While walking into church this evening, I ran into a family from another church who were visiting. The last time I had seen them was at a sudo Passover meal, back at Easter time. She commented “your free! No sling!”, as when we had previously meet up, I was still sling bound. “Not quite free yet” I replied “it still not quite right”.
By this time I had caught up with them, instead of yelling across the car park. Upon hearing the news, without hesitation he put his hand on my shoulder and started praying for healing. My initial reaction was that he was just being funny, but then I remembered this couple had invested a great deal into learning and understanding supernatural things, like praying for healing.
Jesus had a story around if you have faith as big as a mustard seed, you can move mountains. I’ve heard a bunch of sermons on this (sadly, no pastor has ever managed to perform a magic trick on stage where he/she moves a mountain…)
Did I even have a mustard seed sized amount of faith that this guys impromptu car park prayer would actually work? I don’t think I did. I had been living with this temporary new “normal”, that the idea of something praying a prayer and fixing it….hadn’t even crossed my mind.
I bet you want to know if it worked or not. At this stage I’m not sure. I’ll find out on Friday at the Physio, whether or not I’m back to 100%.