A young teenage boy approached us pointing at my walker. His name was Zack, and he wanted to know what medical condition was causing me to walk with difficulty. I gave him a simple explanation, a lesion on my spine, transverse myelitis, and he asked if he could pray for me. Looking into his eyes, I could see the kind of faith I knew God uses to work miracles, and it took me by surprise, seeing that I had been engrossed in my doctors' recent diagnoses of a life-time crippling condition that would never get any better. The concurring diagnoses clashed with my faith, and I have written quite a bit about that. When given a choice between believing a doctor's practiced estimate, or my faith in a miracle working Jesus, I choose faith hands down. Doctors are human. Jesus is God.
Zack prayed with us, and I was refreshingly shocked to find he was a Baptist... though I shouldn't have been. Many different denominations believe in healing now. We went on our way, but I haven't forgotten the light in his eyes. He had the love of God in his eyes. And, I haven't forgotten that a complete stranger asked to pray with me. That's a reassuring feeling.
For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. Psalm 139:13 This verse gives us the idea that God is in control of our central nervous system: the brain, spine, and system of nerve impulses throughout the body. The ancient Hebrews attributed this power of control to the kidneys, as in an essential organ, or the mind of a person. God created our central nervous system. He can heal the spine and repair nerve damage. He can heal paralysis. He covered our internal vital organs in our mother's womb with our skin and external body tissue. There is no part of our human body that is outside His control, and power to heal. I believe in miracles. I'm expecting. I see it with my Father's eyes.