...Power of Prayer...Power of God...

Hi There USM,

Just thought I'd share something regards the 'power of prayer'.

Firstly, a little bit of background info: My mother is part of a *Healing Group* in the town her and Dad live in. Healing is just one of the things - for whatever reason - she has always been involved in and blessed with a call to do. So too her Mother, and hers before her. So too with my Dads mother. In many ways - as per our cultural beliefs (NZ Maori) these *things* tend to run in families...the call to serve.

As such they aren't so much *gifts* persay - indeed that whole concept of 'gift' is something I personally avoid, as these days the term 'gifted' seems to carry with it some form of implication or implied meaning that the person is in some way 'special' or even, dear I say it, 'better' that other people...which is sooooo not the case. The person so given the call is called to serve others, to serve others and through that servitude serve the one whom called.

Humbleness. Servitude. Hence the shying away from the whole 'special/gifted' modern day concept that seems so prevelant, and IMO, somewhat 'ego-centric'. Those called hold no and are due no kudos...any kudos belongs solely to that which called them to serve.

To serve whom? Well - thats for people to decide for themselves/ I/we term that 'God'.

As for me - well, I was born a *seer*. Again there is a cultural concept we Maori have for that...we term it 'Matakite' (might wish to goggle that word). All my life I've seen, heard, felt. Nothing special at all about that...no 'gift'...rather its simple inevitability when one gazes up through our families heritage. Nothing special about it...no more so than being born with blue eyes or blonde hair or nice skin or something. Same same.



Anyhoo...just wanted to post this, and in doing so offer up some thanks and praise to God:

In December 2007, prior to my wife and I getting married, my sister flew over for our wedding. She lives in Australia...flew over a few days before the wedding...my wife and I picked her up from the airport.

When she appeared through the Arrival Gate I waas of course overcome with emotion to see my sister again...living in different countries we rarely see eachother - and my sister is probably the closest sibling I have. Love her so so much and we've both been with eachother through some pretty painful times in the past.

I also *saw* something when she walked through those gates...something within her. I saw two growths, in the vicinity of her ovaries. One was about the size of a golfball, the other the same shape as a cigar...about the size of a breakfast sausage.

I never mentioned this to her. But did mention it to my wife.

Seeing stuff like that, as mentioned above, is pretty much 'par for the course' for me...so wasn't freaked out by it as such...apart from seeing those growths within someone I love so dearly. I personally believe - and as is our cultural understanding - that these things are seen to be healed. The healing is there already waiting...actioned via prayer.

So - that I knew was my job for my sister...to pray.

I also told my mother...and so her and her healing group kept my sister in their prayers.



Late last year my sister experienced pain/discomfort in that area - went in for a scan, and there was indeed a growth. BUT - just one growth, one the size of a golfball, right on/next to her left ovary. My sister told the family this...of course I wasn't surprised, however was somewhat surprised that there was only ONE when I had clearly seen TWO.

Anyway - a biopsy was done, more scans, and yes it was one growth.

Early this year my sister was scanned again in preparation for getting her in for surgery. The scan came back with TWO growths this time...and indeed the second growth was shaped like a cigar, about the size of a small breakfast sausage.

Some of the family were of course worried...however my mother and I weren't worried so much...we both hold the same beliefs - these are seen to be able to be healed. Indeed my mum joked about me "being right on the money with there being two of them, size and shape".

So we all continued to pray for her, for her healing.



My sister went in for surgery on Saturday gone. A series of scans, biopsy, tests etc...all showed the presence of these two growths.

However - on the operating table the surgeon was in for a shock.

The growths had vanished. Gone. Wooooop...no longer there.

They were mystified. We really weren't.

Mum called me last night to give me the good news about it. Our discussion included "Well - God can put that one in the favour-bank...hahahaha...we certainly own Him a few for that".



I just wanted to share this with USM...to reaffirm the power of prayer, the glory of God. Indeed this is but one of many I've seen.



Some may debate whom/what is God...and really I think we tend to waste our time too much debating existance, expression, definition of 'God' or 'Higher Power' or 'whatever'...when really I don't think its for us to define it as much as to just be with it...in whatever form/function you see as being right for you.

I know many have prayed for themselves and/or their loved ones...and perhaps it seemed their prayers went unheard...the healing they had prayed for, the requested event/intervention was not forthcoming. I won't josh anyone here...but I don't know why that happens. Why *healing* happens in some occasions, but not - apparently - in others. As much as some people may see it as a 'cop out', all I can believe is that the power and decision doesn't rest with the requester...but the Provider/God. The Provider is the one who makes that call...irregardless of if we understand or accept it.

...all I know is that my sister is without growths...is well and doing well...

...and for that - indeed for so many things - I give praise to that which I term 'God'.



Peace.

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