Today I am Casting Stones

I had a couple of healings this week.

The day after my dad prayed for salvation, a package arrived from Amazon. I had ordered a rawhide hammer. This is a very heavy steel hammer that holds two rawhide faces. Very useful. The hammer came in a box.

I put the box on a kitchen counter about 4 feet off the floor, and it slipped off and fell on my left little toe. The heavy steel head of the hammer was in the end that hit me. The only thing between me and the hammer was thin cardboard. I was barefoot, and the floor is hardwood.

You might say it hurt.

Later on, my foot turned several different colors, including vivid blue, bright red, and purple. My little toe took the blow, but the colors spread over a wide area. Of course, I prayed a lot, and I started right after the hammer hit me. I always pray as soon as I receive an injury, and sometimes I don’t even curse first. The sooner you attack, the more likely you are to prevent problems from setting in.

I have a lovely photo of my foot, which I took in case I wanted to document a healing, but I will spare you. It would ruin your next meal.

Apart from the initial pain, it wasn’t that bad. I was able to walk without suffering, although I couldn’t wear one of my pairs of boots because of the swelling.

Early the next morning, I awoke with some pain, so I spent a good long time praying. I went back to sleep, and when I woke up, the colors in my foot were muted compared to the day before, and the pain was gone. I was no longer nervous when I walked without shoes. You know how that works. After you bang a toe on something, the thought of hitting something else is terrifying.

My foot still looks bad, but I have to work it pretty good to make it hurt.

Sometimes I quit praying after I get most of what I asked for. My foot wasn’t totally healed, but it was well enough to make me feel that I didn’t want to sit and pray any more. Maybe I should push for the full healing every time.

After I hurt my foot, I started having symptoms consistent with the presence of a kidney stone. I didn’t have pain. I had a strange feeling that I wasn’t well. You will understand if you’ve been there. I also had some other symptoms.

I wasn’t worried. If memory serves, this was my 6th stone. The first and second ones were not much fun because I didn’t know God very well. After that, God healed me consistently. I prayed in a church parking lot and felt one move, and then it passed. I prayed in church about another one, and I passed it in the men’s room. I prayed in church about the next one, and it also passed in the men’s room.

Last night I asked friends to pray for me, and I also drank 4 beers and a bottle of water to help things along. Beer is great for moving kidney stones. This morning the stone passed. I still don’t feel quite normal, but I suppose that’s to be expected when something has been poking at your insides for several days. I guess there could be more stuff lodged in there, but I doubt it. That has never happened to me before.

I know why I got the stone. I haven’t been drinking enough water. I drink purified water to prevent stones, but I tend to put off opening bottles because I don’t like going to the store and buying more. Kind of a counterproductive regimen.

I got healed, so I have a duty to glorify God. That’s why I’m blogging right now.

I hate going to doctors. I consider it proof of failure. God has healed me of lots of things, and it’s the correct way to get healed. He doesn’t charge. He doesn’t leave scars. There are no side effects. He will even show you why you had the problem in the first place so you can change and avoid future issues. Doctors charge too much. They screw up. They cause pain and humiliation. You know how it works.

Doctors tend to be very patronizing. They talk to patients as though they were mentally retarded. As a person of faith, I don’t want to put myself in situations where I end up discussing prayer and demons with doctors. They don’t know the first thing about the supernatural.

Tell a doctor you’ve seen a spirit, and he will diagnose you as insane, and a judge will back him up. A modern shrink wouldn’t hesitate to put Jesus in a mental institution. He talked to spirits and claimed he worked miracles. I don’t want to be around doctors unless I have to. They live in a different world, and it’s a world of blindness and delusion.

It always disturbs me when Christians say, “God will use doctors to heal you.” Okay, yes, that happens. But it’s not divine healing. Divine healing is miraculous. If a Christian has to go to a doctor to get help, it means he failed to get the supernatural healing which is his inheritance. Surgery and drugs aren’t “miracles,” because man can take credit for them.

Life is hard because we rely on carnal tools instead of getting supernatural help. Christians aren’t supposed to work 12-hour days at jobs they hate. They’re not supposed to push themselves. Hard work is a curse, and it takes you away from God. It makes you a prisoner who can’t respond to God when he calls on you, and it makes it very hard for you to spend adequate time in prayer.

The worse your relationship with God is, the more you will have to rely on weak, carnal tools. Your enemies are spirits, and they use powerful supernatural tools. It’s as if you’re going up against a machine gun with a wooden spoon. A Christian should never brag about working hard. It’s like bragging about paralysis or deafness. Besides, God hates bragging.

God told me this: we become arrogant through striving in the flesh. I also heard this while I was praying the other day: “You fought for David.” Remember the story about David witnessing the spirit army that fought his enemies? We are not supposed to fight alone.

God wants us to have supernatural tools that make life easier. When we reject them, we have to use carnal tools. If you don’t have a machine gun, pick up your wooden spoon and do your best, but you should be looking for the machine gun. All of us should be looking for supernatural healing. It beats spending a lot of money and being cut up, pierced, rectally violated in front of strangers, and drugged.

Elisha was ill when he died. I don’t know what happened, but my guess is that he had some sort of iniquity that opened a door. He was able to heal others and raise them from the dead, so he should have been able to heal himself. If I can do it, surely he could.

I hope I don’t have any healings this coming week. By that I mean I hope I don’t need any. Protection is better than healing, any day.

I was about to wrap this entry up, but there is more. Danged if I didn’t just pass another stone. Maybe there are more to come. Anyway, they’re emerging.

If you feel like praying for me, I would appreciate it. I hope I never see another urologist or x-ray technician.