Do you believe in miracles? YES!
That famous line from Al Michaels during the 1980 Olympic hockey game took on new meaning for me after what I experienced a few weeks ago at Crossroads Church. Simply put, I believe I was healed.
The backstory: I injured my left knee during a basketball game in my freshman year of high school. I was tripped, fell awkwardly while holding the ball, and all my weight came down on my knee. I missed the rest of the season and, if we’d had the means, likely would have seen a doctor or needed surgery. From that point on, my knee was unstable. It would reinjure easily, especially during basketball or sand volleyball. While the pain wasn’t constant, playing too long would leave me limping, and at times you could even hear my knee clicking as I walked. I relied on a brace and avoided hard surfaces as much as possible.
That changed on Tuesday night.
I didn’t go to church seeking healing for myself. I went to support my wife and pray for her healing, which I still deeply desire. After praying over her, she encouraged me to be prayed for as well. During the prayer, I felt warmth in my knee and sensed God’s presence in the room, but I didn’t think much of it since I wasn’t in pain at the time.
Then we went to Florida—and I played pickleball. A lot. In the past, playing that much would have left me hobbling. This time, I played every day for at least two hours with no pain at all. No limping. Nothing. Even now, part of me can hardly believe it.
Why was I healed and not my wife or others? I don’t know, and I may never fully understand. I would have gladly given up my healing for someone else who is struggling more than I was.
What I do know is this: God heals. God restores. God listens. Prayer works. And my faith has grown.
My hope is to pray more boldly and believe that miracles and healing are available to far more people than just me on a Tuesday night.
