Are you a fan of the Big Bang Theory? I love it, though I don’t get as much time to watch as I would like. At a family wedding my nephew’s wife told me that I am nicknamed “Sheldon’s Mother”. Mary Cooper played by Laurie Metcalf, is Sheldon ‘s devout christian Mother. I take this as a compliment. I also love Sheldon.
I am often thought of in the family as the “religious one”. It doesn’t bother me at all, my mother always hoped that I would grow out of it, but she’s still waiting and at 58 I still haven’t grown up ,let alone grown out of it.
What I would like to share may cause you to think “religious freak ” or as I am hoping, will increase your faith. Many years ago I went to school with a chap called Paul Bennison, in fact I dated his best friend for about 3 years. We have kept in touch over the past 40 odd years mostly on line. We belonged to a tiny church which had a thriving Youth Fellowship, and to help us share our faith in a small way with our peers, our Church invited Clive Calver ( of Evangelical Alliance fame). He worked with us for some time, only being a few years older than us and most of what he taught me I still use.
Paul went on to train for Ministry and God has given him a peripatetic Healing Ministry all over the world. I never cease to be amazed at the things that happen around Paul and his team, although I had always been a little skeptical about healing. Recently on a visit to Cali, the things he recorded on his blog (Paulbennison.com)really began to excite me, as God revealed his awesome power to me in a way I had not understood before. I began to ponder on my own healing, did I really have to face more surgery or could God possibly be interested in healing me? I started to claim healing.
As I had a bout of Atrial Fibrillation in September, my appointment with my consultant was brought forward. My G.P. was sure that during my last op. to burn away the nerves affecting my heart, they had probably missed a bit and I might need a repeat procedure. Anyone who regularly reads this blog will know that I certainly didn’t want to go through that a third time if I could avoid it. The day before I was due to go up to Glasgow, a 200 mile round trip, I was talking to Paul on line . When he heard about my intended travel he wrote this ,
‘ll pray for you, Jenn… you’ve done more than your fair share of hospitals and surgeries, and it’s time for them to stop, huh…? So, be healed, Jennifer! – in the name of Jesus, from your highest hair to longest toe nail…all points south of your hair, no more infirmity, sickness, pain, fear, time away from Cliff and the family…. I command healing to you, Jenn, and HEALTH, in Jesus’ Name, for the rest of your days… Lotsa love for tomorrow, tell ’em where to go if they want to book you in again… if it’d ever help (not that I personally can heal anyone!) I’d love to pray for you over the phone!… Meantime, BE HEALED, IN THE NAME OF JESUS.”
As simple as that, but it felt so right, a feeling that I could never explain to anyone. Just that I could not stop smiling. I shared what had happened with a friend at choir practice who looked at me as if I had gone a little crazy.
I caught the bus into Glasgow and got there at lunch time, it was over a 2 1/2 hour journey, so I nipped into Buchanan Galleries eatery for a bowl of Chinese fare. It was so over cooked it tasted like chicken paste. I noticed with amusement that the Chinese people on the table next to me had opted for Burger King.
I had Googled directions for the walk from the City Center to the Hospital so I headed up the road. The first direction said “Go north.” I had no compass ,so which way was North? I wandered vaguely in the right direction and asked a couple of students who didn’t really have a clue. So with a quick message directly north, upwards,I asked for a bit of help.Hundreds of folk were lining the footpaths but I felt drawn to stop a woman who looked like a walker, boots ,rucksack and a good stride. She not only knew where the hospital was she said , but she was going to the same building as me for an appointment. As we walked we talked, she had traveled down from Oban, about 40 miles north of where I live, and worked a little way from where I do my weekly shop. She originated from Kent and a village about 30 miles from where I grew up. We had a lot in common and chatted like old friends. All her family were in the South of England (as are most of mine) but there seemed to be no one who was around to listen to her fears about her impending appointment.
We went our separate ways and I waited in the stifling Cardiology Outpatients for almost an hour. I eventually got to see my Consultant and was ready to tell her that under no circumstances was I going for any more surgery. I sat down and she looked at the information supplied by my G.P. and looked at me.” I’m going to discharge you from hospital care”, she said. “I don’t think we need to see you again, and you can stop taking anticoagulants.” I had hardly opened my mouth, she hadn’t even taken my blood pressure. I just agreed and left. I was lost for words.
I found my back to the City easily and practically skipped all the way. I celebrated with a coffee and expensive carrot cake in Princes Square, marveled at the beautiful Christmas lights and made my way back to the bus station. I was waiting in the concourse when my walking friend turned up. I was able to sit with her and listen to her “not very good news” and hopefully gave her some comfort.She is a catholic but not practising as far as I could tell. I assured her that we both have the same Father and that she will be in my thoughts and prayers, and she will. Her name escaped me after she left for her bus, but I believe that we were meant to meet and I know that I can reach her at her workplace to give her support.
What a day, I had plenty of time to consider it all on the way home. I related it to my choir singing friend whose skin was covered in “goose bumps” by the time I had finished. We are fickle human beings, I cannot begin to describe the feeling that God would do this for me! I feel free and it is wonderful.
“Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all these things shall be added unto you.”
If he can do this for an old sceptic like me, what can he do for you, or my walking friend? We didn’t meet by accident.