It was summertime in Japan, which meant it was hot and humid in Tokyo. Many people left the city on the weekends in search of cooler temperatures. One weekend, my family and I sought the coolness of higher elevation on the breathtakingly beautiful, Mount Fuji. We met friends on the mountain so the older children could climb to the top of Mt. Fuji. The scenery was awe inspiring and a great reminder of the splendor of God’s creation. That night we met up with our friends at the cabin they’d rented. The night air had cooled down and they decided a fire pit was in order to enjoy smores for dessert. The two older boys had volunteered to chop wood for the fire.
The boys grabbed the axe and headed of eagerly to the woodpile. I distinctly remembered looking at my friend and commenting that it may not have been a great idea to allow two fourteen year olds have an axe. A few minutes later the boys returned in a hurry. Instead of carrying a pile of wood, My friend’s son was holding his hand. Sure enough he’d cut open the palm of his hand. Fortunately, it was not a deep wound so wouldn’t require stitches. However, it was deep enough to make a mess and take some time to clean up. The boy was shaken up and in pain from the wound.
I recalled receiving a prompting from God and remembered what Jesus said in Matthew 10:7, “As you go, preach this message: ‘The kingdom of heaven is near.’ Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received, freely give.” I asked if he could pray for the boys wounded hand. They agreed and I proceeded to pray for healing through the power of Jesus. We all had faith that the wound would heal and thanked Jesus for that healing. They we went out and had smores.
The next morning, my family meet up with our friends and the son ran up to us, excited to share his news. He thrust out his hand and exclaimed, “look!” I looked at his hand, where an open gash had been the previous night, barely a scratch could be seen. Jesus had healed the boys hand overnight. It was a wonderful miracle and encouraged everyone he told. It was the first time many there had seen a miraculous healing. It opened their eyes to the wonder of God’s love and the power He bestows us through Holy Spirit. That night, everyone learned God gives us the ability to heal with faith and the power of Jesus.
What about you? Any God stories of miracles that you care to share?