I so wanted to post this last night, but, when I got the chance to, the internet was down again 🙁 – I waited until 2am, but then decided sleep was the best option, and yesterday’s amazing miracles, would have to wait. A new church to me, Iglesia discipulos de Cristo, in Floralia, pastored by a lovely man, Crisitan Casamchin. In some respects, I had an evening ‘off’, as, though there a team in another church – Chris and my French friends went there, Beny preached, Danny sang, and I sat :)…. There must have been at lest 150 in two small rooms that had been partially opened up to form one room, and at least the same number again on the pavement outside….it was right in the middle of Floralia’s shopping street, too, so hundreds heard the good news over and above the ones who were in the meeting.

Until the ministry time…..a really lovely, but desperate young mum and dad came up to me, carrying their young son, and sat him down in the chair next to me. Mum – Claudia, and dad – Jefferson, told me that their son’s name is Junior Jhon (yes, that’s how you spell it, as the ‘J’ is J, and not Y!), he’s 8 years old. He was born with muscular dystrophy, had never walked, though he could just about stand, though the slightest knock from anything made him fall.

It’s an hereditary disease, it seems, as Claudia’s cousin died with it at 13 years, and Jefferson’s young brother has it. Junior was given, at best, a life expectancy of 18 years – that would be the absolute maximum, 15 much more likely. And that he would never walk. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be a parent with the countdown timer running against one of your children…..

There was a lot of noise when Junior first sat next to me, the worship band (always loud in Colombia!), and Beny praying an even louder general prayer for healing. I just held Junior’s hand in both of mine, and stroked it… I know it was then that I knew he’d be healed, to tell you the truth: but even when you KNOW that, the enemy always wants to clobber you with doubt!

Prayed for Junior for maybe 3 minutes…then got Wilmar to ask him to stand. He did it, by pushing down on his knees with his hands, and very wobbly. Sat him down again, prayed a bit more, and then he stood, unaided by anyone or his own hands…and then began to walk backwards and forwards across the front of the church…. mum and dad (and me!) were weeping….the smile on Junior’s face got bigger and bigger, and then he raised one leg, Karate-kid style, and stood stock still, no wobbles, then stood ‘marching’ on the spot. Wilmar then got him to walk upstairs – an utter impossibility 10 minutes earlier…. he did. Wilmar said to him, ‘now let’s go back down’, and Junior said no, I can go to the top! He did. The video clip is not brilliant, but it’s good enough to show you a little boy who HAD NEVER WALKED WITHOUT FALLING walking for the first time…

• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRHPOa43a64

and a short interview, just about discernable over the noise, with Jefferson, his dad:

• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_k_rHKSaQ8

Unbelievable, yet so totally believable for a God for whom nothing is impossible….Junior’s smile was wonderful, mum and dad laughing and crying – I ran out of my ‘ministry time supply’ of giant Kleenex! To say that the hugs were incredible afterwards would be an understatement. I’ll add some photos later, but I have to go in a moment to the Social Security hospital, to pray for the patients…

If Junior wasn’t enough, last night, a lady, Margarita Rosso, came to thank me for praying for Junior… the customary hug took place, I had my arm round her in the middle of her spine, and then – her face exploded with laughter and joy…

She shouted, I’m healed!!’…. then told me she had ankylosing spondylarthritis, was in incredible pain, couldn’t bend, couldn’t twist her body. ALL of her pain went, and she moved perfectly normally… her story is here…

• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXGBgJBgHX0

I hadn’t even prayed for her… positive proof that when God’s Spirit is present, the impossible happens just because we’re there, and WE ARE CARRIERS OF GOD’S PRESENCE….

I just could not sleep when bedtime came…. I laughed, cried, thanked God, and went through every possible positive emotion, until finally, at 3 am, sleep came…