A woman came in and said she’d just left hospital. She was pregnant and had been suffering pains. They had checked her out for ectopic pregnancy, appendicitis and other things, but found nothing apparently wrong, so sent her off home.
I could see she was still in pain; she said she was, and she was rocking back and forth in her chair trying to manage it. I said “we are Christians and we pray for people. Would you like me to pray in Jesus’ name for the pain to go ?” She said “yes, please”.
I asked if I could hold her hands and she agreed. I thanked the Lord for his healing and basically spoke to the pain and told it to go. I asked how she was. She replied that the pain had started to diminish. I shared the illustration of how, if you go the Doctor and he prescribes two weeks worth of pills, you don’t just take one and throw away the rest. She agreed that was silly, so agreed my suggestion of more prayer. We continued for another minute by which point her food parcel was ready and she had to sign for it. She said the pain was now much improved and, as she went out with her food, she said “thanks very much”.
A guy I recognised came in for food. As he chatted about his life he told me he had been in 22 children’s homes from the age of 2 until he was 18. From a young age he had become increasingly violent and recalled smashing every single window in one house at the age of 5. He gradually became more and more violent and disturbed as the years went on, relying on and trusting no-one. Fortumately, he said, he’d never gone to prison
He told me he had been a priest in a local Satanic temple but was in the process of turning his back on Satanism and exploring Christianity. He was in the middle ground, so his old life was not causing him too much harm at present. I told him that things would get much worse when he had fully turned to Jesus and was serving him. He realised that, but reckoned it held no terrors for him. He had been there and done it all, so knew the way things worked. He had become disillusioned with Satanism and said it was like being on a treadmill – from first thing in the morning you’re on the go all the time. Some people might find it exciting, but it had worn him down. The way he described it, I could see there was no peace in it for him. I shared some of my testimony with him, and he could relate to some of the things I said. I also told him of my encounter with the reality of God’s love, and how Jesus had appeared to me on one occasion in my bedroom.
He had started attending a local church and they were giving him some practical jobs to do. He said one of these was restoring the original wooden cross that dated from when the church was built as a mission church over 100 years ago.
I told him about Doreen Irvine who had been “Queen of the Witches” in England at one time, but became a Christian. She had written a book “From Witchcraft To Christ” I offered to get him a copy and he said he would like to read it. He gave me his details and I said I would send a copy on to him. He had some questions about the Bible and we chatted about these for while. He is due to start an Alpha course in a couple of weeks time.