Monday, March 13, 2006

The Healing Service

Last night, our church hosting a healing service. They followed the tradition order of worship for United Methodist churches. It was my first time ever experiencing a healing service of this nature, and it had a profound effect upon me.

First, the liturgy was simple and brief. The sanctuary was lit by candles. Our pastor gave a brief testimony about healing from a heart attack, and we sang just a few songs. He also told us that God spoke to him last Thursday night. He woke up at 3 a.m. when God said, "Tell them to listen to Me. Then, be obedient to what I tell them." The group that gathered together were mixed ages; all seeking some sort of healing. Our prayer team coordinated the time, and they were prepared to join us in prayer as well.

Towards the end of the night, we lined up as if we were taking communion. The pastors stood with a small chalise holding oil. They annointed our heads and whispered the words, "May you be brought to healing and wholeness, mind, body, and soul, by the power of the Holy Spirit." The room was silent except for their words. No one rushed through the line.

Seeing that line of people was beautiful. A few elderly friends needed help walking to the front of the church. The teenagers decided to walk up together. A few dear friends with existing medical conditions cried as they made their way forward. Others cried over broken hearts and hurt relationships.

After receiving the annointing oil, people moved to the altar for prayer. Someone from the prayer team quietly stepped behind them and prayed. The altar was crowded with those seeking healing. Family and friends came down together, offering support to one another.

The altar experience was fascinating to me. Something literally happened to us last night. People were displaying genuine affection for one another; no one was too timid to touch another person. Husbands and wives held each other as they prayed. They shared a kiss when they returned to their seats. Prayer team members laid hands on others while praying. When someone felt a hand on their back, many would reach back and hold it. They did not even know who was praying for them. People sat in the pews with heads laid over on someone else's shoulder or holding the hand of the person sitting beside them. The strangest part is the phenomena that no one else seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary about everyone's behavior. It was completely natural.

God healed us last night; I am convinced of it. I don't know what happened individually, but our church family fell in love with Him and with each other.

3 Comments:

Blogger Kathryn said...

That's lovely to read, and a gift at the end of a long day. Bless you for sharing it

3:26 PM  
Blogger SingingOwl said...

Wonderful!

My Ordinary Time book post, one of them, is about a recent healing service at our church.

It was different than yours (wow) but I too felt that something profound happened in our congregation.

Thank you so much for sharing this!

3:02 PM  
Blogger samantha said...

You're right, Caroline, it was just that way. Wasn't it just amazing? Such peace-- the room was saturated with His presence. Just beautiful.

3:51 PM  

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