James

Another day at school. Then more school. Except the second school is really work. Frank Church High. Day 6 billion and two. It's gonna be amazing.

The broom in my hand feels smooth yet powerful. I sweep the halls to their hearts content. I need to go for a walk. It's great working the night shift because you can just take off and there's no boss there to tell you to get back to work!

So I walk outside. I turn to the right, facing the breeze coming in. I take a deep breath and strut in that direction, taking one step at a time. I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye, and by the time I turned, there he was: a boy with a crutch.

I haven't really done this in a while, I thought. My blog entries show it. But I'm gonna do it this time. Why? Because I'm here, with the ability to supernaturally heal people, and there's a boy that needs it.

I walk up to him. "Hey, man, what happened to your foot there?" It was in a brace.

"Oh, I just broke it. Remember, I told you about it before, when I was in a wheelchair?" Oh yeah. I remember now. He sat and talked with me about his motorcycle accident, and all I could think about was that I wanted to pray for him. I was scared then too.

"Hey, so this might seem kinda weird, but I prayed for a lady at my church that had dislocated her thumb and it got completely healed right on the spot!" That's true, actually. Another story, another time.

"No way?"

"Yeah for real. Can I pray for you, too?"

"Yeah, man, go for it. I'm not really a religious person though, I grew up Baptist but when my dad moved out we stopped going to church."

I looked at his face. This boy had to be 16 or 17, freckles on his face, black hair. I felt a nudge in my spirit. "So...was he not a good guy to you?"

A short pause. "Yeah, he wasn't really. He always made us go to church but I hated his guts."

I smiled. "Yeah. Well that's ok because God doesn't really care if you go to church. He just loves you and wants to be with you and show you His love."

I started praying for him. He said the pain level was at a 6. I pray with my eyes open because I want to see if they start crying. Crying means it's working.

He wasn't crying, but I could sense a peace rest on him. "What's the pain at now?"

"About a four."

"Hallelujah, you're being healed!" And without a moment's notice, I step through the awkward zone again and say, "Let me pray again!"

I do. I'm sensing about a 2. I ask him. He says the pain is completely gone!

I talked to him the next day and he said the doctor took a look at it, and said that it healed up faster than he expected. The foot wasn't broken anymore! Praise Jesus!

The better news he said, though, was that he went home that night, and "I dunno, something happened. I'm not mad at God anymore. I just really like Him now!"

"Wow, that's amazing! And He sure likes you, that's for sure."

Moral of the story: slack off at work and start revivals in people's heart. Giggity giggity alright.