I was very ill with either a cold or flu, or maybe some other
contagious pre-school disease.
I lay in bed, in great pain from ear-ache, as my mother, unknown to me,
called a Christian faith healer friend. She spoke with her for some time, then put the phone down, and turned to walk up the
stairs to my second flood bedroom.
Lo and behold, just as she did that, my pain ebbed, and my illness began
to disappear. The timing was matched almost tt the exact minute.
As Mom walked up the stairs, the pain
began to go away. It was an extremely sharp and noticeable pain, as ear-ache, to me, is like tooth-ache.
"She
prayed for you," said Mom.
"I'm okay now!" I said, still with a temperature, and a now a believer
more than ever of the Biblical miracles we learned at Sunday School.
Miracles were everywhere. Not just
to be held in a church, they travelled by telephone wires as well, into the heart of your home.
