Everywhere we have gone in Uganda, we’ve been asked to pray for healing. At the end of every seminar (read: mid-week church service), there is a call for anyone who wants healing to come to the front and the mzungu preachers (that would be us) will pray for people (no less than two dozen people come forward each time). After every Crusade (that is a whole other blog, in the works), the same thing. And quite often at the close of each home visit, we find ourselves praying for healing.
During the week we were in Nambo, Jeff and I were out preaching and praying from hut to hut. We always pray expectantly, anxious for that moment when someone is going to tell us that they can see again, walk again etc. And it never happens. But still, we pray for person after person, knowing that God will heal them when He chooses to, if He chooses to. One day we prayed for a woman named Gerturde. She had some pretty serious neck and back pain. We dutifully prayed over her, and walked on to the next hut, thinking that was the end of that.
The next day, our teammate Melissa was out making the rounds, and when Gerturde saw another mzungu, she flagged her down. She excitedly told her that the instant Jeff and I prayed for her, her pain dissolved. She was healed! We’ve still not witnessed the blind seeing, or the lame walking, but we’ve been instruments of healing. Praise God!!
