECTED–ZERO! The test was cancelled because the machine is not programmed to read less than a number 20. Science does not believe the AIDS virus can be eradicated. Jesus trumped the machines inability to detect a ZERO finding. Furthermore My HIV status continues to be recorded as positive. At first I wondered at this. How can I be HIV positive and NOT have the AIDS virus? I wondered if this was a trick of some kind, or perhaps I was not healed. A few days later I read about Jesus appearing to Thomas after Jesus’ resurrection. Thomas asked for proof from the Master Jesus that He was real. Jesus replied by showing Thomas the nail marks on His palms. Despite the fact that Jesus is God and rose from the dead perfected in every way, He continues to bear the MARKS of His victory and conflict. Therefore, I bear the mark of HIV that others may see and hear of my victory and struggle over death. HIV is not the killer–it is the AIDS virus that is the giant of doom. My giant has been eradicated and done away with. I believe the Blood of Christ shed for us can and will wash away our disease and sorrows if only we would embrace it to our hearts and minds.

For those who may doubt my story: I have hard copies and numerous tests have repeated the original testing of the good doctor. ALL reveal the same positive findings. ZERO AIDS virus detected after 36 years.

Whats next? I pray for open doors to share Him and His heavenly hope to the wounded and those searching.

But simply breathing in His goodness is pure contentment.

Be blessed!