New Testament Church Proliferation Digest


Spreading the Gospel via House Churches


Oct 11, 2001 Vol 01 : 074


NT Church Proliferation Digest Thursday, October 11 2001 Vol 01 : 074


[ntcp] Re: Healing
[ntcp] Re: Healing (fwd from Charles B)


Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2001 09:15:20 +0200
From: "Deborah"
Subject: [ntcp] Re: Healing

Dave Anderson asked:
> Who among us has witnessed such an event? Again, I do

> believe that they occur so let's don't debate that.

I've never witnessed a resurrection. However, the first healing I
ever personally witnessed occurred to my "trailer mate" when we were
both on Summer break from Bible college back in 1983. I was 22. I
worked in a restaurant for a Pentecostal woman who had invited me to a
revival meeting at a nearby PH school. Out of curiosity, and because I
loved her as a boss and a Christian-- but mostly out of curiosity-- I
accepted. I had gone back to the trailer, gotten showered and all, when
my trailer mate returned from his job as a machinist. He spent eight or
so hours, five days a week, hunched over some type of a press. He was
heavy set, had had surgery on his lower back, and experienced
reoccurring back problems. This day was particularly bad, he said. It
was the first time he had ever complained about it to me. I said, "Hey
Dan, I'm going to one of those Pentecostal healing meetings. Why don't
you come along and get prayed for? It can't hurt". But he replied that
he just wanted to shower then lie down for a while. After about 15
minutes I heard a car horn honk. It was my boss, come to pick me up.
Just as I got up from the living room chair, Dan came running out of his
room with wet hair and fresh clothes. He had changed his mind and
decided to come.

The meeting was everything I feared it would be. And worse. Loud
flashy music, rhinestone costumed minister, the works. His message
wasn't bad; I filtered it through my overly critical
sophmore-in-Bible-college mind. He spoke on Luk. 7:23: "And blessed is
he who is not offended because of Me"-- I still remember to this day.
But the setting and atmosphere of the meeting seemed incongruent with
the message of Christ. Anyway, when the time came for the "healing
line" I noticed that the "evangelist" did not ask people coming forward
what their ailments were. He just sort of let his hands hover over each
person's head then, if necessary, to the place he "diagnosed" was the
problem. Then he administered "the cure". Knowing what I did of Dan's
problem-- he had only told me about it that afternoon-- I felt I now had
some objective criteria by which to judge what was about to happen. Dan
was near the end of the line so I had to wait a long time, but finally
his turn arrived. I leaned forward to catch every detail.

The "evangelist," as was his custom," started with Dan's head
then-- never making contact; just feeling the "energy"-- moved his hands
quickly down the back of my big friend's neck, further down, until his
hands rested in the small of Dan's back. He pushed in quickly-- kind of
like a chiropractor-- and Dan went down. My trailer mate was out for
about two or three minutes. And I was flabbergasted by what I had just
witnessed! How did that man know where the problem resided? When Dan
got up, I quickly raced to him to "interview" him. "No pain" was what
he said. None.

I saw what I saw, but within weeks the pain returned. A "healing"
that didn't "stick"? I don't know how to explain the epilogue, but I
know what I witnessed had not been staged. The man knew precisely where
to administer "treatment". And the treatment relieved the pain
instantly.

One more quick "healing" story, and I'll shut up. I was leading a
team of short-termers into Barnaul, Siberia to put on a children's Bible
Camp for those Russian kids who had only two years previous received
communist indoctrination in the same camping facilities. We were in the
Moscow domestic airport, which looked something like a rundown Greyhound
bus station in the rural U.S. Only worse. The man at the baggage
check-in counter had just lied and told us our boxes of games, bows and
arrows, arts and crafts equipment, etc. were over the allowable weight.
We would have to pay more than $1000 U.S. extra for him to let us go
through. In other words, a bribe. I refused. The man, reeking of
alcohol, began to curse me in Russian, then he called his boss. She
reiterated his lies, then demanded we pay the $1000 +. I again refused.
They went to get the "big boss" who was over the whole airport.

I was waiting with our group, dumbstruck and angry, when a
gentleman from the U.K. walked up and asked if we too were followers of
Jesus. I said we were. He told me he had a "word" for me. And that he
would like to pray for us. He might have witnessed the earlier events
with the baggage workers. I do not know. The man simply informed me he
was a Christian with YWAM who wanted to pray for us.

To be honest, I was not in the mood to deal with any
hyper-charismata. And this guy had that air about him: glistening eyes,
"wispy" way of talking about spiritual things, pronouncing our Lord's
name with a little too much emphasis. Etc. When he asked me if he
could pray for us, starting with me, I was tempted to refuse. Just
because. But I knew I would look "unspiritual" in his eyes and in the
eyes of my team members-- I'm being honest-- so I reluctantly said,
"Yes". He did the traditional, laid his hand on my shoulder, squinted
his eyes, smacked his lips, hummed a couple of barely audible groans,
then started whispering "Jeeesus, Jeeesus, ...". Then he began to
"prophesy". The British YWAMer said, "The Lord wants to do something
special for you ...". Inwardly I rolled my eyes and thought, "The most
'special' thing God could do right NOW, would be to send this lunatic on
his way". As I thought the words "right NOW" the man praying for me
also said, "... right NOW". That got my attention!

