Last week I saw a college student limping by with his foot wrapped. I asked him what happened and he told me it was a soccer injury. I told him that if he had time to come by my office and I told him where it was. Sure enough, he shows up at my office and had no idea why I had asked him to come by. I asked him to take a seat and I told him that I was going to “read over” him (an Arabic language expression he would understand for prayer) and that God would heal him. I had him put his own hand on his toes which I could see were badly bruised and swollen, undoubtedly broken. He let me pray and thanked me as he got up to leave. I told him to be sure to come back and let me know how it was – preferably in a week or so.
So today (about a week later) he shows up in my office. He comes in and I recognize him and ask how his toes are doing. He asks, “What did you do to me?” He had been playing soccer again with no pain and said twice, “I am shocked”. I shared a little bit with him about our mandate to heal the sick as Christians and gave him my number saying that if he or anyone he knows needs a miracle to not hesitate to call me. He knows where my office is, he has my number and Jesus has radically healed his foot. I know I’ll be hearing from him soon.