I came in to 39th St. a week ago Saturday, St. Patrick’s Day, and London and Markus prayed for me. My lovely wife couldn’t leave the apartment. We prayed for her and for the same things for me as two weeks before – the effects of probably a stroke – and this time, more so for painful arthritis and possibly fasciaitus (sp?) in both feet. Well, during the prayer, a very strong surge of God’s love power flowed through their hands and filled my entire body. After they were finished praying, Markus asked me, “Did you feel that?” How could I not? He suggested I just accept it, and I almost forgot my walking staff as I left. Walking across town, on St. Patrick’s Day, was a bit of a trial because of crowd control. I saw an art show, I felt better, but life was pretty much the same. Monday morning though, my feet were immediately different at the beginning of the day. Not only did they no longer hurt, but they worked with a freedom that was completely new. The toe joints all move. The plantars are no longer in such tension that it feels they’ll snap. The ankles comfortably rotate to all angles.
I’ve searched in my vocabulary for words to describe this. I call my feet Born-Again Feet because they are not the same as they were years ago, before the disease. They’re an up-grade. At work, I’ve said it’s like walking on clouds when the clouds squeeze up between my toes like mashed potatoes. Each step is truly enjoyable, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. And not only are my feet new and born-again, but my experience in life is transformed in a way that will play-out in time. The first healing of me, at Vineyard in 1982, The Lord set up circumstances and a cast of thousands to heal me. This time He went right into my body and changed it, never to be the same again. Now I’ve got Gospel Feet and had another encounter with Forever.
So – how can I say thanks?