Here is another blog I have tried to write multiple times, but because of fear of rejection I stopped each time. This is a true story; no exaggerations, no theatrics, and no baloney. Here we go….
This event happened about five months ago during our time in Mozambique. That month our ministry was serving the church we were staying with; in whatever fashion they needed or wanted our help with. Most days it looked like helping out around our host’s home during the day, and participating in church every evening. But for two days during that month we went out into the African Bush and helped run a Crusade. We knew we would be praying for people, loving on the locals, and bringing the opportunity to have a relationship with Jesus to these people, but we had no idea how much He would show up.
So, we are out in the bush, walking door to door in the midday sun to go and pray for people. But then as the day passed by and the sun began to set, the environment changed. We went from prayer warriors to on-fire, spirit-filled, dancing around, shouting to Heaven prayer warriors. As the sun descended down behind the tree line, the music began pumping out of the 5-foot tall speakers we had set up on our flatbed truck. I would not be surprised if you could hear the pounding of the bass for miles around. Over the next hour, slowly but surely, people began to show up. They literally walked through fields of tall grass, dirt roads, and hopped fences to get to the music.
After some time of jamming out, dancing around, and laughing with all the little children, our host began talking. It was all in the native language of the locals so we could not understand it, but you could feel the Spirit moving without question. There was singing, preaching, and then a request for prayer. The three elders of the village came forward first. That is when I saw her and I knew, “I have to pray for her”. She looked to be in her late 60s or 70s, smaller framed woman, with a walking stick, capulana skirt, and yellow sweater. As I walked towards her I felt a stirring in my chest, and suddenly I felt a desire to pray for her right knee.
This was the first time I had every received a piece of knowledge like this before; and with such specifics. I wasn’t sure what to do. So I asked. “Pray” is all I got. I then asked our host to translate and ask her if she needed prayer for her legs. She nodded excitedly looking at me. I then asked our host to translate and ask her if it is her right knee that needs prayer. Her face turned from excited to “how did you know that??” But she accepted the offer for prayer. I placed my hands on her shoulders and began praying.
I felt my hands get warm as I prayed for compete healing in this woman’s knee. As I was praying, I heard “Get on your knees and hold her’s”…. Okay?…. I wasn’t sure what that was all about, but I did it anyways. I knelt down in the mud covered trampled grass, and wrapped my hands around her knee. I felt an overwhelming Presence in those moments, and was showered in the feelings of love that the Lord had for this woman. I prayed and prayed, anything and everything that came to me. After I felt it was completed, I stood up, smiled at her, and she gave me a hug. I looked around for our host, but he had moved on to help other Racer’s with the people they were praying for. So we began our game of “no language barrier is going to stop us from communicating” charades.
I pointed to my right knee and then to hers, and asked “better?” She looked at me confused. I then started lifting my knee up to my chest, and other movements that might have been painful to her before. After a few minutes of this back and forth she began to move her leg around. I will never forget the look on her face. It was a face of AWE. She could not believe there was no pain. She could not believe that she could jump and dance again. She hugged me again and again, and then she dropped her walking stick and joined in the dance circle that had begun while we were praying. Thank you, Jesus!!!
For the rest of the evening her face was lite up, she was filled with joy, and she could not stop showing people what God had done for her. I believe that Jesus gave her a new knee that night. I believe He was showering His love for her all over, and the result of that was a new knee and a new life for this woman. I will never forget this story. This was the day that Jesus showed us both that He is our Healer and Physician. That He can do anything, even the impossible.
