A few years ago, JoAnn and I got involved with the Healing Rooms in Santa Maria, CA. Our friends, Rick and Lori Taylor, head up the ministry there.
I already had a testimony of healings that had happened by faith over the last few years, but God had given them a different strategy. “Faith is all about us,” Rick would say: “my anointing, my faith level. That’s a good strategy, but God has led us to focus on divine healing. The focus is on His grace, His love, His power. It’s not about us; it’s all about Him.”
There JoAnn experienced her first miracle. A woman had had eighteen surgeries on he back in eight years and still was in constant pain. When JoAnn was asked to check if the woman’s legs were the same length, the woman winced and JoAnn apologized because she thought she was hurting her. “It’s okay,” the woman said. “Everything has hurt for years.” So JoAnn tried again, and this time the woman jumped up out of her chair.
It startled JoAnn, and she apologized again. “You don’t understand,” the woman exclaimed. “I’m healed! I have no pain at all.” She danced all around the room, praising God loudly; then she went out to the office to report what God had done for her.
I could give more testimonies of healings we have seen in God’s manifest presence. But I don’t mean to talk about us; I want to tell about Him.
Two weeks ago I was taken to the emergency room for an MRI and a CAT scan, and ended up having a large brain tumor removed. I was in intensive care for days and then had to stay in the hospital for a few more. My next step is three months of radiation and chemo; though the surgeon said he got all the cancer he could see, the further treatment is necessary in case microscopic cancer cells are still in my brain.
I’m grateful for the dedication and the care I’ve received from medical professionals. But I am making it top priority to get into God’s presence as much as I can. His healing presence will acomplish in me things that medical science can’t do.
So far, I’ve tasted a small token. As I lay on my bed, I focused my heart on Jesus. His presence was so rich and profound that I felt undone as waves of liquid love washed over me. Then the therapists came in to see if I could still walk, to see if I could still speak, to see if I could still see. After three days of checkups, they reported that on a scale of one to ten, my recovery so far was a ten-plus.
The presence of God was so sweet that one of the nurses said I was walking in peace they all could feel.
It was humbling to realize how little I could take for granted after the surgery I went through, yet the presence of God caused me to bounce back beyond medical expectations.
Psalm 91 tells what happens to those who learn to live in the secret place of the Most High. A thousand fall on one side and ten thousand on the other, but the person in the secret place manages to defy the odds and get through. I’m finding more and more scriptures that echo this thought.
How do we get into the secret place? With an attitude like David’s, who wanted one thing only: to dwell in the house of the Lord and to behold His beauty. Or by responding to Jesus, who once tried to gather Jerusalem under His wing, and now He reaches out to draw us closer. They didn’t respond, but you and I can.
Healing is only one of the benefits of being in God’s presence. Psalm 16 says there is fullness of joy in His presence, and while I was in a personal crisis in the hospital, His presence turned it into one of the most wonderful times of my life. I kept joking and laughing, because God’s presence was so wonderful.
Sometimes healing happens instantly, and sometimes by process. Either way, one way to receive healing is to get into His manifest presence.