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RAIN GOD

Austria

With only a week to complete the construction on the Austrian school, the weather had to cooperate because classes were beginning in a matter of weeks. Yet our 30 team members were met with six full days of cloudy, wet skies which made our puddy moist, our spackle spoty, and the roof impossible to work on. What should have taken one day, took two.

We were so excited to see the clouds rolled back and the sun shining as we awoke on our final day in Graz, Austria. The team had planned to spend the day shopping before boarding our plane home in the afternoon, but instead we took the opportunity for clear skies to work on the roof.

Six of our teammates climbed onto the roof to begin work, while the rest of us wrapped up the final touches inside. It wasn’t even an hour into our workday before rain drops began pounding on the roof. Really? We were so close to finishing the work that we set out to do here.

Then we began to hear sounds from the roof, which were far louder and more powerful than the thunder had been that week. They were screams of laughter and joy.

What could these guys be so happy about? We’ve waited all week to work on this roof and the small chance we had to complete it has just diminished with the clouds opening up and dumping water on our hopes. One of our teammates, Lukas, came rushing into the school to announce a miracle.

We all wondered why Lukas was the only teammate running in the building? Were the rest of them still working on the roof in the rain? That can’t be safe.

We all listened intently as Lukas conveyed the miracle. He said, “As we were working on the roof the clouds moved quickly above us and rain began to fall. Marco stood up frustrated at the rain messing up our day and reached out his hand to the sky. With all the faith he had, Marco pointed to the sky and said, ‘In Jesus Name, I command this rain to stop.’ Immediately the rain stopped.”

We all stood in amazement, because the story that Lukas was telling us did not match what our eyes were seeing out the window. Surely he is confused because we see rain outside.

Then Lukas led us outside into the rain to see the miracle for ourselves. Indeed, God had honored Marco’s faith and stopped the rain over the roof. It was dry as the men continued to work to complete the roof they started, while the rain continued around the school soaking us all to the bone.

There is power in the name of Jesus.


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DEAF GIRL HEALED

Philippines

There she was again standing at the door of the school room, like she was waiting for something. Every week I would attempt to speak to this nine year old Filipina girl and every week she would just stare at me. I could tell she wanted something, but she would never respond. She would just stand patiently staring at me. I finally started using my hands to communicate after discovering that she had not been able to speak or hear since birth. Every week my heart would cry out in compassion and I would say to myself, “Khristina, pray for that girl! God can heal her!” But every week, my complacency and fear of the unknown won and I walked away watching Rosa still unable to hear or speak.

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Sticks and Stones

Africa

The hot sun bore down on my skin through the window opening that provided very little airflow. The hour felt late, but it was only 1:00 pm in the afternoon. This was a special day because the church service would be the first official service of a new church plant. The worship was amazing, but half-way through I started experiencing extreme pain and discomfort in the middle of my back. Twice this week, I remember experiencing fever or inflammation like pain on both sides of my spinal column running down my back. I don’t remember picking up anything heavy or injuring my back. Why would the pain come and leave, then come back again?

Just like I would pray for anyone else, I reached around and placed my hands on my back. I spoke to the pain and commanded it to go, in Jesus Name!

Nothing happened.

That can’t be right either. Hummmm…… I thought for a moment and prayed again. Still, nothing happened.

“God, what is going on? Why is the pain still there?” I asked.

God’s response to my question was monumental in my life. It not only brought healing physically, but it brought healing emotionally and spiritually. He said, “Khristina, there is someone who is “backbiting” (or talking bad about you) and you need to break those words being spoken over you.” So, I did what He told me. I said, “In Jesus Name, I break every word that is being spoken against me that does not line up with the word and will of God.”

The pain immediately left.

Let’s take a minute and soak this in.

Yep, God said that someone was speaking bad about me and it was making my back hurt. Weird, I know. Let me explain.

We find in Proverbs 18:21 that “words” have more power than we could ever imagine. It says, “The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”

The old “nana nana boo boo” saying we used as kids, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!” is not exactly true. As a matter of fact, we find out as an adult that it’s “words” that bring more pain than a physical wound. It’s the “words,” that someone you loved said to you 20 years ago, that still bring tears to your eyes today. It’s words that pastors or “Christians” have spoken years ago that we choose to be mad at God about today.

There are so many wonderful truths to teach concerning the power of words in our life, but we are going to focus on how they affect on our bodies. If “the tongue has the power of life and death,” then how much more does it have the power to affect our bodies?

