It was well over 100 degrees and humid, and the tiny room was packed from wall to wall. The florescent lighting and whitewashed plasterboard was devoid of all color, and instead cast shadows over the masses of sick and hurting people lining the floor. Walking through the doors gave me that nauseous sensation I feel every time I enter a nursing home. These desperate people traveled a long way to be here, even though they wouldn’t be visited by any doctors. Today they awaited an appointment with their Healer, and He didn’t disappoint.
As the prayer team surrounded each of these individuals, the atmosphere in the room completely changed. Ever five minutes a shout would pierce the loud murmur with an excited “Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! Hallelujah!” Tears of joy would stream down their faces as the God of heaven reached out his hand and healed them. Renewed enthusiasm reverberated around the room with each new miracle. The shouts grew louder and louder. For two straight hours God poured out His love on his children.
A short while later the police arrived. Despite having all of the necessary permission and official documents, the authorities forced the revival event to come to a sudden close. It was too late though. Those who had been healed took the stage and testified to the power and love of the only living God, Jesus Christ. The gospel was proclaimed to the entire crowd, and many lives were forever changed.
I wish every person who came for prayer was healed. That was not the case. Yet, I cannot deny what I have seen with my own eyes. Our God is Healer – Jehovah Rapha – that is his name!
