Healing in Turkey....in a Skype Seminar....

Today I have a guest post from my best friend, Jemima, who recently made a trip to the Middle East and got to experience God do something really cool at a conference she attended. 

I went to a conference a couple of weeks ago.  While there I saw a woman named Rachel.*  She didn't speak, though she would communicate by writing notes.  She always had someone supporting her wherever she walked and people were always praying for her.  I figured she was sick and that it was fairly recent, but didn't know details.  She had been in one breakout group with me though I didn't feel it polite to ask her the details (aside from which she would have had to write them down--though maybe she had been asked so much she already had it transcribed, ready to hand the the next curious soul.)  

During one of the workshops, where we were talking about how to host Skype prayer meetings, someone in the back pointed out to the speaker that he should pay attention to something happening in the middle of the room.  I was sitting near the front and so I turned back to see three women, Rachel at the center, bawling.  Not just tears, but all out sobbing.  

I personally didn't think the workshop was that bad.  

Then the whole story came out.  About a month before the conference God had told Rachel he was going to use her voice in a new way.  A week later she fell and hit her head.  She lost the ability to speak and her ability to walk unsupported and some other fine motor skills.  She felt like God was encouraging her to come to the conference, though many suggested she stay home instead of come so she could recuperate.  Several people had prayed for her at the conference, but she had not felt any better physically.  While in the workshop someone leaned over and asked her and the people sitting next to her if they did Skype prayer meetings.  Without thinking Rachel responded, "No our internet connection isn't fast enough."

And promptly burst into tears.    

We continued with the workshop, she and her friends continued to cry.  During the next workshop, she came up and told us the backstory of the healing process and prayed for us.  The rest of that day and for the rest of the conference she was able to walk on her own, completely healed.    

 

 Healing never ceases to amaze me.  I have witnessed it before, been a part of the prayer process, even been a recipient of healing.  I am still completely in awe every time it happens.  I got goosebumps as the story was told, as I type it.  God reached out and touched her, and through her the rest of us at the conference and now you as you read this blog.  Jesus had a good idea with the whole healing ministry thing.  Go heal someone.  The news spreads like wildfire.  People are encouraged/amazed/curious/want to be a part of the healing thing.  

I guess I wonder why healing doesn't happen so much any more.   I mean I don't hear of people who follow Jesus walking down the street and saying to the handicap homeless man asking for change, "I don't have any quarters or dollar bills, but what I do have is the Holy Spirit saying 'get up and walk!'"  

Maybe it's because we all have quarters and dollars.  And anyway we have been told we shouldn't give them to homeless people because they just abuse the whole system, are probably just going to blow it on drugs, booze or sex. 

-Jemima King

Visit Jemima's blog over at Anyone Ordinary