I saw a miracle this last Sunday. I know that many do not believe in God nor believe in miracles. That’s their choice. I’ll not try to change them—but miracles exist. I’ve seen one with my own eyes.
My wife and I attend a small independent church in Peculiar, MO. On the average, I’d estimate our attendance each Sunday is around 75 people. Sunday, just about all the regulars were present.
Our usual service starts with Praise and Worship for an hour or so followed by any prayer requests and time for anyone who would like to speak. After that the kids and teens go to their service and the adults stay for the preaching—in our church it’s usually teaching. (There’s a difference betwixt the two.)
During the prayer session—several folks were ill and some others came forward to pray for healing. One of our members has been told he has terminal cancer and frequently comes forward to speak and speak for healing for others.
We were in the midst of that when the miracle occurred.
One of our members is a 26-year old woman. She has cerebral palsy and spends most of her day in a powered wheel chair. She’s employed by the government and uses voice commands to operate a PC. She also has several degrees. She is unable to walk, dress, write, even go to the restroom without assistance.
In the midst of the prayer (I witnessed this from the sound booth above and behind her,) she put her hands on the arms of her wheel chair and stood up. Her father sat next to her in the adjacent pew. At first he didn’t see her stand. She was erect for perhaps 30-45 seconds when he noticed. I could see the shock in his face.
I saw her struggle to take a step. She lifted a foot and slid it forward. She shifted her weight, swayed for a moment and slide her other foot forward about a half step.
A church member from behind her stepped forward and took her hand—not to help her stand or take any weight but to steady her. Her father rose and took her other hand.
She took another step…and another. This young woman had never stood in her life. She had never walked in her life. She can’t get into nor out of her wheel chair without assistance.
Yet, she walked. She walked slowly up the center aisle towards the altar.
The praying continued. Many were unaware of the miracle happening in their midst. As she approached the group before the altar the congregation saw what was happening and started clapping. Her mother was crying and speaking in tongues (yes, it’s something our church does on occasion.)
She walked forward about 25 feet and turned left, walked to the wall of auditorium, turned again and walked to the rear of the church. She walked to the center aisle and back forward to the front of the church.
She walked a total of 51 yards. I paced it out later. She walked that distance without any assistance other than having her hands held to steady her. Finally, she sat down on the front pew next to our Minister’s wife—visibly tired, tears flowing and a smile.
It’s hard to describe the scene. This woman had little, almost no real motor control over her body, yet she stood and walked. It was reminiscent of the miracle written in Mathew, Chapter 9, Mark, Chapter 2, and Luke, Chapter 5.
What she has done once, she can do again. She believes one day she will run. Not just walk, but run. Believers believe. Believers believe miracles happen. And they do.
Non-believers will scoff and attempt to explain away what happened. We who were there, who witnessed this event, know what we saw. It was a miracle.