Personally, I’ve only witnessed one miracle immediate healing, though I’ve prayed for many who recovered over time. It was is in a little dinner downtown Houston. I met and took a homeless drug addict to lunch. He was so messed up he could barely put two words together. He also had terrible congestion. I walked with him into a little dinner at the base of some skyscraper, bought him lunch, and while sitting with him felt impressed to pray for his physical health. Prayed for him and he coughed up a wad of junk and spit it into a cup. It was nasty, but he could breath clearly. He looked at me and said, “Wow” and went back to eating. I noticed that people in the dinner got very quite and started listening in our conversation.
After sharing further for a few minutes, I then remebered and showed him the passage in James that speaks of asking for wisdom. Asked him if I could pray for him. He said yes. Took his hand and prayed. He jerked loose from me and started screeming like he was being shocked, holding his hands to the side of his head and shaking. After a couple of seconds/minuntes (I don’t know because I was so freaked out by his reaction) his eyes cleared. He looked at me and in complete scentences said, “I can think.” I replied astutely, “what?” He said, “I can think. I can think.” paused for a couple of seconds and continued. “5 years ago I OD’d on acid and fried my brain. And ever since then I have not been able to think clearly. Just like a lame man cannot walk and knows he cannot walk, I could not think and knew I could not think. But, I can think.” He went on to tell me that he was a believer but had gotten caught up in drugs and on the street.
Of course, everyone in the little dinner was now really listening. As we talked the waitress came over and said, “Sir, we couldn’t help but overhear what was happening and well, what denomination are you part of?” At first I couldn’t understand what she was getting at and asked her “what?”. She said, “You know, what denomination do you belong to?” And I understood she was asking a religious question like the woman at the well asked Jesus. I replied, “Oh, I don’t belong to a specific denomination; I just love Jesus!” She said “Oh.” Looked a little confused and walked away. Well, we continued to talk about Jesus for an hour or so, and if I remember correctly, no one left the dinner during that whole time but eaves-dropped on our conversation.
I paid the bill, went outside and was about to say good-bye when I noticed that his hands were shaking. You know, the drugy jitters. Anyhow, I asked him to hold out his hands and said, “Bro, you what you need?” He said, “What?” I replied, “Peace”, looking at his trembling hands. He said, “I sure do!” Grabbed my hands and said, “Let’s pray!” which struck me as very funny. Well, I began to pray and had an open vision. I saw a gold vase appear over his head and a clear golden oil began to pour over his body. Everywhere the oil touched, he stopped shaking.
After a few minutes, we looked at his hands and I said, “Now that’s awesome, isn’t it.” Talked a couple of minutes more and in closing I said, “Well, Fred, I don’t think we’ll see eachother on this side of the river again. But when we get to the other side, you’ve got to come over for dinner!” And we parted ways. It was a cool day!