Healing Ministry

March 2, 2011


This week I'm attending the Risen King's Conference on "Redigging the Wells of Supernatural Healing".  I didn't really know what to expect, except perhaps some healing; I would think that would happen at a healing conference.
Evenings are open sessions, anyone can come to hear the speakers.  Monday night, my daughter's roommate and I are sitting on the second row at Risen King.  There is an older couple in front of us; they appear physically frail.  I don't know whether their health had taken a tole on their life or their life choices but it didn't really matter.  They were very attentive to each other in a very loving and caring way.  We worship; it was amazing.  God was there, it was like basking in warmth.  The presence of God so apparent.  After worship, we took a few moments to meet the people around us.  We met the couple in front of us, the woman had a beautiful name.
Moments later, the woman stiffened up, the man quickly dropped to his knees in front of her, she began shaking and he administered something to her; I assumed she was having some sort of seizure.  We leaned forward, outstretched our hands and began to pray for her. A few other people came to her side to comfort her and try and attend to her.  I listened to the man as he comforted his bride, he spoke into her hope, he prayed, "Father, Father, come, help her, calm her."  He stroke her face, he stroke her hair, he held her, he continued to speak into her and to pray.  After a few minutes, she calmed, the seizure had past.  He continued to speak into her, loving on her, loving her, his total attention on her well being.
We listened to Bill Randall speak about healing prayer.  It was moving and informative and led into a time of ministry for those wanting healing.  I would assume the man and the woman in front of us were there for healing; it is a healing conference, right?  She was approached and soon people began to pray for her; sitting right behind her, I leaned forward and prayed for her also.  It was heart wrenching, gut wrenching to imagine someone whose life is tormented by such a disease as epilepsy.  In my mind, I believed she deserved to be healed, like any of us deserve anything, but her body was ravaged with a disease and a loving God, a loving Father would surely not want that for his daughter.  Right?  Isn't that right?  I know Bill talked about not everyone gets healed but we pray in anticipation and trust that God heals anyway He sees fit and it will all be for His glory.  Now, this is the first time I've ever attended anything like this and admit it's all new and although I believe God can do anything, I'm still wondering can He do it through me?  I know it's a silly question but I'm trying to be totally honest here.  My husband and children have heard me say over and over, "I believe God flung the stars from His fingertips, anything else to me would seem easy for Him."  Now, I know He uses me in many ways, I just always believed that people were gifted healers, not just people like me who step out in faith boldly to see God move through them in a new way.
We prayed, we prayed again and she sat down.  Minutes later, she had a seizure again. Really, God, a few minutes later.  The man quickly dropped to his knees in front of her again, he administered something again, he began speaking life and hope to her again, he began to pray again, "Oh Father, Oh Father, calm her, come Lord Jesus."  He stroked her hair and her face, he held her, he was handed a damp towel and he wiped her face.  He continued, and continued, and continued, this seizure a little longer and more intense than the last.  I pray again, I'm thinking, "oh my, this woman can't be left alone, his whole life is wrapped up in taking care of her.  God, you really need to heal her so that they can have a 'normal' life."  I think at this time God is laughing and responding, "like your normal life?"  I continue to lean forward and pray for her, I haven't quite resorted to begging God and I probably would have except I just texted my daughter a quote that said, "For us to beg God to heal someone is to say that we have more mercy than God."   I pray again and continue until the seizure passes.  It's sad to see someone who has no control over their body, something physical holding her body captive.  It finally passes, and within 15 minutes; it happens and it starts all over again.


The man quickly dropped to his knees in front of her again, he administered something again, he began speaking life and hope to her again, he began to pray again, "Oh Father, Oh Father, calm her, come Lord Jesus."  He stroked her hair and her face, he held her, he wiped her face again.  He continued, and continued, and continued until this seizure past.  Shortly thereafter, the session was over or maybe it was over for me; I don't know.  But I left the building and as I walked to the car I was weeping, "God why didn't you heal that woman, she so desperately needed to have her body freed from the bondage of epilepsy?  Why, I want to know why?
God is so faithful, He answers: "The greater gift is how he loves her? How many times do you see love like that?  He gives his life to care for her.  His love is the greater gift; the gift the world needs to see."
I'm officially in a puddle; a puddle of my own tears.  Once again, I ask, He answers, I am humbled and wowed at the same time.  Thank you Jesus for that most beautiful picture of your love; I don't see it very often.  In fact, the last time I saw love like that I was 16 years old at a business conference with my parents.  When the meal was over and it was time to dance, one of men there picked up his severely handicapped daughter, held her in his arms, her feet hanging limply fifteen inches from the floor and he danced on the dance floor with her like she was a princess.  Yes, he was giving his life for her also.  That was 39 year ago; so yeah, I guess you just don't see that very often.  Thank you, thank you, thank you; God; I'm beginning to understand healing ministry.