Testimony 3

I attended a healing mass at St Peter and Paul Church, and parishioners filled the place up. The mass began with a praise and worship session and emotions overwhelmed me in the middle of the session. A layer of heat gathered around my face and filtered everything off and directed my focus on one lady who was in a wheelchair at the first row. The warmth tenderly compelled me to approach and pray with her. The other time I didn’t have the right frame of mind to pray for the lady at the bus interchange because she was not in a church. How about this time? This lady seated right in front of me in a chapel .

Again, I hesitated. I convinced myself I was just a participant. A healing team had been assigned to intercede for the sick; I shouldn’t override them. So I resisted the calling to pray for her. To be honest, I was scared and not prepared to pray for the sick because I didn’t attend church for so many years. I am the prodigal son to have never imagined myself to be like Jesus healing thousands or performing miracles. Oh Lord, why did you choose me to do this? Another time if the person were my friend, I would go up and pray. So the praise and worship session ended. Next prophesy time came. People would say out loud whenever the Holy Spirit prompted them. I only remembered what the priest said. His exact words: come out, you healer! My jaw dropped. Did he literally invite me to come out? Or come out of my comfort zone? I couldn’t believe my ears as I stayed rooted.