“I am
healed! I am healed!!”
This scene
could have been by the pool of Bethesda during the time of Jesus, but not quite
so. I am the one shouting, and this happened just last Sunday after church. Even
now as I type, I am in tears from the awesome thought that my Lord and Savior
touched me.
This is
not the first time that I have been miraculously healed. The first episode – 7 years
ago, was for a nagging peptic ulcer that bled occasionally and kept me
miserable for more than 20 years. Jesus used brother Yun – the Chinese “Heavenly
Man” to heal me just before we migrated to Thailand where the food is hot and
spicy.
Let me
first give you a background of who I am in relation to these miracles that have
happened to me.
I am a
third generation Seventh-day Adventist, a physician without any firsthand
experience in miraculous healings. I used to view miracles (healing crusades on
TV and miracles at places like Lourdes, France where crippled people walk home)
with disdain and unbelief. The reason is because the guys involved in these
miracles belong to “Sunday-churches,” and I was brought up in my church
doctrines stating that those who worship on Sunday have the “mark of the beast”
and belong to Satan.
Now back
to last Sunday’s miracle. After the church service, as usual, I was at the juice
station for my cup of juice when a white guy greeted me and asked me if I had
pain in my legs while pointing at my left thigh. I’m not surprised if someone
asks me that question because I know that I walk with a slight limp and so I answered,
yes. He then asked if I wanted healing and that he could pray for me.
This stranger
is casually dressed, had a bible in a worn case and he looks like he’s in
his early twenties. I had to suppress my initial reaction to ask more questions
about who he is, and instead I nod my head and he proceeds to bend over and places
his hand on lateral aspect of my left thigh and he starts praying. This is
happening while a lot of people are milling around and filling their cups with
juice.
He
finished his short prayer and I thank him. I gulp down my juice and was about
to leave when he tapped me on my shoulder and asked if I had pain in my right
leg. He explained that he suddenly felt pain in his right leg and he knew
someone near him had it. I laughed and told him that I was also hurting perennially
in that side. After the second prayer I knew I had to ask some questions.
His name
is Jeremy and he was from California. He happened to be at ECB – my church,
while he was making preparations to deploy to Southern China in a week. He was
volunteering to serve the underground church there.
Similar to
my experience with Brother Yun, I didn’t immediately feel the effect of my
healing. About 2 hours from that encounter at the juice station, I was walking
in the mall when suddenly my left lower extremity from the hip down to the toes
became numb and felt detached. I tried
slapping my thighs but I couldn’t feel anything. This happened for about 5
minutes before the numbness spontaneously disappeared.
Today –
one day after the episode with Jeremy, and I’m still waiting for the usual pain
to reappear. I can climb the stairs now without pain and even if I sat for 3
hours last night in a cramp position by my computer, I don’t feel the pain
anymore. I got out of bed this morning like I didn’t have a previous tiring
day.
Hallelujah! I am
healed, and my heart cannot stop singing praises to my Savior – Jesus.