Supernatural Healing
Have you or someone you loved ever been terminally ill? If not, you may not have really thought about the issue of supernatural healing. But one day you will ask the question, “Does God still heal?”
I was diagnosed with terminal cancer years back. The story can be read here. Another time, my dad was diagnosed with leukemia and admitted to a hospital for treatment only to find nothing unhealthy to treat. He was immediately released. Another friend’s child had brain tumors that mysteriously disappeared. Yet, sometimes the most perfect of healings is not found here on earth.
This brings us to the significance of today. One friend has an undiagnosed illness. Another friend has a growth in an area you really don’t want to visualize. Another new friend is waiting for a kidney donor. I take a generic purple pill for GIRD. I’m sure you have something you can add to the list.
Likely, we all want healed. Many of us have asked for God’s supernatural healing hand. Yet, we still find ourselves sick. Personally, there has been a super sensitized interest in healing the last few weeks. I believe it to be a God thing. Anyway, I am treating it as such. Maybe God wants to work and I need to figure out how to either get out of the way or get in the middle of what God has planned?
To that end, I and my friends are praying for healing and studying on the issue of belief and faith. What is belief? What is faith? What is the relationship between the two? We want to know and appreciate a better understanding of how God works in supernatural healings.
This is not a test. But, it is a sincere desire to better understand an element of our identity in Christ. If you have read this far, you are either interested or God led you here. If you might, take a minute and pray for me and my friends as God leads you. If we can pray for you, leave a comment or email me. arhines @ grace point . org (spaces removed).
As this story unfolds and God reveals more of ‘the rest of the story”, I will post in the comments.
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When I was 6 my family was stationed in Juneau, Alaska (army) and my eardrum ruptured. There was no military medical services to treat it so I needed to be flown to Anchorage for the Air Force hospital there to do surgery. I was terrified at that time in my life both flying and of anything like surgery/medical practice. We got to the hospital and I was all prepped for a 6am surgery the following day. My Mom said I should pray for God to help it “go easy.” I was scared, I chose to pray “God save me from this! I’m scared.” The next day they were doing one last body check before wheeling me into the OR. The doctor stopped and looked puzzled. He looked at me and went, “It makes no sense, but the giant hole in your eardrum has suddenly closed about 60% overnight. It shouldn’t be able to do that…certainly not that quickly. Let’s cancel the surgery and see what another 24 hours does.” 3 days later I was not only healed, but flown back home and never had ear problems since.
In 1999 I totalled a car. Broke the frame, collapsed the dashboard, pushed the engine block through the radio, took 1.5 hrs to saw me out of the car kind of bad wreck. I’m claustrophobic. When I woke up and saw my situation I cried out, “God, I’m scared. Save me from this…let me not panic…this is bad.” Instantly the peace of God descended upon me. All of those verses I had memorized for years as a youth rushed to my mind and I went from a state of fear/panix to one of praise – to the point I felt it was a spiritual retreat of sorts. The paramedics were confused at how I could be so injured, so in pain, and yet so at peace. They were sure it was shock, but I had full faculties and awareness of all of my injuries – I was just removed from them in a way.
I had a crippling case of Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis from age 4 combined with severe asthma. They completely altered my childhood experience – as sports and activity could put me in bedrest or the hospital. When I was called to ministry in high school I remember saying, “God, I know if you want me to go somewhere that doctors say I shouldn’t – you’ll take care of it.” Eventually I began saying, “God, i’m going to press my body and seek Your joy…please give me the strength necessary.” 3 years later my lungs were healthier than a non-asthmatic and my blood tests showed no evidence I had even had arthritis.
Does God heal? Oh yeah. To what purpose, though?
I believe it’s to His glory. And I give Him ALL the glory!
Best wishes for your quest on this subject.
Miguel de Alaska
Awesome stories. Who needs fiction when real life with God can exceed the wildest of imaginations. Thank you for sharing the reality of your Christian experience.
Sometimes it seems awkward for me sharing the truth of what God has done in my life for fear that it will be misinterpreted as phony or abusive of Christianity.
Then, you have the whole issue of humility and others thinking it is being shared in a prideful way. I think about the the many healings Jesus documented in His Word. Jesus wasn’t being prideful.
It is humorous that He told them, ‘Be healed and don’t tell anyone!’ Jesus had to have been busting a gut when He told them to not tell anyone. Thank about it. One minute you are dieing. The next minute you are alive. But, don’t tell anyone. I bet Jesus is grinning while reading this blog.
I was talking with a missions team last night. One lady had spent a lot of time traveling to Guatamala (her parents had been missionaries there). On her last trip they had planned to do a knitting/sewing workshop in a local women’s prison, but hit a snag when they realized the prison doesn’t allow you to bring long pointed objects into the prison. The mission team go inside and struggled to figure out what they could use to teach with – the guards began scouting out utensils that could serve for the training. Amazingly, the guards found exactly 37 tools or instruments that could be used…there were exactly 37 female inmates wanting to learn. A bible study followed and a number of women came to know Christ, thanks to 37 “lucky finds” by the guards around the facility.
Mike,
Interestingly, 37 seems to have a recurring theme. “God’s provision”. Maybe God is just obliging me or maybe not. Regardless, whether it is a recurring pain in the kidneys that reminds me to pray for my brother or the #37 to ‘think on these things’, it is always refreshing to remember the God we serve.
God used you in an awesome way in the ‘Big Tent’ yesterday. I think ‘The Sparrow’ may stick.
Your friend,
archie