Luke 13.10-11 On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all [niv]
I remember the first time I prayed and God answered. I was nine years old at the time, and a relatively new Christian. My Dad had stopped at a petrol station and while he was inside, I prayed a very simple prayer, “God please let Dad buy me an ice-cream, and I will serve you the rest of my life.” If I could go back in time, I would travel back to this day and grab that chubby nine year, look him straight in the eyes and scream, “ARE YOU CRAZY!” But sure enough, when Dad came back to the car, he wasn’t empty handed.
Then there was the time when I was a teenager, I asked God for a sign if He was real. The words had barely left my lips when the night sky lit up by a huge streak of lightning, followed within seconds by an almighty clap of thunder which shook the whole house.
There was also the time when I was pastoring my first church in Warrnambool, pleading with God to cover the church’s debt of $10,000. Within minutes of praying, I got up, walked out to the letterbox to find a bank cheque for $10,000 in the letterbox!
But there were other times I prayed and heard nothing.
Like the time I prayed for God to heal my Mum of lung cancer, but she died. Or the times I cried out to God to deliver me from... read more