Seventeen people had showed-up at Zion Church for the street ministry. Kevin had us spend some time practicing giving words of knowledge and prophecies before we went out. I was selected as the person people would prophesy over. There were several prophecies spoken but one of the people, a visitor from California, asked me if I had ever been in a car accident where I badly hurt my shoulder. I assured him I hadn’t. His wife then said I think he is going to meet someone tonight who fits that description, and that is just what happened.
A young man, Mike had caught a ride with me from Zion Church to Portage Place, and during the short 8-minute drive we took turns praying. Our primary prayer theme was requesting Divine appointments. When we arrived at the parking lot and saw all the people milling about on the street, I was so excited to be back ministering on the streets after having missed the last two weeks. I was full of expectation anticipating how Jesus would be releasing His Kingdom. It was so good to be back on the streets.
We were among the first to arrive, and we were greeting Gaylene who meets us at Portage Place on Thursday nights. We had barely said hello when a young lady came down the escalator, spotted us, and said, “Gaylene, I need prayer.” Yvette was an acquaintance of Gaylene’s. Her story was that 2 days ago she had been mugged near Portage Place. Two construction workers stopped the mugging and retrieved her purse, but she had fallen and hurt herself in the process, and she said she was traumatized. We thanked Jesus that she didn’t lose all her money and plastic, we prayed for her physical pain, and we prayed the trauma off of her. We know that trauma can also result in negative spiritual activity, so we closed that potential portal to the enemy.
We then recognized most of our crew had arrived, and several of them were already engaged in prayer situations. As a team leader, I invited 4 others to join me, and I headed into the food court.
I spotted a lady named Delia that my grandson, Chris, Mel, and I had prayed for on May 19th. She had a stroke and couldn’t move her left arm, and after we prayed she could lift it over her head. Last night when I tried to engage her in conversation she was having trouble understanding English (there was no inkling of that the last time we met – she understood us very well). A friend was sitting with her who helped interpret from Oji-Cree. She said she didn’t really remember me or the prayer time until I mentioned my grandson and then she began to remember. I asked her if she could still lift her arm over her head, and she lifted it to show me. I asked if she would like prayer for her legs. She said she was open to prayer, that people often prayed for her, but first, she wanted to know what kind of Christians we were. They didn’t understand non-denominational, so I mentioned two Full Gospel First Nations Pastors, who are brothers that I know (Robert and Raymond McLean). They knew them, and that was good with them. So she had one more question, “Do you believe in the Trinity”? I assured her we did. She then said she wanted prayer for her diabetes, not her legs. I had a 14-year-old boy named Zachary on my team so I called him over to pray. She was pleased with that as she has a 15-year-old grandson also named Zachary. We are not sure of the prayer results, as there are no immediately visible signs of being healed of diabetes. Here’s the strange thing, once we were praying for her she fully engaged in conversation with us without the need of the interpreter.
After that, my team seemed to scatter in all directions, and I engaged with two other people whom I had met and prayed for on past visits. One of them didn’t really want to talk to me, and the other one talked and talked.
We had arrived at PP late and it was already after nine. I was beginning to debrief with some of the crew when we noticed a man with a walker come in the back door. I approached him and asked about his condition. His name was John. He said he was the victim of a hit and run in 2005 and he badly damaged his shoulder and his hip. The prayer team members and I looked at one another knowingly – accident, shoulder – this was what the earlier prophecy was about. We were filled with faith, and knew we would be praying with a lot of confidence. His pain was at a 7 he said. We prayed and it dropped to 3. We prayed again and it dropped to 0. We then asked him to try walking. He did and said his walking was somewhat better, but he had a severe limp. Chris asked him to sit down and he checked his leg lengths – one leg was about an inch shorter than the other. Chris led in prayer and his leg lengthened about a half inch. He tried walking again and his limp had improved greatly, and he confirmed he still had no pain. It was near 10 when the mall closes, so we asked him to meet us next Thursday and we would continue praying for him. He said he lived over on Osborne and had no bus fare so we gave him some cash, and bought him a take-out as he said he was hungry.
While I was with Delia, another team member, Brad, (along with his 9-year-old daughter, Hannah) led an elderly man to the Lord in the food court.
Update on Elizabeth the lady from May 5th. This is the lady whose blind eye was healed the first time I was out on the streets. This is also the lady who had a stroke and was in a wheelchair that we were praying for when the Shaman (who became a medicine man for Jesus) interrupted us. Kevin said he had run into the whole family in the park 2 weeks ago. He noticed the empty wheelchair, had bags of groceries sitting on it. He asked, “Where is Elizabeth your grandmother?” They answered she was visiting some friends on the other side of the park. “Doesn’t she need her wheelchair?” he asked. “No, she doesn’t need it anymore, we just use it for bringing things home from the store.” Isn’t that amazing! Thank you Jesus for healing Elizabeth and for letting us know she was healed.
I am already excited about next week. I wonder what Divine appointments we will have. What an awesome ministry – just blessing people with Jesus’ love.