I believe in a God who heals. In fact I believe that He loves to heal. Jesus, when He walked on earth, healed maltitudes of people with various diseases and sickness. I personally think He enjoyed it so much so until He did not forbid people from touching His garment because the Bible said that as many that touched His garment, they were made whole. Jesus gave authority to His disciples to heal the sick too. And today, we too, have this authority.
I’m very passionate in the area of healing. Every now and then, when I personally hear and know someone who is sick and is being warded in the hospital, I will try my best to go visit and pray for them. It gives an opportunity for God’s name to be glorify and for Jesus to be known. What really stirs me up is a bad encounter I had a couple of years ago.
I had a friend whose dad was admitted to hospital due to sudden stroke. Me and my other friend had made it a point to pay a visit to the dad who was in coma but I thought I needed the approval from the mom if it is ok that we pray for him since the family is not Christian. We agreed to go a couple of days later. But it was too late for us even to pray as the initially agreed date was now the funeral date.
It was really a blow to me. A lot of things came to my mind. If we were to go there earlier, perhaps, a miracle could have happened. Perhaps, he would be healed and the family would come to know God. Wonderful isn’t it? But sadly, the reality is the reality.
It kept me reflecting. We are God’s channel for His healing power to flow. I felt I was selfish in not being able to be there in time to lay my hands and pray for this man. That’s my conviction. I believe God can heal. So now, everytime I hear of people who are sick, I would love to pray for them knowing that Jesus loves to heal them. I will try not to delay as time is really critical. Such urgency. Such burden.
When I was admitted to SJMC due to infection in my feet (though it was nothing serious) somehow or rather I felt a deep sense of compassion for people who are sick. I just want to lay my hands on them and pray believing in a God who heals.
Today, I visited my grand uncle who was in ICU due to cancer in the stomach area. The growth was removed. Yesterday, I struggled with a lot of thoughts. What if I go there and pray and nothing happens. What if people redicule me. There was a lot of what ifs as though it was like fiery darts coming in the form of doubts from the enemy.
Having learnt from previous experience, I made a decision to go. I believe God prompted my heart as I was challenged with the question, If Jesus is here with me, what would He do? I personally believe He will travel to the hospital and with compassion, lay His hand on my grand uncle so that my grand uncle can be healed. So many times, we read that in the Gospel.
I just could not comprehend on the thought of knowing that I have the authority to heal but I am holding back. Does that not make me selfish? I would rather obey a God who loves to heal and chose us as His disciples to continue to do what He do best while He was on earth, to heal the sick.
He was still in ICU when we arrived. I struggled as to whether I should enter the room and pray. Eventually, I believe God opened the door in the very last moment where I was struggling with shyness. I went into the room with a simple prayer. I touched his hand and with my faith, I prayed that God will heal him.
I thank God for giving me the opportunity and courage to pray.