I was hanging out with a friend on Saturday (June 18th) morning. She wanted to get ‘trained’, healing the sick and stuff, and she also had a ton of questions about direction and identity stuff. I went to a huge flea market with her and we spent most of the time talking, but we saw some pretty cool stuff.
The first person we ministered to was an old gentleman in a red scooter. He was just finishing a purchase and I asked him how he was doing. Surprisingly, he introduced himself first and then I asked him what happened to his legs. He said that he was a war vet and that years ago, he had a bad accident which resulted in most of the bones on the right side of his body to be broken.
He explained how the entirety of his right arm/legs were in pain because they didn’t recover correctly.
“Here let me pray for you man” as I knelt down an put my foot on his knee. I commanded his body to be whole. After a few seconds, I told him to stand up (I had that thought in the back of my head… “ARE YOU CRAZY??! WHAT IF HE’s not healed?) and he did.
For a few seconds, I didn’t know what was going on, because he didn’t say anything. I asked how he was doing and he said there was a lot less pain. I offered to do it again so all the pain would go, but before I could, he sat down and said, “hold on.”
He pulled out his wallet (i totally thought he was gonna try to give me money) and pulled out a doctor’s note that explained his condition. He was in awe, because he was supposed to be in “chronic pain” according to the note. The whole time, I remember him profusely asking, “What did you do to me? This is amazing!” Before, he could barely stand up, but now he had very little problems doing so.
I ended up laying hands on him one more time, but he didn’t walk. He said that he was missing his left leg. 70% of his right leg was prosthetic.
Haha, I asked him, “Do you want your leg to be restored?”
He got this weird look on his face. “What?”
“Do you want function to return to your leg?”
I think he was so shocked because he already had some good news, getting his leg back would be too much goodness. He ended backpedaling and asked me if I lived in the area. I ended up giving him my card/cell # and he told me he was gonna call me.
“I’m not even a believer!!” I remember he said. haha. Hopefully he calls me soon.
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I think about 10 minutes later, we see 2 younger girls pushing a lady in a wheelchair.
I got their attention.. “Hey how you guys doing?” I asked the lady what happened to her leg and her daughter explained that her mom had cancer in her leg and it messed up her tendon. She had melanoma under her skin.
The daughter kept translating for us and I laid hands on the mom’s leg. After I commanded it to be whole, I told her to bend her leg. “Mejor, mejor! (Better, better)” as she nodded her head. Then I told her to stand up but her daughter interjected, “she can’t”.
“Well, is there anymore pain?” The mom said there was still some along the outside of her thigh, so I made her a deal. I told her I was going to pray for her one more time, and then she was gonna stand up. They agreed.
.. put my hand on her leg, commanded it to be better, told her to stand, and she stood. “Any more pain?” She had just a twinge left on her hip. Took a few seconds to knock it out and then I told her to take a step. She started hobbling, it wasn’t anything impressive, but it was a big step from being confined to a wheelchair.
I told them that I would expect their mom to be a lot better the next morning, and then I told them some of the testimonies I had from Africa just a month ago. They were from Oakland, so I gave them my card and told them to give me an update.
That was a cool “intro” for my friend.
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Today (June 20th), I went to Sweet Tomatoes with my aunt for lunch. On the way out, I saw 2 guys sitting at a table and one of them had a cast on his left forearm.
I stopped and asked the guy, “Hey what happened to your arm?”
His friend made an innuendo as to how he broke it, but he said that he just tripped and fell.
I asked him how much longer he needed the cast for and he said, “oh this isn’t the real one, I’m going to the doctor tomorrow to get the real cast, it’s gonna be 4 weeks”
“Oh man.. is it hurting right now?”
“oh yeah.”
“Here, check this out” I leaned over an put my hand on his cast. Commanded the pain to go, for the arm to be whole. His friend across the table sort of rolled his eyes when I said, “in Jesus name”. haha.
“Move your hand, check it out”
While he was moving is hand, he was trying to find where the pain went.
“How is it?”
His friend interjected, “the same!”
“Nah, actually, it’s a lot better.”
“There still a little bit, though?”
“Yeah”
“Here” as I put my hand on his cast again, thanked God for the progress and commanded it to be 100%.
I told him to check it again. He was impressed. His friend stopped talking.
“It’s doing a lot better, thanks. I’ll have to let my doctor take a look at it”
“Hey man, what’s your name?”
“Ishmael.”
“Brandon. That’s awesome man, go to your doctor, get it checked out, it’ll be good.”
bahaha. I love encounters like these.
Thinking back, I definitely could have stayed a bit and talked to them about what just happened. I was feeling rushed cause my aunt was waiting outside and had no idea where I went.
It’d be so funny to hear what their conversation was like after I left. Man. I should’ve gave him my business card or something. Ah. Live and learn.
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