We’d prayed for the boy with no shoes in the afternoon (see last post Part 1 The Boy with No Shoes) but that night thousands were in the streets of Barahona, Dominican Republic, hungry for God’s Word. The local Christian Pastors, of every denomination, had been praying and fasting together regularly for their community to come to Christ. The air was electric with excitement. The worship was inspiring. The heavy dark oppression that one senses from the local witchcraft, and other occult practices, began to crack and lift as these faithful believers worshipped almighty God in unity. Our mission’s team danced in the streets with the beautiful Dominican children and their grandmas. These petite women were my favorites. They stood barely as high as my shoulder, but they were giants of faith, believing that the Holy Spirit’s presence would descend upon their city. I felt a bit awkward with my tall, lanky white frame, next to these petite black and brown skinned women. None of that mattered, though, because we were worshipping the living God together. Culture, social status, race, language, wealth or poverty, national origin; all faded into the background as we worshipped together.
The Gospel was preached, testimonies of God’s healing power were shared, and then our missions team and the local Pastors were invited to pray for the sick over the vast crowd from the stage. We were praying that God would heal the sick and perform miracles to confirm the truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, which had been so powerfully preached.
I got a sudden notion that I couldn’t shake. I felt an inward impression in a still, small voice that the Holy Spirit was specifically prompting my heart to pray for a woman to be healed of a brain tumor, along with two other very specific physical ailments. Over and over again the same three thoughts came. They were very clear. I knew they were not my thoughts, but were thoughts given by the Holy Spirit, through the gift of the Word of Knowledge. So, in spite of my fear (I was literally shaking!), I climbed the stairs onto the large stage and got into the queue of other Pastors and ministers. It was a test of faith. A Dominican Pastor directly in front of me gave the first two Words of Knowledge that were hidden in my own heart (though I had told no one), word for word! I was shocked! As a result, when Apostle Jim Rickard (co-founder of RAIN Ministries, along with his wife Pastor Ramona Rickard) handed the microphone to me, all of the fear left and the Gift of Faith descended upon me so heavily that I nearly crumpled onto the stage. With tremendous boldness (quite unlike me!), I declared that God was healing a woman from a brain tumor, in the name of Jesus. (I had very specific symptoms to describe what she was feeling, also given by the Holy Spirit). In that moment, I had absolute certainty that God would do it. I then went to my knees on the back of the platform behind the worship team and continued to pray.
Later, there were many coming forward to share testimonies of how the Holy Spirit’s power had touched and healed them through the many prayers. It was then that I heard her. Through the Spanish translator, I heard a beautiful young Dominican mother, speak. She was weeping and barely able to stand as she held her baby on her hip. She testified that she’d had excruciating pain due to a brain tumor and that when ‘that woman’ (referring to me she pointed to the back of the stage) prayed, the terrible pain left and she knew she was going to be completely healed and restored. She slumped onto the platform floor weeping in gratefulness to God. She had to be helped to the side of the platform so that others could give testimonies. I listened, awestruck, on my knees from the back of the stage. All I could do was praise and thank God. Knowing I had no ability to heal, but that God did, I marveled at His greatness! It was thrilling beyond description! It was like a living day in the Book of Acts. Later, she found me and clung to me as we wept with joy, giving glory to God for His great compassion, His love and His healing power.
Her road of everyday life had lead her to this moment, and there she was touched by the power of God. What might have been another ordinary day, struggling with the pain of a diseased body, was changed in an instant. She was one of so many that God touched that night in His power and might. The unity, faithfulness and concerted fasting and prayers of the local Pastors had brought the glory of God down from heaven to earth upon their city. What a thrill to be a part of it all!
The woman, the other dear people in the crowd and their Pastors were so full of faith. They knew that what the Bible says is true in Mark 10:27 which states, “But Jesus looked at them and said, “With men it is impossible, but not with God; for with God all things are possible.” Now I knew it too.
Next Time: Walking With Jesus Along the Missionary Road – Part 3: The Blind Saw, The Deaf Heard
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A RAIN Ministries* missions team member took my photo that night holding the woman who had been healed. I have it as a souvenir (the verb “to remember” in French), so that I never forget the night that the glory of God came down and healed the woman in the crowd.
* This testimony is given from my own perspective. For other glorious reports from that same trip go to www.rainministries.org and click on missions newsletter archives, May 2012.