Crossing my chicken line…the lame DID walk…a God is Good praise report

In my last post I mentioned how wheel chairs of all shapes and sizes are my chicken line (see post script of linked story for explanation) 

Well, I had another story I thought I would post next … one of God’s goodness the following day on holiday, but, on returning to Melbourne I found myself in a shopping centre about half and hour away from home collecting a new pair of shoes for my 8-year-old daughter…

As I walked in I had the uncanny sense that there would be a God assignment for me there …

I walked around after collecting the shoes, but felt the Spirit of God say “stay, go up the escalators …”.

I recalled that earlier I had experienced trouble finding a car park, which was not normal, and I had asked God if the time in finding a car park was a “timing thing” … He responded in the affirmative.  This “conversation” came back to me as I turned to head back into the centre and up the escalators and so I asked Him “where next …”

After going in and out of a few shops, I still had that sense that there was something for me to do, someone to meet.  A candle caught my attention in a shop close to the external doors so I went in … I felt He said “buy it” so I did, and as I left the store I saw an elderly woman in a wheel chair …

I instantly knew this was my assignment so I approached the woman pushing the chair and the elderly woman in the chair and asked if I could pray.  They both said “yes” with great enthusiasm and so I introduced myself, knelt down and asked what the problem was …

The elderly lady in the chair swiftly pulled her sari thigh high, exposing a swollen, braced right knee.  I knelt down before her and laid my hands on her knee and started to pray, explaining as I did that she may feel something like heat, a tingle, or even a wind … or even nothing … and to let me know when and if she did …

She instantly said she felt a wind swirling around her knee … and warmth.  I pressed on praying, telling the story of A who had been healed of two broken legs (see below for related links) and had stood the first day, and had walked freely within two weeks … and I explained how a healing could be instant or it could be over time, coming in the form of a “seed” (thank you Bill Johnson).

I kept praying, feeling the Presence of God strongly as I did so.  She said the feeling was intensifying in her knee … I said it was intensifying on me too … laughing as I flinched a bit with the intensity of the Holy Spirit’s Presence.  She then mentioned the pain in her knee and so I rebuked the spirit of pain, and released the healing oil of the Holy Spirit … and as I did she said the pain completely left.

The anointing seemed to lighten so I asked her about it and she said the sensation was lessening and so lifted I suggested she check it out … by walking …

To my surprised delight, she agreed!

Her daughter-in-law and I lifted up the foot rests of the chair, and she rose shakily to her feet and started to gently check out God’s handy work.  She then straightened some more, took some more steps, smiled and nodded and then reported, with a big smile, that the pain was all gone, and with that she walked off into the store to shop, leaving her wheel chair and her daughter-in-law behind with me …

I turned to the daughter-in-law and placed my hand on the top of her back behind her shoulder, where I felt God said to touch her, knowing that she was next and as I touched her the daughter-in-law’s eyes filled with tears, remarking on the miracle that had just unfolded before her eyes … I gently looked at her and said “it is your turn now, can I pray for you?” and I took her hands in mine and she was visibly overwhelmed with a sense of God’s love for her.  I repeated to her that I had been there for a reason, for a purpose because God loved her mother-in-law … and her so very, very much … it was a God appointment for us both, and it was now her turn to be prayed for because times had been tough, to which she nodded, wept and stood ready to receive knowing now that …

God is Good!

(to be continued …)

Links to A’s story of healing and a family’s salvation (in three parts) see: Part 1 for the start of the story and Part 2 and Part 3 for the praise reports

And he played footy that Saturday – healing of M’s knee Winter 2009

This is an older story – an early one in my journey of “stopping for the one”.  It was the start of a journey that this man went on over the next year or two, where he started to question his atheistic belief system, and wonder whether he could also be loved by God.  It was also the start of a journey for me where God dealt with me quite firmly about my issues and my embarrassment in stopping in a known environment amongst peers … it is a story in which He essentially says … “get over yourself, stop being a prude, kneel down and pray …”

It was mid Winter 2009 and I was driving with my then 2-year-old son to school to collect my daughter.  It was smack in the middle of the Aussie Rules football season and in typical Melbourne style it was raining a drizzly type rain. 

As I drove I saw a stay at home Dad that I had got to know called M.  He was walking to school in the rain.  M is a rough gem who wears shorts and thongs or runners all year round (winter and summer), and who had got many of the women’s tongues wagging up at the school for his lack of  “charm” … in other words he called “a spade a spade” … and I liked him …

I pulled over and offered him a ride.  He responded by saying that that normally he would say no, but that on this day he would say yes because he had hurt his knee.

He jumped into the car and we rode the short distance to school, chatting as we went.  I asked about the knee and he said that it was an old injury that was required a knee reconstruction.  By the time we were in the playground waiting for the kids to come out I knew I had to offer to pray, but did not know how to do it with him – in front of all the other mums at school pick up.

God had given me a picture, and I had just learnt that God will sometimes give us a picture of how He wants us to pray to release a healing.  The picture I had received was that I was to kneel down in front of him and place my hand on his bare knee and pray as I knelt.

I offered to pray.  M said did not believe in any of that stuff but that I could give it a go if I wanted.  He then went on to say that if it worked it would be great to be able to play football that Saturday … but he doubted it would work.

I did not want to kneel – it was wet on the ground, he was a man wearing shorts and I felt it was inappropriate to kneel in front of him in the wet with my hand on his bare knee … and, what was worse, it was in front of all the other mums, milling around waiting for their kids to come out of school!

So, in my “wisdom” I placed my hand discreetly on his shoulder and started to pray.  As I prayed I felt/heard a strong rebuke from God who said “Get on your knees” – essentially saying “I showed you how to pray, now do it”.

I took a deep breath, focusing on the fact that M could be healed, and told him that I needed to place my hand on his knee.  And so I knelt in the wet, with the cold and wet coming through my jeans, in front of the car park mums and prayed.  The mums looked at me and I felt very embarrassed, but went on regardless.

While on my knees, feeling very vulnerable, I looked up at him and asked if he felt anything – he said he felt heat and so I kept praying and then asked him to move the knee around … he did and he felt some relief so I prayed again, still on my knees and I then stood and asked him to try it out …

He bent it back and forth and said all the pain was gone.  I asked him to jump on it, jumping up and down next to him as I did.  He jumped up and down on it and looked amazed and said there was no more pain and that he would not have believed it … but that he had felt the heat and that it was amazing, that maybe he was wrong about all this stuff …

Delighted (and that is an understatement!), I got on with collecting my daughter and left it at that …

I saw him the following week and asked how he had got on.  He said, like a little kid, with absolute joy, that he had played his game of footy that Saturday! 

And I left knowing without a doubt that …

God is Good!