I've been sharing Adam's story of the healing of his back with different people. There are many different reactions; all positive so far. As I share this, and talk about the prayer session Sunday morning at Bethel, I always share about the young woman with Down Syndrome who prayed for him. I'll call her Olive. Whenever I think of her, that's the name that comes to mind, and so she will always be in my heart. Unless I meet her again and find out her real name.
I was telling the whole story of the visit to Adam's doctor to a friend, and how he had nothing much to say about the amazing change in his spine. She remarked as to how could he not say anything after such a dramatic difference. How could he not believe in a miracle? Then I shared about Olive and her compassion for Adam,and how she just reached out her hands and wanted to bless him. And that it was after this prayer time that he began to declare that he was healed.
My friend asked me if I thought Olive was an angel. I said no, that she was a person like you and me. I felt no difference. She remarked that sometimes angels come and we don't recognize them. I said, no, it was just a young woman and that I felt no supernatural presence. She walked away, commenting that no, she thought it was an angel. And ended the conversation.
Belief and unbelief are strange bedfellows. She couldn't understand how the doctor had no comment on Adam's huge physical change; she couldn't believe that God worked His healing power through someone with disabilities.
I wonder how many of us feel the same way? We limit God's ability to do mighty things, depending on the vessel He chooses to use. I could go on and on, but you get my drift.
Ask yourself that question, and see where you limit His ability to move your mountains. I know I'm asking. Maybe God has been stopping by, but we've been too blind to see Him.
People get ready; there's a change a comin'....
I was telling the whole story of the visit to Adam's doctor to a friend, and how he had nothing much to say about the amazing change in his spine. She remarked as to how could he not say anything after such a dramatic difference. How could he not believe in a miracle? Then I shared about Olive and her compassion for Adam,and how she just reached out her hands and wanted to bless him. And that it was after this prayer time that he began to declare that he was healed.
My friend asked me if I thought Olive was an angel. I said no, that she was a person like you and me. I felt no difference. She remarked that sometimes angels come and we don't recognize them. I said, no, it was just a young woman and that I felt no supernatural presence. She walked away, commenting that no, she thought it was an angel. And ended the conversation.
Belief and unbelief are strange bedfellows. She couldn't understand how the doctor had no comment on Adam's huge physical change; she couldn't believe that God worked His healing power through someone with disabilities.
I wonder how many of us feel the same way? We limit God's ability to do mighty things, depending on the vessel He chooses to use. I could go on and on, but you get my drift.
Ask yourself that question, and see where you limit His ability to move your mountains. I know I'm asking. Maybe God has been stopping by, but we've been too blind to see Him.
People get ready; there's a change a comin'....
