To be desperate...

There are a few people I cannot forget. An old man....I am assuming he was old by the grey hair but people age so fast here it is hard to tell the real age of anybody. The old man would wear a red and white checkered scarf each evening over his white robe. It was hard for him to walk so he carried a staff and pulled along a girl who was mentally handicapped. Each evening he would push his way to the front and go from person to person asking for prayer. He wanted healing for his little girl so badly. His eyes were so sad but hopeful. She didn't get healed.

A smile on the womens face showed me she had been completely healed from what she had gone through. She pratically ran up the stage to tell the crowd what had happened. She had a problem with one of her nostrils and for 3 years could not breath out of it at all. That evening while they prayed for healing she stood up in faith and asked for healing - she could now breath completely normal! Her smile I can never forget - she was so grateful!

Each evening we had 100s of people rushing up for personal prayer. They would crowd around you from every side pushing and shoving their way to the front. As son as you took your hand off of the person you were praying for, 5 others grabbed yours to place them on their heads. They were so desperate for a touch from God. The faith and trust they had - "if I could only get prayer God will touch me!". It reminded me of the women who was bleeding who thought if "I could only touch his cloak...". It wasn't the cloak that made her well it was the faith she showed. The trust that Jesus could heal her.

I couldn't pray fast enough to say all I wanted to, to each person. Each prayer was short and quick because it was already so late into the night. I had to entrust it to the Lord - the only one who could heal these people, He doesn't need me. They have so many aches and pains. We toured a hospital in the city one day...there is not much hope medically. I wish I could be that desperate for the Lord. I wish that at church each Sunday people would think - If I could just get prayer and a touch from Jesus then... I wish the front of our services were filled with so many people the prayer teams couldn't pray fast enough. I need that desparity for Jesus just as much as those people who came forward. If not for phyiscal needs - more importantly spiritual needs. A desperate people we should be!