The Gift of Healing

The air-conditioned auditorium was cold. Well, maybe not freezing cold, but I was trembling and shivering. It certainly felt colder than it really was. Little did I know that something amazing was about to happen to me and through me.

In the week before another year of university (referred to as “school” from here on. “Back to school” sounds much better than “back to university”) began, I went for Bethel School of Healing together with friends from school and church. Bethel Church is located in Redding, California (which happens to be where my exchange school next year will be yay!), and they were in Singapore for this inaugural training and teaching sessions on healing. Spiritual healing, of course.

I really enjoyed and learned a lot from the three-day seminar. While the day sessions were strictly by registrations, the evening sessions were free to public. In the second night, Chris Gore, one of the speakers, asked all the students to approach and pray for the people in the auditorium who were in need of healing. Over the past two days, I have seen many, many healing miracles with my own eyes, from eye floaters (those seeing black spots in their visions) being instantly healed to metal parts in the bodies being dissolved. But to be very honest, never in my wildest imagination that I dreamed of healing people with my own hands (or to be more precise, letting God heal people through my hands).

Those who know me well would be able to tell that I am more of an introvert. I hate having to approach people, let alone asking if I can pray for them. But since I had nothing to lose, and have learned a thing or two about healing (such as that it’s God who heals, not me, and that even Jesus didn’t pray sophisticated prayers when He healed people), I might as well give it a try. And so I did.

When Chris called for those who needed healing miracles, a big-sized, elderly uncle who sat just next to me raised his hands. Trembling (I like to tell people that I was freezing cold although that wasn't why I was trembling), I walked over and asked if I could pray for him. He did a double take, perhaps expecting older people, but agreed nonetheless. This was where things got interesting, definitely something I’ll never forget.

First, I asked what his problem was. It turned out that the uncle had a knee cartilage problem, which caused him to be unable to bend his knees. He was about 60 years old. And so I started praying for him. At first, I wanted to just lay my hands on him and pray. But seconds before Chris gave us a “go-ahead-and-pray”, I felt very strongly in my heart that I should tap on his knee instead. So I did. For about 20-30 seconds, I tapped on his knee while saying a simple prayer asking God to heal him. Things started to get weird. I could tell for sure that the moment I started praying for him, I felt heat on the palm of my hand. This was very funny because I was feeling cold all over but my hand felt very, very hot. I could also feel the uncle’s body trembling as we prayed.

When I finished, I asked the uncle whether he felt any better. To tell you the truth, I was very, very nervous. What if he said there was no improvement, that he still felt the pain? But doesn't matter, I thought. I did my part, and I wasn't going to steal the spotlight from God who was the one who healed. “Uncle, how do you feel?” I asked. His face said it all. He had this “what-the-heck-just-happened” face and, true enough, he said that he thought he had been healed. You won’t believe what happened next, but when Chris asked those who had been prayed for to try and see if the pain was still there, the uncle started lifting up his leg, then twisting it, then squatting up and down, and then running round the auditorium. That wasn't something that someone with knee cartilage problem could do! (he could barely walk before, just limping around) He looked like a child who just received a gift from his Father. And truly he did.

For my part, the joy that I felt was indescribable. I was literally tearing all over, giving thanks for what He has just done through me. I learned not to take credit for what He did, too. So yeah, it was really an experience to remember and I believe more will come. Looking forward to another year of adventure with my Father. God bless!