Touchstone

Is there really God or Heaven?

Sometimes my faith becomes weak with such a question when a bad thing happens one after another, or cancer progresses despite prayers. In such moments, I look back to find God’s works in my life.

Getting married to George.

Two boys grew up overcoming close calls and disabilities.

My parents, who used to mock my faith, accepted Christ in their old age.

Being given a ministry of supporting international organ transplant families, through which I found God and deepened faith.

Being able to change the health insurance before the diagnoses of cancer, and many more.

Those experiences remind me that God exists, but the most significant touchstone is an experience of a healing miracle from hypothyroidism nearly 20 years ago.

Back then my family was attending a small Japanese church, and one day a healer came from Tokyo.

“Anyone who needs to be healed, please come to the front.”
Responding to his invitation, I stood in front of him.

He put his hands on my shoulder and asked me to pray silently with him. I closed my eyes and started praying that God would heal the hypothyroidism.

All of sudden, I felt like something warm was poured from my head and that was running through my body all the way to the toes. At the same time, my body became warm and all muscles relaxed so I could not stand any more, and fell down into the arms of his assistant, who was standing behind me, and was laid down on my back on the floor. The warm wonderful feeling lasted 2-3 minutes, and then disappeared as if nothing had happened.

A few weeks later, as I went to see a doctor, he told me that all numbers of the lab were now normal and asked me with a surprise what had happened. What I could think about was only the healer’s prayer. As I said so, the doctor said, “ Sometimes such things happen,’ and told me to come back next month just in case. Next month, the lab result was all normal again, and I was told that I would not need the medicine any more and I was cured.

The Bible talks about anointing oil to heal or bless someone, also of the Holy Spirit coming down to the disciples to allow them to perform miracles. I feel like I experienced the anointing oil.

Actually when I was diagnosed with cancer, I looked for this pastor wishing for the healing prayer again.
I finally found him, who was still preaching at a small church in Tokyo. I emailed him, but could not get a reply.

“ My Grace is sufficient for you,”—(2nd Corinthians 12:9)

God was telling me so, I thought, and stopped pursuing it.   Whenever I’m tempted by doubts, however, this experience denied them and brings me back the faith.

Writing so far, the memory of the healing became so vivid that now I feel God so close, as if I were in His arms.
Overwhelmed with tears of joy and gratitude, I can’t see the letters any more.

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