12 July 2023

He’s probably in his twenties, works at a pizza shop in Ocean City Maryland and Jesus heals his fractured arm while on the clock.

My brother lives on Assawoman Bay, the bayside of the Island of OC, Md.  I take my seven children over to visit on 12 July 2023.  His place is great.  We can walk out his sliding glass door, onto a deck/pier overlooking the bay and my kids can fish and crab.  He offers to buy the children pizza for lunch.  We call a local pizza place and I fly to pick-up as he spends time with my children.

When I get to the pizza shop, no one’s there besides me and the one cooking the pizzas; I’ll call him, “One Like a Lion.”  I strike-up a conversation with Lion, giving him my history with the shop when I was younger.  As he’s making our pizzas, he responds by giving me the forty-plus year history of the shop from the owner’s perspective.  While he speaks, I notice a huge bruise on his right forearm.  Almost the entire forearm is consumed with this bruise. 

I ask, “What’s that on your arm?”  Lion tells me, “I fractured it.”  I ask, “Why no cast?”  I don’t recall exactly what he tells me, but it’s something like, “the doctor wanted to cast me, but I gotta make pizzas,” so the doctor gives him a sling which he doesn’t wear at work anyway, cause he’s got to make pizzas.  It looks painful.

I ask Lion, “Can I pray for your arm?”  Lion casually says, “Yea,” as if to say “Whatever.  Go ahead.”  I tell him I want to ask Jesus to fix the fracture.  He looks at me a little more interested; as if he’s thinking, “Wait, you’re a Christian” and “That’s stupid” all mixed into one.  He agrees that I can, I touch his arm, pray and don’t ask him about anything.  My pizzas are done, he’s paid and I say, “Look, if Jesus heals your arm you better go find Him.  If He doesn’t, don’t!”  He laughs at my suggestion, we’re both smiling, I take my pizzas and leave.

I get in the car and say to Jesus, “Oh, no!  Why did I tell him, ‘Don’t?’  If You don’t heal his arm, I could be sending him to hell!  You’ve got to heal that kid’s arm!”  I believe I hear, “Okay,” but look for further confirmation from my wife.  I send her a voice message, she prays and text me back “He says, ‘It is done.’” 

When we leave my brother’s place, I tell my kids the story and tell them, “I’m going back over to see that kid.  I’m going to check-out his arm.”  We drive back to the shop, up Coastal Highway, about 10 streets.

I walk in the door and there is another employee with Lion at this point.  He’s startled as if he’d just been talking about the occurrence as he says, “Where’d you come from?”  We laugh, I tell him “Jesus already told me He fixed your arm” and ask to see it.  The other employee speaks up and tells me in a Pakistani/Indian-type accent, “That prayer worked!  He was in here doing pull-ups a while ago.”  I look at Lion and notice the bruise is even a little smaller and he tells me, “Yes, it feels better.”  We’re laughing, I’m thanking Jesus and Lion’s co-employee laughingly says in his Eastern accent, “My leg hurts!”  I offer to pray, but I guess he’s joking and we laugh it off.  I tell Lion, “You better go find Jesus,” he doesn’t respond, but is smiling, I shake his hand and leave.  This is the beginning of a revelatory process of Jesus to Lion.  A miracle!  Jesus is for real. 

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