When I was in Cuba in 1995, I met Ramon Lopez,
who was a revolutionary leader with Castro.
He and his wife got into the ministry because of their son, now a pastor
in Miami. At age seven, he became an itinerant
preacher. As they transported him all
over, their hearts were touched. And they gave their lives fully to Jesus.
Even in
their 80’s as I sat talking to them, their passion for the gospel was undiminished.
Lopez shared the story of how three years ago, a vehicle
had run over and crushed his feet, tearing the muscle from the bone.
Rushed to the hospital, the doctors gave him
no hope of ever walking again. They were simply too mangled.
Lopez prayed, “Oh Lord, these feet are yours, they are the feet you have proclaimed
‘blessed’ because they bring good news.
Heal them, Lord, so that I can serve you again.”
Miraculously, God answered his prayer. Muscle grew back and reattached to the bone!
The doctors were stunned and later held a seminar
to discuss the unheard of phenomenon of muscle spontaneously growing. Now, even as a very old man, Lopez continues to walk miles to preach the
gospel.
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Seth Barnes
I'm motivated to join God in his global reclamation project. He's on the move, setting his sons and daughters free from their places of captivity. And he's partnering with those of us who have been freed to go and free others.
we serve a God who delights in doing things that men call impossible.I believe God will do anything according to His will if only we would go to Him in prayer. He is waiting for us to ask,and we will receive; knock, and it shall be opened; seek, and we will find.
Years ago as a young man I wanted to do something special for Lent, so I started walking one morning, on a pilgrimage per se, for the Love of God. And as I started walking, the snow fell and all seemed so pure and I was so joyful; I thought of how St. Francis must have felt, saying that true joy was doing something for the love of God.
Then as the sun sets and night drew near I prayed that the Father would give me some food…then as I reached a small town, I asked a lady where I could find a church to attend mass; she points to another road, 8 miles away, and then she asked me where I was from and said I must be tired after walking for so long and gave me some water and food. Then as I walked on, a man stopped and gave me a lift to the Church where Mass was just about to begin and since it was dark and the priest happens to drive to my college so he gave me a ride home. I am sure God our Father knows what we need, even before we ask Him. God bless!