In 1981, I discovered that I was allergic to eggs. Once in a while, whenever I knowingly or unknowingly ate something that had eggs as part of the ingredients, I would suffer excruciating pains. The hurting was comparable to a knife-work, whacking indiscriminately in my stomach. It reached a point I called it quits with eggs.
I dreaded eating cakes and anything else that might have had eggs as part of the ingredients. I had been prayed for multiple times since I discovered I was allergic to eggs but each time I tried eating them, believing I was healed, I would suffer greatly. I got tired and gave up. I was even reluctant to allow anyone pray for me in this regard lest I be given "false" impression.
Somewhere in 1997, my family and I were visiting a family friend who also happened to belong to our local church. They prepared cakes among other things. I refused to eat the cakes. Our host asked why I didn't eat the cakes. When I told him that I was allergic to eggs, he answered casually:
"We can pray for you now; you get your healing now, and eat the cakes now!"
"It is not that simple", I answered and explained that I had been prayed for countless times and that each time I only suffered when I acted on the prayer. He wanted to insist that I accept prayers but I adamantly refused. There was just no chance for him to convince me.
That was a Saturday. On Sunday, we went to our local church. A man of God whom I knew had a gift of "word of knowledge" stood up in the meeting and called out, saying:
"There is someone here in the congregation who is allergic to some kind of food. Come! I'll pray with you. God is going to heal you."
I refused to go forward. "They are playing tricks on me", I whispered to myself. Though I knew that Arne Skagen, the man of God, was gifted in this area, I thought this time Dag Rune—our family friend we visited the previous day—must have told him. Furthermore, I had had so many such prayers before and each time it only led to agony when I tried eating eggs.
Meanwhile, I was so scared of accidentally eating something with eggs. The devastating pains I used to experience meant that I couldn't take any chances at all. If I was to eat anything that was not prepared by my wife, I would ask if there could have been any chance of eggs being part of the ingredients. I became a bother when I was visiting. I would instruct my hosts that if they were preparing something, they have to be sure that there were no trace of eggs in it.
One day, in the same year (1997) the Holy Spirit convicted me: 'Eat whatever is set before you without asking any questions!' How could I do that? That was unthinkable! When I got this conviction, I refused to yield. Somehow, the conviction didn't die away even though I disobeyed the first time I heard the voice. I began sensing that God was going to heal me. But I dreaded the HOUR I would consciously put eggs in my mouth. After buying time for a while, I finally decided to face my fears. I said to myself, "One more time!"
I went, bought eggs and asked my wife to prepare them as delicious as she knew how. When the eggs were ready, I did something strange. I pointed my finger at the dish before me and spoke to eggs, saying:
"You are food! Today I am not eating you as eggs but as food that the blood of Christ has sanctified. You are not going to cause any problem in my stomach. The Bible tells me to eat whatever is set before me without asking questions. So from today on, I'll eat food set before me without asking any questions after giving thanks, you are sanctified by the Blood of Jesus for my consumption."
After speaking those words, I thanked God for the food before me and had a good meal of crumbled eggs. The pain began a short moment after I finished eating but I spoke again:
"I refuse to accept that pain. It is fake! I thanked God for the food I ate and it was sanctified by the Blood of Christ."
The pain disappeared almost instantly. Praise the Lord! Since then, I eat eggs without problem at all.