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(continued…) At this point, everyone is on their feet. They want to see what will happen. The evangelist is completely unmoved and unbothered. In that moment, I understood the difference between faith and hope, between certainty and uncertainty, between being…
In the early 1990s, I attended a large healing crusade held by a healing evangelist. I’ll keep him anonymous because my focus is on the meeting, not the person. I happened on the meeting quite accidentally. I had a seen…
In many churches I have visited in the United States, we seem to be specialists in church socialization. From ‘pizza nights’ to ‘game nights’ to ‘movie nights’, we don’t hold back from opportunities to stay amused. Call an ‘all-intercession night’…
I was sitting with a few friends in a restaurant a few years ago, when one of them leaned over and whispered, with what might been a touch of pride to me, “You know, I think I’ve got a thorn,…
Frequently, I like to ask my friends or people I meet the question: “when was the last time you heard a complete sermon on healing, miracles, or gifts of the Holy Spirit?”. If you’re mulling over your response right now,…
It must be obvious to even the casual reader that I have more than a passing interest in the matter of divine healing. It occupies a lot of my waking thoughts and I’ve been involved in many different healing or…
I shared a little while back one of the reasons we have a marked lack of healings in our churches. There are many actually, but I want to focus on one today that is significant at both the individual and…
I remember a humorous story told by a pastor who was very sick with malaria. Very seriously sick. He stood on faith for his healing but did not make a connection. Finally, his loved ones dragged him to hospital. As…
“Yes”, he said, “it’s broken all right”. The wrist surgeon took another look at the MRI against the bright light overhead and nodded, “you’ll need surgery for this.” I sighed, “let me guess, it’s the triangular fibrocartilage complex, right?” He…
I carved away at my steak as I simultaneously made conversation with a new friend at a restaurant. As we chatted about this and that, I noticed she would shift her position every few seconds, it seemed. After some time,…
I looked at the earnest face in front of me as I prepared for my second case for the night. A regular evening at the Healing Rooms. The gentleman was in some discomfort as he spoke and explained his ailment.…
In my last post, I declared: “healing is hard”. This may have caused a furrowed brow or two among a few hardy Christian brethren, but I promised I’d do my best to explain in this post. Maybe it’s just me,…