“If there’s anyone on the plane who is a doctor would you please raise your hand,” came over the intercom half way through my flight to Spain.
Immediately my stomach dropped! I begin to pray because I feel that this somehow involves me. Then an anointing falls on my hands and my heart beginnings to pound. My mind begins to race with scenarios of what is about to happen. Before I could think too much I forced myself to get up and go to the back of the plane to talk with the stewardesses. I begin to explain in the best way I could that I needed to pray with the passenger. She looked at me real funny with wide eyes and said, “No she’ll be fine, a doctor came forward and is taking care of her-she’ll be fine. We don’t want to crowd her!” I sat down and the anointing increases on my hands. I go back to the back of the plane. The stewardesses were behind a close curtain talking amongst themselves. I knocked and respectfully asked if I could speak with them. They said, “sure.” I came low, explaining how I used to be a certified Wilderness First Responder, and that I understood how crowding isn’t the most positive thing. I began to boldly explain about my hands, traveling around he world, and seeing God heal time and time again. That the fire on my hands was a frequent thing and that I believed I was supposed to pray with the passenger. They both stared at me like a dear in headlights. All I could think was, “they’re not going to let me do this.” So I said, “could you just ask her if I could pray with her- if she say’s yes, great. If she says no, that’s fine also. Could you just ask her?” They replied, “what seat are you in.” “40E,” I said.
As I was waiting for them to give me the “GO or NO GO,” I noticed all the other stewardesses of the plane were making there way by my seat. They each would look at the seat numbers, locate mine, and make quick eye contact and look away. I chuckled at first. But when I realized that know one had gotten back to me in 30 minutes I began to get frustrated. “I just want to cancel the sickness on her life so she didn’t have to deal with this anymore and pray health and wellness!! Why is this so complicated?!?” I thought to myself.
I then started cycling through various scenarios of how to get to the passenger. Each one ended with me getting in some sort of trouble. So I decided to wait. Then we started to make our decent, and my frustration swelled a bit more. I stopped the stewardess that was walking by my seat. “Did you ask the passenger if I could pray with them?” She put her hand on my shoulder look me in the eye and said, “we moved her to the front of the plane with the doctor and she’s doing fine. But thank you very much for your concern.” I had this funny feeling that she was just trying to keep the “crazy guy” calm.
Before I knew it the plane landed, the anointing left, and the passenger was the first one off the plane.
I‘ve been wondering if there was more I could have done, a different strategy maybe. Like lying and saying I was a doctor or just pushing people out of the way. But I don’t feel like that would have represented Christ. Or maybe I was just supposed to witness to the stewardesses and pray for the passenger from my seat.
