There was a time when no one would would have to ask. You would be the first one in the prayer line. “Yes, me! I want to be healed!” That was eighty-five prayer lines, seven healing conferences, and two-thousand-hands-laid-on-you ago.
I’m writing about physical illness, but really this applies to any kind of prolonged suffering, any kind of anguished waiting that seems to never end. Days of pain, years of waiting, takes its toll. You just get sick of being sick. But as long as you’re breathing, as long as God still lives, don’t give […]
Have you ever known God to walk a straight line? Straight line — the shortest distance between two points. What about the time Jesus sent the disciples ahead of him and they got caught up in a storm? Jesus came to them walking across the water. As soon as he stepped into the boat, they arrived at […]
I’m writing about healing because there has to be more than this. There has to be more than the father who takes his son to the altar every Sunday morning to be prayed for by the elders, just like it says in the Bible. James, he said it: Lay hands on the sick and they’ll […]
September 11. Remembering lives lost. Those who left and never came home. Planes intersecting impossibly with buildings. Crumbling towers, thick black smoke. Across the screen again and again. Still we can’t believe. People jumping out of windows. This is not TV. Torn suits, blackened faces. Sky raining ashes, charred debris. Giant shards of steel rising […]