I once volunteered to help a struggling single mother out by doing some handy man jobs in her home provided for by the housing benefit. While working there, her 12 year old son approached me and said that he was a Christian too and that he’d said his first prayer that week, so I explained to him how that God speaks to me through dreams and visions and asked him if since he’d prayed if he’d received anything special after he’d prayed, and then he shared with me that the evening after he had prayed, he’d had the most amazing dream of an angel coming to him and giving him the words, “just do it”, and he said that every time he put on his computer, the screen would malfunction and just display the same words, “just do it”, to which he just shrugged his shoulders in bemusement. I couldn’t help but smile, I said that the angel hadn’t come to just deliver him the Nike slogan, as in to get some new trainers! The angel was encouraging him to continue in prayer and relationship with Jesus.
This young lad had previously broken his collarbone and had his arm in a sling, so I told him that when his mum comes back home from the shops I’d like to pray for his collarbone. So when his mum came home I suggested that we should pray for his collarbone and her response was priceless. She answered, “shouldn’t this sort of thing be done at church?” to which I replied, “We are the church!” I couldn’t help but laugh, but then she stated that she’d never done this before, so I encouraged her to lay a hand upon her son and pray for him. So she did just that, and so she laid her hand upon her son with a broken collarbone, and said “God, please give my son a good night’s sleep!” and that was it! She never said another word. I just couldn’t believe that she never even mentioned his broken bone! And so I laid my hand upon him and prayed for him to come into deeper relationship with his heavenly Father and asked God to heal him and, when we had finished, I asked the young lad what he received, and he replied that he felt his collarbone vibrate and that all the pain had left him. Wow, praise God! Then, at that moment, he just asked if he could go back on his game system – typical!
So, the next morning, I received a text message from his mum saying that, would you believe it, her son had, in fact, had a good night’s sleep – praise God! But, that evening, she turned up to our church meeting with tears of joy in her eyes, clutching an x-ray, and it turned out that she’d taken her son for his check-up at the doctor’s and, as the doctor examined his collarbone, he couldn’t feel anything wrong with it. The doctor actually asked him for his date of birth again, thinking that he must have the wrong x-ray. Her son asked the doctor how much longer he had to wear his sling for, and the doctor said that he couldn’t understand it, but he was completely healed, not even a lump around the bone and didn’t need the sling at all! His mum was so impressed that she brought the x-ray to church! Hallelujah, God had completely healed the broken collarbone!
Well, a few weeks later, during a Sunday service, my mum felt the Holy Spirit put it on her heart to give this lady some money to buy her son some new shoes, and when my mum questioned how much, she felt a specific amount of £60. And when she told the lady and gave this money for her son’s shoes, the lady burst out crying and explained that his shoes had fallen apart that week and her lad was having to use his plimsolls (gym shoes), because that’s all he had and she had no money.
Well, on the way to the shoe store, the lady confessed that she had wrestled with whether to buy him cheaper shoes and keep some of the money for shopping, but on arriving at the store decided to let her lad just pick whichever shoes he wanted and, unaware of anything that had happened, would you believe, picked a pair of £59.99 Nike trainers! So when I’d stated only a few weeks earlier how that angel hadn’t come to lead him to some new Nike trainers, how wrong was I, how awesome is our Lord – to think that the creator of the universe was concerned about that young lad’s footwear.