Coffee Miracles
I became a believer in the first place because I witnessed a number of supernatural healing miracles, and I’ve lived a life of miracles ever since. I owe some of the miracles I’ve experienced to the teachings of Merlin Carothers.
Back in the seventies, Merlin Carothers’ books were very widely read. I read them and so did almost all of the other believers I knew. According to Foundation Of Praise, “Carothers is the first author to have three books listed simultaneously on the top ten-bestseller list of the National Christian Bookseller Association. His unique concept of praising in all things brings results that can only be termed miraculous.”
Putting Merlin Carothers’ teachings into practice certainly brought miraculous results for me.
Merlin Carothers went to be with the Lord in 2013. He taught that believers should praise God for EVERYTHING—good or bad—because Romans 8:28 says that “we know that all things work together for good to those who love God.”
Back in the seventies, Merlin Carothers’ books were so popular among charismatic Christians that occasionally one believer would say, “Praise God!”—whereupon another believer would ask, “What’s wrong?”
I’ve witnessed and experienced many undeniable miracles since I became a believer. Some of those miracles were huge and others were small, but all of them increased my faith--and as I’ve already mentioned, I owe some of those miracles to the teaching of Merlin Carothers. For example, back in the seventies I went to a Full Gospel Businessmen’s dinner and because most of the believers I knew at that time were steeped in Merlin Carothers’ teachings, I was shocked to hear the people I was sitting with actually complaining instead of praising God. They were complaining because at that particular dinner each person only received a single cup of coffee—no refills allowed.
I can’t remember exactly what I said to the people I was sitting with, but I do know it included “Praise the Lord!” Moments later, a waitress (or perhaps an angel) left the kitchen carrying a round glass coffee pot with a plastic handle. The pot was full of coffee. The kitchen was on the other side of a very large, very full, very noisy dining room. From where we were sitting, the kitchen was way out of earshot. The waitress couldn’t possibly have overheard what we’d said, but she was headed in our direction. She walked all the way across the dining room carrying the coffee pot high in the air. She then put the coffee pot right down in front of me, said “Here’s your coffee,” and left. I shared the coffee with my table mates. So far as I know, we were the only attendees that night who got more than one single cup of coffee.
Speaking of coffee, some years after that I attended Charles & Frances Hunter’s school of ministry in Kingwood, Texas. There was a somewhat cantankerous coffee machine in the basement of the big blue dome where we met for class. I continued to praise the Lord when I needed coffee, and I was always able to get the coffee machine to work, but I’m not positive there were any actual miracles involved. However, every once in a while another student would find me and ask, “Margot, would you please come kick the coffee machine with your anointed foot?” So that’s what I would do. After all, faith without works is dead.
Margot Armer
