It happened at the most unusual moment and from the most unlikely of people. I needed some encouragement. To say that the past several months have been difficult would be an understatement. The challenges of this season have sapped my spiritual vitality and left me unsure about many things- especially prayer. So many of my prayers seemingly haven't been answered. I needed something to bolster my confidence and reassure my heart that Jesus was still aware of where we are and what we have been going through. Have you ever been there?
I pulled into the gas station to fill up after lunch. As the attendant, a guy named David, pumped the diesel fuel we exchanged pleasantries. Then came the question, "Do you remember how we met?"
"Yes." I asked unsure of where he was going with it.
I had filled up at the gas station after preaching in the college service at a church on the other side of town. Two services, close to 600 young people had packed the building. The message was called, "On the way to pray." (The notes are on my fb wall in early June). God moved powerfully that morning. Over 15 had surrendered their lives to Christ, many were healed, and several felt a sense of calling into full time ministry. I had challenged the group that day to make themselves available for God to use them, particularly in the area of healing.
Bailey had been too ill to accompany me due to the post procedure recovery and ongoing typhoid challenges. I had stopped into the gas station on the way home to fill up and get her a small snack at the nearby coffee house.
The gas attendant was particularly friendly and the first thing I had noticed about him was his puffy red eye with an opaque cataract. He was in his 20s and clearly something was wrong. I asked him about it: a basketball injury from 3 years previous that left him without sight in his right eye. The doctors had been unable to correct the problem.
I asked to pray with him and he had accepted. My prayer was a simple one- healing for his eye to demonstrate Gods love for him. Nothing had happened that day. I saw him on and off several times over the course of the next several weeks- and David even invited me for a visit to his house to meet his wife and two kids (a huge step of friendship in Kenyan culture.)
The eye had pretty much stayed the same and I resigned myself to just not bringing up the subject again.
"Do you remember what you prayed the first time we met?" He continued.
"Yes, we prayed for your eye to be healed." Some 8 weeks had passed since that moment and I hadn't seen him for a while.
"God healed my eye," he beamed with enthusiasm.
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"I can see again."
"What happened?" I asked.
"I heard about a free medical camp on the side of town. I went and an eye specialist was there who told me to come back the next day for a surgery to remove the cataract and replace the lens. It was a $600 surgery, money that I don't have, but they did it for free!"
"It's a miracle! Praise God. My eye is restored."
He was beaming; I was stunned.
"Thank you for praying for me! And praise God He answered." His countenance had changed and his eyes beamed. I had completely overlooked the change.
Bailey quickly asked him, "How do you feel now?"
"I have so much more confidence now."
What David didn't realize is that my heart was surging with new confidence as well! I had prayed believing for a miracle. 8 weeks had passed. God had come through- not at all how I had thought it would happen. Yet, the end result standing in front of me was an exact answer to prayer.
And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him. (1 John 5:14, 15 ESV)
I pulled into the gas station to fill up after lunch. As the attendant, a guy named David, pumped the diesel fuel we exchanged pleasantries. Then came the question, "Do you remember how we met?"
"Yes." I asked unsure of where he was going with it.
I had filled up at the gas station after preaching in the college service at a church on the other side of town. Two services, close to 600 young people had packed the building. The message was called, "On the way to pray." (The notes are on my fb wall in early June). God moved powerfully that morning. Over 15 had surrendered their lives to Christ, many were healed, and several felt a sense of calling into full time ministry. I had challenged the group that day to make themselves available for God to use them, particularly in the area of healing.
Bailey had been too ill to accompany me due to the post procedure recovery and ongoing typhoid challenges. I had stopped into the gas station on the way home to fill up and get her a small snack at the nearby coffee house.
The gas attendant was particularly friendly and the first thing I had noticed about him was his puffy red eye with an opaque cataract. He was in his 20s and clearly something was wrong. I asked him about it: a basketball injury from 3 years previous that left him without sight in his right eye. The doctors had been unable to correct the problem.
I asked to pray with him and he had accepted. My prayer was a simple one- healing for his eye to demonstrate Gods love for him. Nothing had happened that day. I saw him on and off several times over the course of the next several weeks- and David even invited me for a visit to his house to meet his wife and two kids (a huge step of friendship in Kenyan culture.)
The eye had pretty much stayed the same and I resigned myself to just not bringing up the subject again.
"Do you remember what you prayed the first time we met?" He continued.
"Yes, we prayed for your eye to be healed." Some 8 weeks had passed since that moment and I hadn't seen him for a while.
"God healed my eye," he beamed with enthusiasm.
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"I can see again."
"What happened?" I asked.
"I heard about a free medical camp on the side of town. I went and an eye specialist was there who told me to come back the next day for a surgery to remove the cataract and replace the lens. It was a $600 surgery, money that I don't have, but they did it for free!"
"It's a miracle! Praise God. My eye is restored."
He was beaming; I was stunned.
"Thank you for praying for me! And praise God He answered." His countenance had changed and his eyes beamed. I had completely overlooked the change.
Bailey quickly asked him, "How do you feel now?"
"I have so much more confidence now."
What David didn't realize is that my heart was surging with new confidence as well! I had prayed believing for a miracle. 8 weeks had passed. God had come through- not at all how I had thought it would happen. Yet, the end result standing in front of me was an exact answer to prayer.
And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him. (1 John 5:14, 15 ESV)