It was a scorching hot July day in the middle of monsoon season. Village life can take a toll on you sometimes. The heat, bugs, dripping back sweat, and mud can be inescapable capturing all of my energy and thoughts causing me to forget why we are out there. I often lose my way and resort to internal complaining.


There was something about Reena. You know when you meet someone, and you can just see they have a longing for something deeper; it usually flows from their eyes. She came to us complaining about her hand not being able to stretch out properly, thus keeping her from being able to work. Although she spoke of her pain, she still flashed a bright sparkly smile. She runs a small tea shop in the outskirts of the village. “My fingers are pulling together like this, and I can’t use this hand at all. I can’t make my hand flat”, she explained to us as the rain continued to pour down around us.
In that very moment I knew I needed to pray for her, but I had fear. Deep and mounting fear. What if all of these high caste Hindus felt threatened, turned me in, called the police. I knew she needed Jesus and His healing touch, but my fear crippled me. I knew that praying with Reena in front of her large family in this tight-knit village would certainly reveal to them that not only did I follow Jesus, but that I am here to share Him with others. A big no-no out here.
Two days passed and I kept seeing Reena walk by on the muddy road in front of our house. One time she even held her hand up at me as if I had forgotten about her little problem.

“Greater Ones Than These?”
Many times, I am tempted to think that miracles are no longer important to Jesus. Afterall, we now have technology and modern medicine, we have science that can cure anything and everything can’t we? We are so self-sufficient and smart. But I believe that Jesus is deeply into miracles. Just go and read the New Testament when you are in doubt. Jesus is a mad man when it comes to miracles, healings, signs, and wonders. In fact, it seems as if healing people was one of the most important aspects of his own personal ministry. But still, many times, I have great doubt to lay my hands upon people in prayer.
My entire paradigm changed one day when I heard a Christian say, “Perhaps you have never seen God’s healing power, or you have never seen someone raised from the dead because you have never begged Him for it desperately while praying over someone.”
Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever believes in me will do the works that I do, and will do greater ones than these, because I am going to the Father. And whatever you ask in my name, I will do, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask anything of me in my name, I will do it. John 12:12-14
The next day I asked her nephew who spoke perfect English if he would help me translate to Reena as we prayed over her. I was hoping for a small and intimate gathering to pray. But the Holy Spirit had other plans. As we faithfully laid hands upon her on her family’s mud patio, we inevitably drew a crowd and before we knew it there were about 20 people all gathered around in anticipation- most of them her family members.
“If you desire to be healed and you state that you believe in the healing power of Jesus and desire to receive it, then perhaps He will heal you, Reena. I believe it’s up to Jesus.” I explained to her. “But He loves you and He loves all of His children and desires what is best for all of us” I said.
We begged Jesus to heal her in His name and power because He is madly in love with His beautiful daughter Reena. The moment of prayer ended up being a great opportunity for us to meet her family (all of them) and for them to realize how much we cared about them.
Now every time I visit Reena’s tea shop, I remind her about how her hand used to be curled up and hurt, but now it seems to be healed. “Jesus loves you, Reena! He really does!” She always flashes that big sparkling smile. I have no clue if Jesus healed her, if He used our prayers, if her hand naturally healed on its own, or what happened to her hand. All I know is that it is now straight, and she smiles mightily as she prepares tea and noodles for her community.


Phillip Douglas, his wife, and children are missionaries with Family Missions Company and are currently serving in Asia. To learn more about their mission, to support, or to learn more about Family Missions Company click below. https://www.familymissionscompany.com/project/plb/


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