I’LL never forget that day. I was praying in my spiritual director’s chapel before the Blessed Sacrament when I heard in my heart the words:
Lay hands on the sick and I will heal them.
I trembled in my soul. I suddenly had images of devout little women with doilies on their heads clamoring around, crowds pushing in, people wanting to touch “the healer.” I shuddered again and began to weep as my soul recoiled. “Jesus, if you are really asking this, then I need you to confirm it.” Immediately, I heard:
Pick up your bible.
I grabbed my bible and it fell open to the last page of Mark where I read,
These signs will accompany those who believe: in my name… They will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover. (Mark 16:18-18)
In an instant, my body was inexplicably charged with “electricity” and my hands vibrated with a powerful anointing for about five minutes. It was an unmistakable physical sign what I was to do…