Mister… thanks for praying for my mommy.

It a was slower Saturday morning when the man stopped in to grab a couple of drinks. He was telling me that the bought and flipped houses and that they were only two homes away from having their dream house. During the conversation he also told me of how his wife had been stricken with lime disease a couple of years before and had been mostly incapacitated because of it. I came out from behind the bar and told him that what I was about to ask him was a bit unorthodox. “Are you a Christian”” I asked. He said, “yes… me and my wife both.” I told him of how in the scriptures Paul calls us citizens of heaven and how Jesus told us to pray that it would be on earth as it is in heaven. I explained that there are no people in heaven with lime disease so that’s how we were going to pray. He said, “okay” with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. We prayed a short 15 second prayer, “Jesus, we plead your healing blood over his wife. You told us to pray let it be on earth as it is in heaven. There are no sick people in heaven with lime disease. She is citizen of heaven. Let it be on heaven as it is on earth and there be no lime disease in her body. In Jesus’ name amen.” He looked very touched and blessed and went on his way.

About six weeks went by the same man came into the store. I was working on something with my head down when I heard a manager ask the man, “Can I help you sir?” “I’d like to speak to him,” he said pointing at me. It was busy and My manager, a Muslim barista, and the other customers were all listening when he said with tears in his eyes, “I came in six weeks ago and you prayed for my wife. She had lime disease for two years and has not been able to play with my daughter and just be a mom. Since the day you prayed for her she has been a new woman and has not one symptom of lime disease in her body.”

A few more months went by and a little girl came up to me at the store and said, “Hey mister…” I looked down to see this cute little five or six year old girl. ”Yes, sweetie,” I said. “thanks you for praying for my mommy.” She turned and ran back to her dad. He looked at me never approached me but again with a grin on his face and teary eyes he mouthed the words thank you.

It was that moment that I realized that there was a good chance that many of the children that ran to Jesus to hug him could have been thanking him for healing their parents, making them see, walk, hear, or even raising them from the dead.