How could this happen?
In 1999 a friend, whom I’ll call Charles, and I were flying relief supplies after a strong hurricane hit the Island of Eleuthera. We made about three trips together. In each trip, we talked about the things of God. The topic was mainly about the miracles Holy Spirit was performing on other islands and settlements.
On one trip, Charles said, “Please pray for my dad, Bill; he’s in the hospital with internal bleeding.” His dad had been in ICU for about a month and he had received several gallons of blood transfusion. We prayed then, and I continued to pray for his dad.
The last trip together was a long day. Arising at 4 AM, going to the airport and packing the airplane. We returned to the airport that day around 4 PM. When I got home, I received a notice on my beeper to call Charles. Upon calling him, Charles said, can you come to the hospital and pray for Dad, they don’t expect him to live beyond 24 hours. A helicopter is coming to take him to Orlando Regional Medical Center.
I arrived at the ICU waiting room and the moment I did, a spirit of intimidation hit me. I was extremely exhausted, and I had no tangible faith to speak of. Charles’ family and I went into the ICU and I saw a man in the last stages of death. He was ashen and his lips were turning blue.
A man of no faith.
I had no faith. I began telling Charles’ dad of the miracles Holy Spirit was performing in the settlement of Cherokee Sound. I then shared about the miracles Jesus did. Then the senior man said in a real weak voice. “Ken stop preaching and pray for me.”
Upon hearing this I took him by and hand and began to pray a prayer of faith but I had no tangible faith. At other times when praying for people, I experienced tangible faith and God moved. Not this time, I had nothing. The prayer was simple. I decreed our Lord’s healing over him and rebuked the spirit of death. I couldn’t get out of there quick enough. After the Amen, I left.
As I was driving home the helicopter was landing to take him to ORMC. While driving the enemy and exhaustion began to torment me with thoughts of this man is going to die. However, I never said it. When I arrived home Cheryl asked, How’d it go.? I simply said, I prayed for him.
The next day around 1 PM, I get a call from Bill’s home. I think it’s probably Charles to tell me his dad passed. No it wasn’t, It was Bill. He said, Ken, I need to talk to you. My mind was not computing and I said what room are you in? Bill said, I’m at home.
I made it to his house and was greeted at the front door by his wife and daughter. They had collectively mad a puddle of tears at the front door. As I walked in, I looked down the hallway and there was Bill, weeping so hard he was convulsing. After about 5 minutes of weeping, he composed himself and began to tell me what happened to him. He said, yesterday when we prayed, electricity came into the top of my head, went through my body to my feet, and went back up my body out of my head. I knew right away that I was going to be okay. I didn’t know how to tell you at the time. They didn’t teach us this in our church. I said, Bill, they didn’t teach us this in any church.
Bill then said something that got my attention. He said, “Thank you for healing me.” I said I didn’t heal you, Jesus did. He and I talked about all our Lord was doing in him, when he said again, “Thank you for healing me.” I again said, “I didn’t heal you, Jesus did.”
After about an hour visit, I was getting ready to leave and Bill stood up and said, Ken, thank you for healing me. I said, Bill, I didn’t. Bill interrupted and said, “I know you didn’t heal me. I know it was Jesus, But you were there!” WOW! Revelation hit me, it was all about being there. Being where Yahweh wants, being faithful when you have no tangible faith and doing what you know to do.
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