On Monday, I told the
story of how God began a healing ministry at my
school by healing the daughter of one of my
co-teachers. My job was simply to be open to His
voice, do what He called me to do, and leave the
rest to Him.
And just where would this
lead?
Word of mouth is a
powerful advertisement, and apparently the teacher
whose daughter had been healed of a problem in her
ankles began to talk. A few weeks later, another
teacher approached me. She was having terrible
stomach pain, and she wanted to be healed.
To be honest, this made me
a bit nervous. What if God didn’t heal her? Then
what? I remembered then that it wasn’t “my”
ministry, but God’s, and He was obviously opening a
door. I didn’t know what His response would be; all
I knew is that I was supposed to play a role in His
plan. I decided to do what the Bible tells us,
“casting all your anxieties on Him, because He cares
for you.” (1 Peter 5:7 ESV). Even though I still had
no clue how this was all going to play out, I
immediately felt peace. Peace that it would go the
way God wanted it to go, no matter what!
Not knowing how to
proceed, I prayed. I immediately began to feel
disturbed that she seemed to think “I” was the one
who could heal her friend’s daughter. I began to
tell her about Jesus, then. I assured her that Jesus
is the One who heals, and that He does so because of
His love for us. Then I asked her, “Do you trust
Him?”
She paused for a moment,
then she nodded her head: “Yes. Yes I do!”
Her stomach pain
immediately left.
This teacher became
ecstatic. She was so thankful to God for healing her
stomach. It was perhaps the first time she had
experienced God personally in her life, and she knew
then, beyond a doubt, that Jesus cares for her, that
he loves her and is sad when she has pain.
She would never forget
this incident, and I, for one, was humbled and
excited to have partnered with God in her healing. I
wanted to do more, but I sensed God was telling me
to wait. I didn’t know how long I would have to
wait, but I knew one thing: It was God’s ministry,
not mine, and my job was to follow His lead,
wherever that might take me.
Rob Chaffart