Rev. Jose Rubio and I had traveled to Argentina. While in the northern part of the country, a crusade had been planned for the area around Rosario. A large arena had been secured, and the service was to be televised across the country. We had an amazing service, with several hundred coming to the altar to accept Jesus as their Savior. Those who know me well know that soul-winning has always been the passion of my ministry. Ministers have different callings and different ministry strengths, but that doesn’t mean God can’t use us to do whatever needs to be done at the moment.
That night, while hundreds were praying to be saved, I saw a man being brought to the altar in a wheelchair. Immediately, I felt in my spirit that God was going to heal him. I jumped off the platform and ran to him. It was easy to see his need. One leg was fully formed and normal, while the other was shriveled up and not much more than bone covered with flesh. I laid my hands on him and began praying. I fully expected him to be healed when I opened my eyes. To my great dismay, I was shocked to see that nothing had happened when I opened my eyes. It was unsettling to me. I knew I had heard the voice of God.
We were scheduled to leave early the next morning, but I got no sleep that night. I should have been rejoicing over the hundreds who accepted Jesus, but I could only see that one man who was not healed. A few months later, I was back in Argentina. A man approached me and asked, “Do you remember me?” I told him I was sorry, but no, I didn’t. He then said, “Do you remember the man you prayed for in the wheelchair at the crusade? All of a sudden, my ears perked up. I said, “I sure do.” He said, “I am that man.” He went on to say, “When I went to bed that night, my leg was as it had been all my life, but when I woke up the next morning, it was fully healed and as normal as my other leg.” I began to praise God with him for this great miracle. When we both calmed down a wee bit, I asked him, “How did you sleep through that?” You would think something that powerful would have awakened him. Of course, when God put Adam to sleep and removed a rib, the next morning, he was confronted with a fully formed woman. God can do a lot while we’re sleeping.
There are more personal examples I could use, but let me pause and ask you, what miracles have you experienced? You see, the skeptics are powerless in the face of experience. No one can ever make me doubt the night I accepted Jesus. I was there. I remember feeling like I was walking on air when Jesus lifted the guilt of my sins. I was there when my ribs were healed. I was there when God put new skin on my arm. I saw with my own eyes the man whose leg was made new. Maybe what this generation needs are more miracles. Can the dead come back to life? They can when a miracle happens. Can the raging waters of the Jordan River part so a nation can cross over? They can when a miracle happens. The problem with these so-called experts who tell us the Bible is not true is they have never experienced the miraculous. I believe in miracles because I have experienced them myself.
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