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THE WITCHDOCTORS LOSS

The Philippines

“We can’t help her. She is demon possessed. You can take her home now,” the doctor’s proclaimed. On the way home, in hopes to find help for their nanny, the young Filipino couple took 18 year old, Jasmine, by the Catholic church for the priest to pray over her. As they stood before the priest, the demon took control of Jasmine’s body and said out loud to the priest, “You are a liar!”

The next day is when we received the call requesting help to pray for Jasmine. Myself and a friend walked to the employer’s house where Jasmine was staying only a mile away. Jasmine’s father had just arrived from a remote village to take her back home, so we spent some time chatting with him before entering the house.

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Freely We RECEIVE, Freely Give

Philippines

Every week we drove an hour to a nearby village to host a women’s bible study. Angelia, along with eight other women joined together to share victories, struggles, fears, and how God could help us.  One particular day, Angelia shared how our prayers and encouragement led her to take action and see God move in her village.

I couldn’t understand every word of the dialect that she was using, however, the passion she exuded while sharing her story made me want to cry. Tears soon began to form in Angelia’s eyes, as she told the story of how God led her to reach out to a neighbor she met on the street.

“On my way to get vegetables for my children to eat, I saw a woman on the road. She was in desperation as she explained that her child was very sick. She had no money and needed to get to the hospital. I only had 20 pesos ($0.50) in my pocket, which is what I was using to buy dinner. So, I went to the woman’s house and prayed for the child and told her, “You must believe that God will heal your baby.” I felt the Lord told me to give this mother the 20 pesos in my pocket. With that money, the mother left to take her child to the hospital.”

What an incredible sacrifice Angelia made giving everything she had to this mother, knowing her children would not eat that evening.

Angelia continued, “A week later this same woman asked to meet with me. She was so overwhelmed with appreciation for my prayers. She said, ‘God has healed my baby! Of all the babies who were brought into the hospital this week for dengue fever, my baby is the only one who survived. I know it was God who healed him!'”

When Angelia heard this, she began to share the gospel of Jesus with this mother and led her to receive Him as her Savior. Excited to see the power of God working in their lives, they both began going around praying for the sick in their village and leading them to Christ after seeing neighbor after neighbor receive healing in their bodies.

Angelica shared with me, “I feel so much joy inside knowing that another person is walking in freedom and able to experience the truth of God.”

Tears still streaming down my cheeks, my joy was in hearing of God’s healing power and saving grace. Even more I felt joy in hearing how Angelica believed in God and began to walk in that same authority and boldness. If you are a child of God, He has given us all the same authority to lay hands on the sick and see them recover.

Freely we have received love, life, hope and healing through Christ; freely we share this same truth with others.

Thank you, Jesus!


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Seeing is Believing

Guatemala

Her head was hanging so low and covered by her black silky hair, that I wasn’t sure how Valeria could see her next step as she slowly shuffled towards me and a friend. We could tell that she came wearing her best clothing and possibly the only nice clothing she owned.  Through her shame Valeria explained how she could not read the assignments that her teachers were giving her at school. 

Tears began to form in this young Mayan girl’s eyes as she continued, “The doctor said my eyesight is bad and reading glasses won’t even help me.”

I could barely see her eyes as her long, beautiful hair covered her face.  “Can you look at me, Valeria?” I asked. 

She raised her head with a smile as I explained how beautiful she was.  We gave her a piece of paper to read, but she could not see the words.  So, we prayed that the same God who healed the blind man would heal this teenager’s eyesight.

After prayer, we gave the paper back to her to read again.  Soon rivers of tears flooded her face as she raised her head up high in awe.  Valeria could now read the letters on the page before her.  Not only did she receive her eyesight, she also received her confidence back.

God is still the same yesterday, today and forever.  He is the God who heals.  

Thank you, Jesus!


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ENDcyst

Rwanda

Barely 15 years old, her lack of strength was evident as she struggled to set up in the bed and adjust her hospital garment.  Fear rang loud in Eshe’s voice as she shared about her scheduled surgery the next day to remove a cyst from her ovary.

