The cool Hungarian night made me even more sleepy than the 1:00 am hour. Myself and three friends were celebrating while we walked to the car. The excitement was in awe of all we had just seen God perform in the church service.
The service began with 30 minutes of sharing stories of God healing others, then we spent the next four hours praying for people who needed healing. Seeing God heal people never gets old and it’s worth every ounce of exhaustion we were feeling in that moment.
Between the four of us, we had separately hosted healing services in over 30 countries. Jokingly, one of my friends asked me if I had ever seen a blind person healed? This particular friend was far more travelled than me and had not only seen a blind person healed, but also seen three dead people raised to life. Radical….I know, right? LOL!! That still happens today.
I had seen God heal eyes many times so people wouldn’t have to wear their prescription glasses anymore, but never a blind person healed. Perhaps if God would send a blind person, I would have the opportunity.
The following day, we returned to the church rested and ready for the second service. Two hours passed as people approached us one–by-one for healing prayer. Never did I think that a joking conversation would turn into reality this quick.
I watched as the line of people in front of me grew longer and longer until it wrapped around the inside of these ancient church walls built in the 1800s. They weren’t waiting to see me, but to experience healing from the Ancient of Days. One by one, myself and a team of three Hungarian church members prayed for each person as God healed them of headaches, vision impairment, back pain, and other illnesses. An hour had past when I looked up to see Marian. She leaned heavily on a cane as she slowly walked towards us.
The interpreter explained how the pain was originating in the center of her left leg and went all the way up to her lower back. I asked if she would raise her slacks up so I could see for myself what she was sharing. She agreed and what I saw before me was something I had never laid eyes on in my life. From the center of her leg branched out multiple, deep, dark blue veins showing through her pantyhose. It looked like a New York subway mapped out on her pale skin. In complete awe of what my eyes beheld, I starred at her leg. I had never seen veins protruding like they were forming an identity of their own.
So I waited…not to allow more time for me to take in this site or to commit this moment to memory. Not to think about what I would say next or contemplate whether God was big enough to heal this woman.
I waited on the Lord.
My interpreter waited.
Fifty people waited in line behind her for prayer.