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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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Overhaul

Guatemala

Most of the time when praying for people, we may pray two or three times before seeing complete healing. They may feel better after the first prayer and the healing will continue the more we pray, but this was not the case for Gabor, a mature Mayan gentlemen. He received an overhaul by Jesus. 

Years of hard labor was heavily marked on Gabor’s face as he approached a team member and myself. The interpreter soon realized that one of his ailments was deafness in one ear, as he screamed loudly for the sweet gentlemen to hear him. 

Despite the loud noise of our interpreter, this gentle man standing before us spoke in a soft tone. Good thing he did, because he continued to explain a series of painful places in his body. One of which was his prostate area. The other was in his esophagus. Both of which prevented him from sleeping at night. 

If that wasn’t enough, Gabor continued, “As long as we are here tonight, let’s take care of all the sickness. It’s hard for me to see too.” Gabor was living up to the meaning of his name, “God’s bravest man.” His faith stood tall and God was listening.

“God forgives all our sins and heals all of our diseases.”  Psalms 103:3   

One by one, we tested each ailment.  Gabor was experiencing issues with his vision.  We gave him a piece of paper with writing on it at a normal font and he could not read it. When we asked him loudly to read a large sign with large font, he could read it with no issues. He also shared that he was in a lot of pain in the two previous areas mentioned. 

So, we began to pray one by one for each ailment.

After we prayed, we tested each area of his body for healing. First we tested his ears. The interpreter stood behind Gabor and said, “Can you hear me?”  Yes, came the answer.  Then the interpreter moved back a few steps and asked a different question.  Soon smiles began to form on our faces, Gabor answered immediately.  Still again, the interpreter moved several feet back and the echoing words confirmed that God had healed Gabor’s hearing.

Then we asked about the pain in his esophagus and prostate area – all pain was gone!

Go ahead…. Take a minute to wipe the tears and jump around the room.  That’s what we were doing!  But, it’s not over.

Remember, his eyes….Gabor couldn’t read a normal font size.  We gave him the same piece of paper and asked him to read it.  He could see the normal font size now.

This man walked away with new eyesight, new hearing, no pain in his prostate or esophagus!  God heals ALL of our diseases! 


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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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12

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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Space Between

Philippines

The breeze was gentle as the sun began to set in the distance. I could already hear the musicians beginning their warm up set near the bottom of the mountain, as others prepared for the kickoff event of our annual youth camp.  One hundred and twenty-seven students from 50 villages would soon converge on a grassy mountainside to hear the gospel for the first time. I wondered if they would even be able to stay awake since most of them traveled hours that day to attend the camp.

On my way down the mountainside, I was met by our first aid worker with three sick youth.  One student was dehydrated, the other had a severe stomach ache and the other a toothache.  One by one we prayed for them and one by one God instantly healed them. 

As I finally made my way towards the muscians, three more leaders were approaching me with more sick students.  Just like the three before them, God instantly healed them one by one. Of those six students, there was one that I will never forget, Jasmine.

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Arguing with God

United States

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, as my friends and I were greeted at the door by the sweet sounds of southern hospitality.  The decor of the church reminded me of growing up in the ’80s where we slept soundly under the pews while the loud hell, fire, and brimstone preacher delivered his message.  Potluck smells filled our noses as we dreamed of the savory country fried chicken and gravy cooking in the cast-iron skillet for the church potluck following the service. 

Even as a visitor this particular day, I felt like I was at home.  The music refreshed my soul as we sung old hymns like, “Victory in Jesus, my Savior forever.” and “Oh, how He touched me and made me whole.”  If you needed prayer, then the altars were always open.  No invitation was needed and this morning was no different.  

Church members were met by the pastor and church leaders as they began to walk down the aisle.  I watched from the third row as more people filled the altars after the pastor’s invitation, “If you need anything from God today, come forward for prayer.”  

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a man moving slowly towards the front, for obvious reasons.  He was bent over at the waist at about a 45-degree angle and his face painted with pain and weakness.  Trying not to stare, I focused my gaze back on the members at the front of the church already receiving prayer.  Immediately I heard God say, “Khristina, I want you to pray for that man.”  

The conversation quickly ended with my response, “Lord, it’s okay, he will be prayed for by the pastor and church leaders. These people don’t know me.  If I walk up there and pray for that man in this old school, country church, that pastor may reign fire and brimstone down on me.”  

After a few minutes of chatting with my friend, I saw the man return to his seat in the same condition that he was in when he had slowly walked to the altar.   

I heard God say again, “Khristina, I want you to pray for that man.” 

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