With her mother at her bedside, I asked if it would be okay for us to pray for her. She agreed.

“On a scale of one to ten. (one – little pain and ten – severe pain), Where is your pain level?,” I asked.   Eshe squinted as she responded, “It’s a nine.”

Myself and a few friends laid hands on Eshe and prayed that the cyst would disappear and that all pain would go in Jesus Name.  After we prayed, she expressed that she could feel the presence of God all over her body in a tangible way.

When I asked her again to rate the pain, she said with amazement in her eyes, “It’s ZERO!”

Praise God!!! I watched as both she and her mother cried tears of joy together.

Three days later I received a call from Eshe’s mother. She had insisted that the doctor perform additional tests before the surgery the following day because she believed God had healed her daughter. Sure enough, Eshe was released from the hospital with no cyst and no surgery.

Thank you, Jesus!!


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Guatemala

His weathered hat matched his sun scorched skin, as he approached me for prayer. “I have back pain, severe knee pain, and thyroid problems,” he explained. He was a man of few words, but I could tell by the look on his face that he came expecting God to heal him.

So, I asked, “On a scale of 1 to 10 (1 = little pain, 10 = extreme pain), where does your pain rate?”  “Nine,” he said.

My friend, our interpreter, and I prayed together that God would permeate his body with His healing power. After a minute or so, he shared that the pain level had decreased, but it still remained.

I realized that one of his legs looked shorter than the other.  When I inquired, he said, “I’ve had 12 surgeries on my left leg.  In the process they have removed some of my bones, which makes one leg shorter than the other.”

With his permission, I asked that he sit down in a chair and measured his legs to find indeed his left leg was shorter than his right leg.  Together we prayed again that all pain would leave his back & knee and that the shorter leg would grow out.  Soon his reserved manner turned to clapping and screaming in excitement as he felt his leg growing out to its normal length. 

As my interpreter and new friend rubbed their eyes to ensure they were seeing this happen before their eyes. The left leg grew out to match the length of his right leg.  Once I measured them again to ensure the legs were the same length, I returned his legs to the floor. Immediately he got up and walked around with no more pain in any of his body.

What the doctor’s tried to fix 12 times, God healed in less than 12 minutes.

Thank you, Jesus!


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No pain, no cane

Uganda

Her face showed the intensity of her pain as she walked slowly towards me with the assistance of a stick that looked to be a cane.  She explained how God had healed her eyes only the year before and she believed that God could heal her back and legs.  So, with her faith and mine we believed and prayed together.  

The first time we prayed, she threw the cane in the floor about two feet away.

We prayed the second time and she started to walk away from me with a limp, but no cane for support.  She said the pain was decreasing, but God wasn’t done.

We prayed a third time and we watched in amazement as her leg grew out.  Now she was walking without a limp and the pain had decreased a little more.

We prayed a fourth time and she started stomping her leg so hard on the ground that I thought she would surely throw out her leg again and we would have to pray again. 

She walked away with no pain and no cane.  

(She left her cane with me.) 

Thank you, Jesus!


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Pray Always, then Repeat

Honduras

Before me stood a petite Honduran man. As he limped towards me, I could barely hear what he was saying because my focus was on his legs. One leg was extremely larger than the other. I soon found out that he had injured his knee the day before while hiking up a mountain.

A friend and I offered to pray for God to heal him, but nothing happened.

So we prayed again. The pain lessened, but he still limped.

So we prayed again. The pain lessened, but he was still limping.

So we prayed again. This went on until we had prayed almost 10 times.

Jesus prayed for the blind man several times before he was healed so we were following His example which proved to be working. By this time, he had very little pain and was walking comfortably around the room. I asked him, “Do you want to keep praying?” He said, “Yes. There’s still a little pain and I can’t bend my knee all the way back.” So, we kept praying until almost all pain was gone and he could bend his knee.

The next day I saw him with a bandage wrapped around his knee.

