Tuesday, November 25, 2014


I mentioned yesterday about the teaching from this past Sunday on healing. Paul did a great job of explaining a solid, biblical understanding of healing and its place in the church/world today.

So at the end of the service, as we have done many times, he asked anyone who felt they needed healing in an area of their life to stand up. Then he asked for others who weren't standing to gather around those who were, and pray for their healing. It's not something done by one or two "up-front" people, we all share in this.

However, before we did this, he had a woman come and share some stories of what happened in the first service. She then added that several people were praying between services, and they felt God laying some words out for them. For instance, they sensed someone needed healing for a pain in their nose, another with a back problem, and several other things. Then she said, "And we feel like someone really needs healing for betrayal; someone who feels really betrayed by their friends (or people they thought were their friends)." That got my attention in itself, but when she said it she actually turned around, and in this room full of hundreds of people, she looked RIGHT AT us! It was weird because we have no idea who this woman even is, and she has no idea who we are. It was unmistakably eerie.

I wish I could say we stood and asked for healing for our wounded hearts and feelings of being betrayed... but we didn't. We just sat there. So I guess this is my confession. I betrayed myself.


MR said...

you were like: "don't look at me, my nose hurts."

JAH said...

I have to say I have been pretty convicted of that since Sunday as well.

Pastor D said...

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, and hoped, and known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and Christ are still my own!