There is always a risk you take when people openly share their testimonies for the world to see. It was part of the reason why it took so long for me to write this. I told my host families how I was traveling and wanted to share the testimonies of God’s people doing extraordinary things for His glory. I wanted to share these stories for people back home to read… to other travelers I would meet on the road.
The biggest thing that was difficult for me was what I should share of this family’s testimony and if there were some points to leave out. The more I thought about it, the more I thought about what God would want me to do…
He would want me to share all of their testimony – not just a sample as if from a sneak peek into a book or a clickbait title to draw readers in.
When it comes to God and being on-mission, it’s not about being conniving or manipulative to sway people to believe what you believe nor to lure people in.
It’s about sharing His story. God sent us into the world to deliver a message – not to save it. But also, with this message, He sent us into this world to love others as Christ did.
What God asks us to do seems simple enough because it is. We don’t see it simply because we live in the world. We let the world overwhelm us instead of letting the peace of God protect us. We get lost in the battles that inevitably will come and forget we are on God’s side. “If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Romans 8:31). My host family showed all facets of their life. How their struggles were real because living in the world is a battle – a test of faith. I saw their struggles with their oldest daughter and her doubts of the existence of God. It was heartbreaking to see how great of faith my host family had, and yet they battle the same struggles as anyone else.
Even after so many miracles, Patricia not only faced battles at home; she also faced ridicule.
When word spread about Patricia being cured of leukemia without treatment, the news spread. It spread so much that one day, Patricia received a knock on her door.
Patricia opened her door. Several doctors stood on her porch – 10 of them – asking if they could come in to ask her questions.
Patricia welcomed them in, questions included.
“Who is your guru?”
“How have you been healed?”
The doctors stood incredulously, wondering where and what was Patricia’s miracle cure. They wanted to know.
Patricia responded back to them:
“Do you really want to know?”
Patricia asked all of them even when the incredulity was rote in their expressions.
“Do you really want to know the secret?”
Patricia pointed to a book on the table.
“This is the secret. It’s here in this book.”
Patricia showed them the book. It was the Bible.
The doctors looked at Patricia incredulously again.
“No. Really. Who is your doctor? Who is the guru that cured you?”
The doctors were still skeptical. They dismissed what Patricia had to say as insane.
“It is true. This is the secret: what’s written in this book. Christ had cured me of my cancer.”
By this time, the doctors had dismissed her response as crazy. They thought she was mad to believe that there was a God that could cure maladies like magic.
But it wasn’t magic. There was no guru. There was no doctor.
The doctors didn’t see God as the answer to what they sought for. They couldn’t accept that God could be a possible reality. And so, the doctors stormed off and left Patricia’s house, unsatisfied with the real answer.
To the doctors, the talks of Christ were rantings of the crazed… the mentally unstable…
The reaction from the doctors would seem like a defeat, but it wasn’t.
This was a victory. Patricia shared the truth – the reality – on how she was cured. Maybe for some of the doctors, it was completely mad. But there is still the hope that the truth penetrated some of their hearts to the core.
The true secret that Patricia shared with the doctors would at least open a door to some of them… open a possibility for them that God could be a reality.