If you’ve followed these blogs over the last few weeks, you might recall that last week, we were aked to go and pray for a Pastor, Dario, and his son, Ivan, in King David Hospital. Dario had been rushed in vomiting black blood, a suspected cancerous ulcer in his stomach: Ivan was in with Dengue fever and breathing difficulties.
As sometimes happens, I don’t get to hear of the outcome for a long time, if ever: but Pastor William Castaño, who has become an increasingly regular name in my Colombia diaries, who had asked us to go to the hospital to pray for them, told me that both had gone home the next day, healed…. Wonderful God!
William also told me that his 86 year old dad, Joel, and his mum, Irene, are both doing great, as is Lucy, William’s colleague, whose spine moved around as she was prayed for. It’s lovely to hear reports back, even as early as a few days: but a couple of weeks or more means that the healing is ‘secure’ and the ‘beneficiary’ has chosen to walk in and live in their healing. Some people don’t… 🙁
Last night, after Daniella and her mum were healed, and when I was hugging them both, I said out loud… ‘I love my job! Why would I want to do anything else?’ O.k., there’s no ‘salary’, no pension, no (human) security, a mass of people’s hope and expectation on my head, or even a lack of expecation, better still when it’s not-yet-Christians who are about to be prayed for: but would I swap last night, with 13 year old Daniella getting the arches in her feet in – at most – 15 seconds, and dear 86 year old Joel jumping and
squatting in the living room, or Diana, yesterday, having her 3 failed spinal surgeries healed and her pain gone in minutes, Flor, 86, healed of arthrosis… the
reaction of Arsenio when God gave him back more than double what had been stolen from him. And little Hernan Gonzalez, healed of pre-birth brain damage, and his legs the same length after a 3 inch difference…..
It’s an unbelievable privilege, so, so humbling, and exciting all at the same time.
This morning, Simon & Nick went off home: it’s dead quiet here in the apartment now, and a strange feeling as I was thinking I should be boarding a plane for Madrid in in just over an hour – not 25 hours! It gives me a day longer to see my dear friend Wilmar, tomorrow, all being well, and see if I can pack all the coffee that I’m bringing home!