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If For Nothing, but Love

Philippines

Walking through the dirty, long halls, my face had to remain calm as I held back the expression of shock for what my eyes beheld. “Certainly this is not a hospital!,” I thought to myself. The floors and hallways bore the soiled smell and filthy dirt of neglect for what looked like years past. We soon breached the doorway of a much larger scale of astonishment. A large warehouse room filled with over 500 twin size metal beds. All of which was chipping from the paint that was once used to cover its mature age. Old brown plastic coverings with a thin mattress laid beneath the women and newborn babies. No sheet, no pillow, no bassinet for the baby. There had to be one other family member there with you to ensure that the woman next to you didn’t roll over onto your new bundle of joy.

I was so thankful it was raining and the weather was cooler than usual. There was no source of air conditioning in this building except the small fan located at the center of a few large windows around the room.

I soon realized that the bed frame and mattress were the only thing provided at this hospital. Family members had to leave the hospital to bring pillows, sheets, and food. If the patient was in need of medication, or even blood, the family member had to leave and purchase these items from another place and bring them to the hospital, including the needles and instruments needed to perform the care.

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Right To Be Wrong

United States

I am getting older, but I’m way too young to be having a forgetful moment like this one. I was sitting at a stop sign trying to remember where I was located?  What’s my name? Where am I going? Which way was I suppose to turn?   

We’ve all been there, haven’t we?  Our lives get overwhelmed, stressed, busy, and in a moment we zone out.  

I had only driven this route a hand full of times and was confident as I traveled back into the city that I could remember the directions without the help of my GPS.  Not recognizing anything around me, I asked Siri to give me directions back to the office.  Sure enough, 20 minutes later, after enjoying the new sites I didn’t recall from my drive in, I realized I took the wrong turn, but still ended up at the right location.

This is not too dissimilar to my life. I’ve decided to follow the way I think I should go, only to end up taking the long route to the same destination God had planned for me.  If only I had consulted with Him before leaving instead of trying to find my own way, it may not have taken me as long to get there.   He certainly knows the way better than Siri.

Does this make the different route wrong?  

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The Day I Walked Away from Religion

United States

As a child, I was taught that when I give my heart to Jesus, He will come and live inside of me.  First of all, that’s kinda weird.  I don’t want someone living inside me.  My mom said that my brother was living inside of her, so does that mean Jesus is going to be a baby inside me?   Does that also mean He will come out in 9 months? Wait….that’s what happened to Mary in the story they tell me at Christmas time.

To clarify, He is not going to live in my belly. He’s going to live in my heart. I was also taught that in order for Him to stay in my heart, there was a list of rules I had to follow.  If you chose not to follow the rules, then “you were not a Christian anymore.”  

  • I couldn’t go to the movies, 
  • I couldn’t drink wine (Jesus turned water into wine, why can’t I drink it?), 
  • I could only listen to Christian music, 
  • I had to be at church every time the doors were open, which meant I had to go to church even when I was sick and vacations with my family were out of the question,
  • I had to read three chapters of the Bible every day,
  • I had to pray every day for one hour, 
  • I had to go to the altar every church service to ask for forgiveness for my sins,
  • I could only wear certain types of clothes,
  • Every person I met, I had to tell them about Jesus,
  • and the list goes on and on.  

I’m sure you could add several more rules yourself.  

If I didn’t follow every rule, all the time, then I couldn’t be a Christian or go to heaven.  I think we can agree that reading your bible, attending church, and other actions listed above are all good things to do. However, it was the unrealistic expectations of how these actions were lived out that made them rules to follow, instead of opportunities to live out a life of worship.

All these rules had me so bound up that after 20 years (I can’t believe I lasted that long), I was ready to walk away from God not towards Him.  I was told that if I stopped attending church, I would be walking away from God and I didn’t want to do that. I had seen so many people walk away for the same reason.  Just like those people, I love God and wanted to know Him more, but didn’t want to live under the constant pressure and unrealistic expectations anymore.

Then one day, God showed me the difference between religion and relationship.

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