when nothing happens
To only write about the successes, when we see miracles happen, without also talking about the failures, would be to paint an unrealistic picture.
Tonight we had the chance to follow up with an Egyptian Muslim who nearly lost his life in a horrific car accident that took his younger brother's life. He never should have lived according to the doctors, but I met him several days ago and offered to pray that God would bring more healing to his body.
We met for coffee with another Muslim friend of his. Sojourner was with me. After some testimonies and some explanation as to how Christians minister healing, we made our way to my house to be able pray in a more conducive environment.
It is an understatement to say this guy needed healing - there were multiple things to go after - he had limited movement in his knees and ankles, metal rods in both of his legs and due to a botched surgery one leg was 4cm shorter than the other. He also revealed a massive hernia that protruded from his abdomen. Basically, we weren't facing a guy with a headache!!
We prayed for quite a while - asking, releasing, commanding, etc. He felt nothing. We felt nothing. No words of knowledge seemed to come.
At the end of it, I explained that sometimes there is a delay and asked him to call me tomorrow if he noticed any differences in any of his conditions. I did feel at the very end like the Lord gave me a word of knowledge for his right knee and told him to take particular notice of that knee when he wakes up tomorrow.
Probably the best part of the whole encounter was when Sojourner and I just cried out in prayer after they left for God to intervene in this desperate situation in spite of us.
I can honestly say that nights like tonight are far less common than they used to be - but they still do happen. We keep contending for the ministry of Jesus to be repeated in and through us - tonight we got to see that we've got a long way still to go.
Tonight we had the chance to follow up with an Egyptian Muslim who nearly lost his life in a horrific car accident that took his younger brother's life. He never should have lived according to the doctors, but I met him several days ago and offered to pray that God would bring more healing to his body.
We met for coffee with another Muslim friend of his. Sojourner was with me. After some testimonies and some explanation as to how Christians minister healing, we made our way to my house to be able pray in a more conducive environment.
It is an understatement to say this guy needed healing - there were multiple things to go after - he had limited movement in his knees and ankles, metal rods in both of his legs and due to a botched surgery one leg was 4cm shorter than the other. He also revealed a massive hernia that protruded from his abdomen. Basically, we weren't facing a guy with a headache!!
We prayed for quite a while - asking, releasing, commanding, etc. He felt nothing. We felt nothing. No words of knowledge seemed to come.
At the end of it, I explained that sometimes there is a delay and asked him to call me tomorrow if he noticed any differences in any of his conditions. I did feel at the very end like the Lord gave me a word of knowledge for his right knee and told him to take particular notice of that knee when he wakes up tomorrow.
Probably the best part of the whole encounter was when Sojourner and I just cried out in prayer after they left for God to intervene in this desperate situation in spite of us.
I can honestly say that nights like tonight are far less common than they used to be - but they still do happen. We keep contending for the ministry of Jesus to be repeated in and through us - tonight we got to see that we've got a long way still to go.
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