As the lights came back up, the first three people had not been able to walk, but something had come over them and they were now spry and limber. While they stood to tell the Reverend how Jesus had cured them, the wheelchair in which they had been riding was carried onto the stage. In each case, the Reverend put his hands on the person’s head. Said a prayer and pushed the person backward. In each case, the person fell backwards into the arms of somebody, obviously on Taylor’s staff. In each case they would be lifted back onto their feet. As he third man who could not walk almost jogged off the stage the Reverend was told the next man was deaf in one ear and had arthritis in his hands. As they led the poor unfortunate to the center of the stage, Frank could see it was Bill, Father Bill Damien had gone forward to be healed.
“And you are deaf in your right ear. Is that right, Brother.” Asked Taylor.
“Can’t hear a thing, Brother Taylor, been that way all my life.”
“You believe the lord can help you?”
“I know he can, Brother.”
“You got faith, Brother?”
“I believe, Brother Taylor.”
“You know Jesus can heal you.”
“Yas Sir, I know he can.”
Taylor stuck his finger into Bill’s right ear and prayed. At the end of his prayer, Taylor jerked his finger from Bill’s ear and pressed his forehead backwards. Bill fell into the arms of the catchers and was again lifted to his feet.
“You have arthritis in your hand?”
“Yas Sir, have for some years now.”
“You believe Jesus can cure you?”
“I believe it with all my heart, Brother.”
Taylor slapped Bill on the forehead and Bill fell backwards into the hands of the catchers. He was lifted up, Taylor slapped his forehead again, back in the hands of the catchers and once more to his feet.”
“Jesus works miracles, Brother.”
“Yes, he does, Reverend Taylor. Yes he does.”
At that point Bill just stood on the stage and watched Taylor “cure” a man with diabetes, a woman with rheumatism and a woman who had “bad blood”.
No comments:
Post a Comment