Bananas

Every week is different. Today, for the first hour, we struggled to get anybody to stop. There were plenty of people around, and they noticed us and read our signboard, but most refused to stop. Some of those that did stop chatted briefly then moved on, unwilling to receive prayer for any needs.

In our preparation, we felt the Holy Spirit give us three names, and surprise surprise, none of them were right. However, 2 of the 4 sicknesses we did get, and those people were healed. After last week's broken leg, this week we had someone with a broken arm in a cast, who after prayer was waving his arm around saying it was better.

Most of the last half an hour, I spent with Gabriel who stopped. He was quite clearly drunk, and through the course of the conversation informed me that he was a doctor, a soldier, and a bio-chemist. We were eventually able to pray for him, and then spent a considerable time persuading him to leave, which he would only do after buying a banana for each of the white people on the team today.

Florence came to find us after we'd finished and were back at the centre. Last week we prayed for her hands to reform and grow, and she felt something stirring in her upper arms. Today she came, still without hands, and when we prayed she again felt something happening in her upper arms. Does God feel compassion for her and want to heal her hands – I don't know. If He does, you can be sure it'll feature on this blog.