I then thought, "Okay, this vague 'blessing' is supposed to
manifest 'right now'. What might that be?". I didn't have long to
wait. From his hand, there radiated a cool "mentholyptus-type" feeling
which went across my shoulder to my neck, connected with my spine, then
descended downward to the small of my back. (Yes, it's another back
story! Sorry.) Anyway, the cool feeling began to unknot the muscles of
my lower back which, due to carrying my ten-month-old daughter on one
side and a large duffle bag full of personal luggage mixed with camping
equipment on the other side-- not to mention the tension I was feeling
due to this conflict with dishonest airport employees. Now this British
fellow-- and the LORD!-- had my attention. The man simply said, "The
next thing that happens to you, don't be afraid". Then he moved on to
pray for the other members of my team.

What did occur right then, and to wrap up this story, is that the
president of the airport came down to inform me that if I didn't pay the
$1000+, then I would be detained while the rest of my team would go to
Siberia. Where we were planning on going anyway. I heeded what I
believe to have been God's personal word to me, confirmed by a sign, and
they ushered my wife, child, and the other eight members of our mission
team off into the terminal for Siberian flights. And detained me. The
treasurer of our team, a half hour later, acquiessed and payed the
"ransom". The airport officials counted out the money meticulously,
then handed us back the bills which they felt were not up-to-snuff--
about $300-- and never demanded the remainder. That's how the story
ends; sorry it didn't have a perfect ending. And sorry you, like we,
are left with a big question mark as to why. But the point of this
story was to account firsthand a miraculous event-- not specifically a
healing, but kind of-- in answer to Dave's request about anyone
personally witnessing the supernatural. Weird huh?

Michael

Jerusalem

P.S. Now that I've rambled, let me ask: what's this got to do with
planting churches?


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Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2001 11:29:56 -0400
From: forwarded
Subject: [ntcp] Re: Healing (fwd from Charles B)

From: "Charles Bevel"

- ----- Original Message -----
From: Deborah
To: New Testament Church Proliferation@homechurch.org
Sent: Wednesday, October 10, 2001 3:15 AM
Subject: [ntcp] Re: Healing

>Anyway, the cool feeling began to unknot the muscles of my lower back
which, due to carrying my ten-month->old daughter on one side and a large
duffle bag full of personal luggage mixed with camping equipment on >the
other side-- not to mention the tension I was feeling due to this conflict
with dishonest airport employees. >Now this British fellow-- and the
LORD!-- had my attention. The man simply said, "The next thing that
happens
>to you, don't be afraid". Then he moved on to pray for the other members
of my team...I heeded what I believe >to have been God's personal word to
me, confirmed by a sign,

>--MICHAEL
>Jerusalem

>P.S. Now that I've rambled, let me ask: what's this got to do with
planting churches?
YBIC
Charles

If you heeded this word from God to you because it was confirmed
by a sign (a wonder) then won't that give your words authority as you go
about the business of establishing and developing Christian community?
Paul said to the Thessalonians "For our gospel came not unto you in word
only, but also in power, and in the Holy Ghost..."

My own "miracle" story...

I was living in an apartment in Raleigh, NC working for the state govt
downtown. In my bedroom I happened to have a walk-in closet and inside of
it I kept a chest of drawers. On top of the chest of drawers I kept
nothing...absolutely nothing.. I didn't have a car so I caught the bus to
work every morning. One morning I woke up late, and judging by my alarm
clock, I would have to leave immediately and run full speed to the bus
stop in order to catch the bus and to be on time. I jumped out of bed and
quickly threw my pants on. I reached in my pocket to find only 50 cents.
The bus fare was 75 cents. I felt defeated because I was already in
trouble for being late for work too many times. Since it was very early
in the morning and my rational mind wasn't yet functioning and for some
reason (this was unlike me) I closed my eyes and uttered a very simple
and deliberate prayer: "God, please help me." When I opened my eyes God
"told" me to look in my closet behind the chest of drawers. This didn't
make sense to me because, as I said before, I didn't at any time keep
anything on top of the chest of drawers. At any rate I really didn't have
time to debate so I ran to the closet and moved the chest of drawers out
of the way. To my surprise there was ONE 25 cent piece behind the chest
of drawers and nothing else. When I say nothing else I mean NOTHING else.
No dirt, no clothes pins, no ink pens, no french fries, NOTHING but one
quarter.

Now as small as this little miracle was it has become a foundation of my
faith. I prayed to God and he answered my prayer. In some of my most
difficult trials I remember this little miracle and it proves to me that
God really exists and cares about the little things in my life. He is
(for lack of a better description) a person in time and space (so to
speak) who is there interacting with me at various junctures in my
journey. He might not always be vocal when I want Him to be but He's
always there and I know that He will intercede when I really need Him to.

Thank you Jesus.


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