Post by Zac Loh on Jan 3, 2010 22:45:47 GMT -5
When I was a worker for the ministry to the poor, I visited villagers in the slum area often. We conducted free tuition to students and distribute packages of food to several families. In due course, a family accepted the Lord except the father.
One day, the father got an accident. His ankle wouldn’t heal for weeks even after medication, and even after this man consulted a medium. He was desperate because he needed to find work. As I was having a conversation with him, there was such compassion of the Lord flowing out of me. So I prayed for his ankle, my fingers touching his bandaged wound. I prayed a short and simple prayer, only four words: “God, heal his leg.”
But I prayed with great spiritual identification and keenness of soul. I virtually went to the inside of his wound, and asked God to do the healing there.
Days later, he was healed. And he stopped resisting Christ!
One day, the father got an accident. His ankle wouldn’t heal for weeks even after medication, and even after this man consulted a medium. He was desperate because he needed to find work. As I was having a conversation with him, there was such compassion of the Lord flowing out of me. So I prayed for his ankle, my fingers touching his bandaged wound. I prayed a short and simple prayer, only four words: “God, heal his leg.”
But I prayed with great spiritual identification and keenness of soul. I virtually went to the inside of his wound, and asked God to do the healing there.
Days later, he was healed. And he stopped resisting Christ!