Healthy, Wealthy & Wise? (Epilogue)

You read how I blogged ... this is how I actually acted

I decided to post this as an epilogue to my previous blog on God the healer. For all that I had written about my theoretically, what would I really do when I fell sick? 

Fever, Chills and Shivers... but it's pain that started the prayers

For once I knew when I fell sick exactly. It was during an online lecture I was attending at midnight on Tuesday. I started coughing and my throat felt strange. I woke up Wednesday morning with my body aching all over. "Must be that too small chair I sat on for the one hour lecture", I thought. Then the fever, chills and shivering came, my teeth was chattering even though the air-con in my room was not turned up high.

The description was quite classical for a viral fever. But what was disturbing were these unexpected and repeated stabs of pain on the left side of the back of my head. I could not explain why I had these. I thought of several possibilities but none really fit.

Through this I must confess, I prayed little, thinking that it's a viral fever. don't be a baby, you know it'll go away in a few days. On Friday I thought 'what if it were dengue?'. So I went for a blood test and surprisingly, the test was completely normal, not even a sign of infection.

I Finally Start Praying

On Saturday, the fever went away on but the pain in my head still persisted. Stab, stab, stab - a few times every hour. What could it be? A viral neuropathy? Swollen lymph nodes? Muscle spasm? The medical roulette spun but nothing really fit... I started to get a bit worried and the pain was extremely irritating. Only then on Saturday evening did I start praying.

At church we've been taught that God can give indication to the congregation through specific words describing the illness and specific individuals.

Honestly, I've had a healthy skepticism of receiving and releasing of these words of healing from God. You see, God and I, we keep things simple between us. When I'm sick I tell God, "I'm miserable, I want to get well; and can you please make it quick?" (My wife has 4 children to take care of, she doesn't have much time to listen to me whine). I don't really know much about this healed by a 'released word'. But even in my pain, I couldn't keep that skeptic in me at bay.


As I prayed, I told God if I am to believe in this, He should give a word to somebody at service on Sunday that would describe exactly the pain I had and exactly where I was sitting at service; and that when the word was released, I was to be healed immediately. 


I don't always get an immediate answer from God but sometimes I do; and this was one of those times. I could almost feel God roll His eyes at me (no disrespect intended) that I would try to make something that was so simple become so complicated between us. God said "Come on Chi Hong, you know that these types of messages are not meant for you. You want the pain to be gone, right? There, it's gone."


God Heals - He doesn't just say He wants to, He does!

And it was! I immediately felt a loosening on the back of my head and I knew the pain was gone. I'm ashamed to say that my first reaction was to try to remember when was the last time I took my pain killers. Were they kicking in just at that point in time? But it's been one night, one morning and one afternoon now. I've not had to take any medicine and the pain's gone. 

There was no word released for healing today at service but I can tell you I put all my gusto into worshiping God. What happened was something special between God and me. I know God got the last laugh (as He always does) but I can't help smiling too every time I think of this. Thanks God, you really made my day.