February 2022

Today I notice a young woman cleaning the floors in the business I’m visiting. I speak to her and she responds shyly.  I detect an accent so I ask, “Are you from Jamaica?”  She responds in a low tone, “I was born in Haiti.”  I then attempt to engage in small talk, but she looks down and won’t respond.  I remain silent and continue to look at her.  She nervously begins to explain how doctors have told her she will never speak properly because of a problem with her tongue.

I immediately change the subject and ask what she thinks about Jesus. She says, “I love Jesus.”  So I say, “Do you think Jesus can fix your tongue?”  She quickly replies, “Yes.”  I ask, she agrees and lends me her shoulder.  I place my hand on it as I begin to pray for her tongue.  I don’t feel anything in my hand; warmness, energy or anything special, but I glorify God, recognize Jesus as the Healer of all things, and ask the Holy Spirit to lose her tongue in Jesus’ name. 

I back away, she looks down shyly and walks off. “This can’t be it,” I think to myself.  I follow her, get her attention, and ask “Did you feel anything as I was praying for you?”  She responds shyly, “Yes, I felt something in my throat,” so I ask her to say something she wouldn’t have been able to say a couple minutes prior.  I want her to pick up her mat and walk, to see if Jesus has healed her. She looks down and mutters some indiscriminate, multi-syllabled word.  Her eyes get big, she puts her hands over her mouth and says astonishingly, “Oh my God!” 

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