Just a quick note -- re: go to the healing church.
The reality is that any group of believers - regardless of church or demonination - can get together and pray for healing. I know that in my own personal experience that the people who prayed for my healing were just friends and family who go to various churches. Irene might be more comfortable just having two or three people visit her to pray with her and for her than marching into an unknown church.
Four Square, Asembly of God, or other pentacostal churches typically have some form of healing ministry.
While I know that not everyone is of the same opinion - here is an interesting testimony that speaks to the power of Jesus and healing. When I first read this testimony I asked God for discernment as to its authenticity -- I'm only sharing because I believe it is authentic, but I know that not everyone agrees:
‘Walking’ with Jesus
Testimony from Dudley Perio
Aug 6, 2012
I started my morning like I usually do, asking Jesus to come with me. We got in the truck and headed to Houston. It was a fun time, actually playing and enjoying the Lord along the way.
He told me to stop at a particular gas station. When I did, he told me to go inside and get a Dr. Pepper (he knows my favorite drink). I argued a little
. After all, it was a bit early in the morning for a soda. He insisted.
I did what he asked - I’ve learned to trust God. I paid the clerk inside and he handed me back my change. Suddenly the $5 bill in my hand stood out to me. I felt like I was supposed to give it to him. I said, “Jesus just wants to bless you with this $5 because he loves you. But if I gave it to you, you would think it comes from me and not Jesus. So I want you to use it to purchase a scratch-off lottery ticket for $5, because he wants to bless you beyond measure.” He was a little taken aback, but bought the ticket. “Go ahead,” I said, “Scratch it off.”
There were eight games on the ticket. The first one, nothing. The second one, nothing. Each number had nothing. As he scratched off the very last number, he won $500! We were both astonished. He cried as he told me, “but I am a Muslim.”
I told him Jesus has moved by demonstrating His power to you because He wants a relationship.
“Jesus loves Muslims,” I continued. “As a matter of fact, he has been appearing to Muslims in dreams and visions because he wants everyone to know that they are loved.”
“I thank you, and my family thanks you!” he told me as I walked out the door. How wonderful is our Jesus! I drove on to my destination while enjoying and thanking the Lord.
I sat down at an outside table at Starbucks in Houston to wait for a meeting there with some business partners. It was late morning and there were about seven people seated outside around me. A van pulled up into the handicap parking space near me and a man got out. He walked around, lowered the ramp, pulled out a wheelchair and lifted his wife into it. He then parked her at the table next to me with his young daughter while he went inside for the drinks.
The woman looked over at me and asked, “Why are you wearing that stuff?” She had noticed the gold dust on my face and head.
I responded that when I get in the Presence of God, this gold dust comes upon me. It has been happening every day since September of 2010 and I have seen many miracles happen since that time. I then asked her, “What happened to you?”
She told me that she was given an epidural shot during child birth and something went wrong. She had been paralyzed from the waist down for twelve years.
I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if two apostles of old were standing on either side of me. I stood up in front of her and stretched out my hand, which she took. I simply said, “Jesus loves you. Walk.”
Her eyes met mine, but it was if she was looking beyond me. It was like there was a decision to make. She leaned forward as if to get up, could not, and then leaned back against the wheelchair. As she leaned forward again, it was as if the Holy Spirit just lifted her up and she stood with a shocked look on her face. The woman took two tiny one-inch steps forward as I held her hand. Then she took off! She walked across the parking lot screaming, “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” Then she ran, and even jumped! Her daughter ran along with her in amazement. Her atrophied legs from twelve years of paralysis were not even holding her back.
Her husband came out of Starbucks with their drinks in a drink tray. Taking in the scene before him, he quickly dropped the drinks on the table and they fell over. He was freaking out, hollering, “OH MY GOD!”
The people seated around were joining in the amazement, some saying, “Oh Jesus!” They gathered around the woman and were touching her. She came back and hugged me, thanking me profusely as her daughter and husband joined in the group hug. I was so overwhelmed by the emotion of it all. “You are an answer to prayer!” they cried out.
“It’s just Jesus,” I replied, “He loves you.” We were all crying at the awesome display of the love and power of God. I had the feeling that all my life was worth this one moment. Inside my heart was overflowing with the words, ‘all is well with my soul!’ As much as you expect God to move and do something, when it happens it is the most awesome and humbling thing ever.
This woman got to hug her beautiful daughter from a standing position for the first time ever in her life! She no longer wanted her coffee, and did not want the wheelchair to even be in the van with them. She left with her daughter sitting in her lap.
People from inside and out were gathering around me asking for prayer. Most of them did not ask for themselves, but for others they knew in need. I explained that God wants a relationship. He loves everyone, and everyone is qualified.
I write about this awesome miracle of God to encourage everyone to take Jesus with you everywhere. I cannot find the words to describe how my heart was so overwhelmed with the love of Jesus for full restoration for this family. How do I write how my heart was so humbled to stand with Jesus to witness his touch? How do I describe the husband’s eyes, crying out his thankfulness? How do I express the daughter’s emotions while her mother hugged her like that for the first time ever? How do I describe the screams of thankfulness? My eyes continue to water, my heart pours out more and more. I am a simple man and God let me witness his Glory.
Please feel my heart and put agendas aside, for the next miracles can be in front of you. Take all God has given me and run. Together we can be God’s hand to reach, his voice to call out, “Walk.”
