Miracle Healing
Monday, 29 November 2010 14:55

When I was a child, “miracle healing” was a part of my everyday life. It was at once ordinary, yet extraordinary -- simple yet confusing.

Whether it was church on Wednesday evening, Sunday morning and Sunday night, revival every night, or summer Camp Meeting Days, “laying on of hands” or some form of “miracle healing” was a part of every service. People expected the love, the message, and the healing.

I watched in awe and wonder as the pastor lay the palms of his hands on the forehead of the sick person and prayed for a miracle and healing. Often, the whole room erupted with people speaking in tongues and “dancing under the power of the spirit”. I don’t remember specifics, but I remember hundreds of testimonials about miracles and healings from real people I knew, loved, and trusted.

I never questioned either the healing or the miracles, but the dancing and the Love confused me. At five, I wondered “How can dancing be a sin, yet dancing in the spirit is sacred and healing? How can a God who wants to send me straight to Hell for dancing or cutting my hair or having intuitive gifts or wearing pants know anything of love.” After all, God made me and us and our gifts, and what we wear is a product of our culture. It all seemed so conflicting; it made no sense – Love, Miracles, Fire and Brimstone, and Hell.

Yet, the people I knew were the epitome of Love, and while I believed God was Love, I was still terrified of the tyrant God who could see nothing good in me and who was determined to send me straight to Hell.

“Unworthy am I” was burned into my soul.

When I was 12, I started to question the authenticity of miracle healing after I read a testimonial brochure where people claimed to get up and walk after having been in a wheel chair for a lifetime while others claimed God had filled their teeth with gold. I had no doubt that God could make people walk, but the gold filling thing made me laugh, “Why would God fill anyone’s teeth with gold instead of making them whole and perfect and real?” My faith was shaken.

At some point, my faith was completely shattered when I learned that my pastor had abused his wife. Although I never went back to that church, my curiosity about miracle healing, energy, and the power of love festered and grew, and my longing to know more about the science, the heart, and the spirit became insatiable.

I wanted to know whether the miracle healing I had trusted was real. I began my quest to research the wisdom of miracles and the healing power of love. It has taken many years, and bit by bit, the information has unfolded.

On Wednesday, December 1st, I will be hosting an event with DaVid Raphael, M.D., who will share his wisdom about the power of miracles and love to heal.

Click here to learn more and to register.

Last Updated on Monday, 29 November 2010 14:56