a story of healing
 Over the last couple of weeks I have been writing about what the Kingdom of God might be like by looking at stories that Jesus told when he says, ‘The Kingdom is like….’ At New Wine this year, both at Newark and at Shepton Mallet, there was fresh evidence of the in-breaking of the kingdom into our midst. So, here is a wonderful story of healing which comes from lady (her name was given) whose husband is a vicar in Devon. She had a brain tumour last year, and suffered some damage to her Vestibular nerve during radiotherapy.
“.......By now I was using a stick around the house, a three wheeled walker during the day and by around four pm I had to resort to a wheel chair..... And so to Friday evening at the summer conference. I was singing rather than praising in my wheelchair. When the line ‘You heal all my disease’ came (I never sang that particular line), I fleetingly thought “you’ve not healed mine!” But I always sing ‘I trust in you, I trust in you’. Immediately I felt a power pass through me from the top of my head to my toes and with it the came the complete and utter certainty without doubt. I’m healed. Seconds later I heard the audible voice of God say “If you want to go to the front and dance you can!” I replied “no thanks, I’d like to sit here for a moment, hope you don’t mind!”
I leaned over to my husband and said “I’m healed” to which he replied “Oh right.” Those who know my husband know that he is so laid back he is horizontal, but is a deeply Godly man and his ‘Oh right’ was the ‘Amen’ to years of faithful prayer and longing.
So, there I sat all through Simon Ponsonby’s amazingly pertinent preach. He asked in conclusion for people who felt that they were in the desert place to kneel to be prayed for. I asked my husband to help me out of the wheelchair so that I could kneel whilst a lovely lady prayed for me. I remained sitting on the floor for a while until I badly needed to use the ladies! I also knew that I had to walk there unaided. So I got off the floor, on my own, stood for a moment to test my legs, on my own, and then walked round, over and through the crowd out into the very uneven roadway up steps, down steps and back into the meeting - every step a miracle. At the door I was met by two very amazed people who had prayed for me on the previous day. At no point had I asked for healing or to my knowledge been prayed for, for this specific healing. God arrived in the atmosphere of praise and worship and chose to lift me to my feet. I spoke to a doctor at the front of the stage who gave Mark Bailey the thumbs up and the next thing I knew I was up the steps (unaided) and on to the platform.
On returning, on foot, to the camp site my church family were all seated in a circle waiting for me, they had decorated our caravan with streamers, Chinese lanterns and candles. There in the centre was my wheel chair all folded away and completely wrapped up. It went straight into the boot of the car not to be used since.”
Praise God for his love, grace and mercy. Pray with us that we will know more of His Kingdom coming powerfully and lovingly amongst us. |
