We felt it as soon as we walked up to the house.
The sadness, the sorrow, the pain.
My team and I weren’t exactly sure why we were there. But we went in anyways.
It was our adventure day. We met up with an American man and his Vietnamese wife who took us to their home out in the village for a nice picnic and a bit of hiking. The day was interesting, and went nothing like we had imagined, albeit still one of the best days.
We were on our way home, when we stopped.
The people in this house, 6 of them, had chosen to follow Jesus only three days before. We were there to pray for them and with them.
Then, we saw it.
A man, lying motionless in a cot. Covered up to his neck with a blanket. The pain he was feeling was so visible.
We quickly learned that he had cancer and his family was preparing him for his death. Making him as comfortable as possible for the limited time he had left.
It was then we knew that we were there to pray healing over this man.
And pray healing is what we did. Reece prayed over him first. He prayed for healing. He commanded the cancer to leave. He prayed for the pain to diminish.
Reece’s prayer was followed by another. A prayer that Jesus’s blood would cover this mans eternal body. That the Lord would do with him what was in His plan, but that pain would not be experienced.
All the while, my team and I prayed fervently. Silently. Under our breath. Out loud. We cried out for help. We cried out to the Ultimate Healer. To the only One who could make this man get up and walk. Free of pain and free of cancer.
We wept. For this man in his illness and his pain. For his mother who collapsed into our arms, who was crying out for help in Vietnamese. For his wife, who stood stoic off to the side, unsure of what to do.
I felt a nudge from Holy Spirit. “Ask if you can lay hands on him. Ask where he is feeling the most pain.”
Our friend translated in Vietnamese to this man. He agreed, and told us his chest, lungs and stomach were causing the most pain. My team and I laid hands on him.
We prayed for complete and total healing. For a new set of lungs. For freedom from pain. For cancer to leave his body. For Holy Spirit to fill their house. For this man to be able to get out of his bed and walk.
We mourned with this family as they mourned for their beloved son, husband and father.
I learned this day that just because we didn’t witness healing before our eyes, that the Lord is still at work in this man and in his family. That just because he didn’t get out of his cot and walk away pain free that the Lord doesn’t have plans to heal him.
His timing is far better than ours. His plan is far greater than ours.
But in the end, regardless of the outcome, He is still good.
Pray for this man. Pray for his family. His mother, his wife, his two children.
Pray that regardless of the outcome, the Lord is still be glorified in and through this.
So much love,
Car
