Last Sunday on my way home after the birthday party for the Oct babies (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, read my previous post), I saw a man pushing his bicycle with 2 big rattan baskets. His right leg was wrapped and he could barely walk, inching his way slowly up the hill. As soon as I drove past him, I immediately said,
“No. I cannot just drive past him Lord.”
I turned my car around and jumped down the car, quickly praying in the Spirit as I approached him.
“Uncle! Can I help you to push your bicycle?”
In my mind I was thinking, “You push the right side, I’ll push the left side, together with you, I’ll help you push the bicycle.”
So I was completely taken off guard when he told me to push the back of the bike and then he climbed on and sat on it!
This was how I felt like. (Me being the kid of course).
I gulped down my shock and gave the bike a push. To my surprise, the bike actually moved! And it wasn’t as heavy as I thought it would be. (God seriously must have sent his angels to help me push the bike).
With cars wheezing past me, I took the opportunity to ask him questions as I pushed him. Found out he hurt his foot 3 years ago in an accident and it has not healed since.
Huffing and puffing, with sweat dripping down my forehead, I finally got to the top of the hill. I told him about the drop-in center at Old Town and told him to come by if he ever passed by there. Then I asked if I could pray for God’s healing for his foot. He said it was painful and swollen. I couldn’t really see it because it was wrapped in newspapers. (Newspaper? Really?!) I placed my hand on his ankle and just prayed with all I’ve got. Then I asked him if he felt any better and try to do something that he couldn’t do before. But he said, “Not so fast one lah” and wouldn’t try out his leg. I was like, “God can heal you right now, you just gotta have faith!” (I know I was a little adamant….)
He got on his bicycle, I gave him a last push, and he was off, down the hill to his destination. Still not willing to give up, I kept declaring healing over him as I walked back to my car.
You may think that was too crazy, or that is just not the social ‘norm’, but hey, God’s love is RADICAL, and it looks radical.
