The month of Kenya can be summed up in a word; HEALING.
As a squad we saw many healings. We encountered many broken people who were hungry for a healer. Blind men can see, children were healed of their vomiting, women were healed of on-going ailments, and our hearts were healed of it’s unbelief.
Jesus healed many. He healed in lots of different ways. Sometimes Jesus actually prayed or sometimes it took a simple brush of his cloak. The gospel of Mark tells a story of a blind man that was healed. Imagine if you will; this guy comes up to you. You can’t see him…well because you are blind and the next thing you know he is putting his spit on your eyes. I’d be a little freaked out by this. Maybe the blind man was freaked out, my version doesn’t say his response right then. Maybe he didn’t get freaked out because he trust the people who were leading him. The man didn’t see clearly right away, it took Jesus laying his hands on the man again and looking intently.
Here we are gathering medicine at a free clinic in one of the biggest slum Nairobi.
There are countless stories of Jesus healing. This is just one and it’s one I’m sharing because this month a blind man was healed. A team near my team stepped out in faith and prayed for his sight to be restored. It was. God gave us a story of his healing power and how we can be used in these ways. I know it’s weird. I sat one night on a living room floor listening to my friends tell this story. I connected with this man though I’ve never met him, because I am blind in one eye. I have been since I was born. This man was also blind in his right eye. He had an accident that caused his blindness. As I sat on the floor the thought ran through my mind.
Men and women waiting to see the doctor at the medical clinic.)
(These are some women from another team and the man whose eye was healed)
“Heal me then friends!”
Without a second thought I had eleven women around me ready to pray. I sat on the floor with all sorts of thoughts running through my head. I chuckled a lot, honestly. I didn’t fully believe that God would heal my eye right then and there. For about 45 minutes they prayed over me and for me. I was honest with them and said I didn’t believe this was something that needed to be healed. I believe God heals…HECK YES! I believe God wants the best for his people and he wants to restore us…HECK YES! Did I believe God wanted to heal me? In that moment, nope. I didn’t believe or have enough faith God wanted to restore my eye to it’s fullness.
So what happens when you don’t have that faith or believe these good things for YOURSELF?
You keep praying…
