charismatic healing meetings

Episode Three of the Life and Times of Keith Ross a Novel by Ken David Stewart

Episode Three

This morning Keith Ross was hoping that listening to Creflo Dollar’s message would help to improve his mood and provide him with some inspiration. He did attend a local church occasionally. but preferred to stay at home and watch services via the internet.

Keith had many TV preachers that he watched including Joel Osteen, Joseph Prince, Patricia King, Jim Richards and Todd Bentley. Many years ago he got introduced to the Charismatic stream of Christian theology through the influence of one of his old girlfriends.


He preferred to believe in a positive, motivating theology. He knew that there were more conservative feel theologies out there, but over the years he had become very disenchanted with them. Keith’s father had been a Baptist preacher who taught a very conservative view of the Bible and the Christian life. Keith had always thought that there had to be more to Christianity than this and his former girlfriend had shown him that that he could go much deeper in his relationship with God.


Keith wanted to believe that God loved him and wanted him to be blessed with good health and financial prosperity. He did not want to get rich. He only desired to get all his debts paid off death and to have enough money for a comfortable lifestyle.


The next morning Keith Ross woke up and felt miserable. It was another morning where he felt as if he had never slept during the night. He groggily got off his ragged, old, broken down couch where he slept most nights. He often fell asleep on the couch while reading or watching TV.


Keith frequently watched Fox News before he went to bed. When he was young man, he was very much a socialist, but as he got older, he began to see the negative characteristics of a totally socialized society. At first he wasn’t crazy about Donald Trump, but during the first six months of Trump’s presidency, Keith was starting to really admire the way the new president took tough stands on issues that he strongly believed in.


He got himself his favorite glass of water from the kitchen and began taking his massive regimen of medications and dietary supplements. Keith followed this with a bowl of Raisin Bran cereal. He’s actually preferred Frosted Flakes, but he had recently decided to be more careful about his food choices.

As soon as he finished his breakfast, Keith felt so tired that he lied down on the couch. After about five minutes had passed, he got up and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly. He promptly turned on the weather channel to check today’s forecast. The weather channel reported a high of 28°C with sunny skies throughout the day. He started to think about going for a bike ride. Keith looked up at his beautiful, black Giant mountain bike parked a few feet behind his flat screen TV.1111


Episode 5 of Chaos by Ken David Stewart

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Roger had a regular morning routine. On weekdays he would turn on his phone and wait for a call from the school division giving him a substitute teaching assignment for the day. Roger did not really want to accept an assignment today. He had just finished a three day assignment teaching English at Murdoch MacKay Collegiate. Roger had a good time teaching there as the class was reading and discussing F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel, The Great Gatsby. Although Roger had thoroughly enjoyed his time at Murdoch MacKay, he was getting older and felt like he needed a day off.

He also felt guilty when he spent too many days away from his writing. Roger wrote fiction novels and found that the writing process was very therapeutic for him. He decided that he would decline any teaching assignments for today and would spend the day working on his current writing project, a novel titled Winter Dreams.

Roger’s morning routine seldom varied. He would get up and boil some water for his Valentus coffee. Roger would then fill up a large glass with water. The glass that he used to wash down his medications was actually a large holder for flowers that he had purchased at Dollarama.

As he got older Roger appeared to be taking more and more medications. He had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder when he was in his late teens. His psychiatrist prescribed a cocktail of antidepressants. While drinking his coffee and taking his meds Roger would listen to one of his many Holy Bible audiobooks.

Roger had been a Christian since his late twenties. When he first got saved he was really just buying fire insurance. Roger simply did not want to go to hell. For almost three decades he really didn’t have an intimate relationship with the Lord. When Roger was in his early fifties he was introduced to Charismatic and Pentecostal theology through a co-worker. Since then he had been baptised in the Holy Spirit and received some of the spiritual gifts notably prophetic visions and words of knowledge.

“Pressing” In from The Unlikely Pastor Devotional by Ken David Stewart

Pressing In
What follows is another short message from my devotional, “Unlikely Pastor” by Ken David Stewart.
During the last month I’ve really been “pressing in”. From my understanding, “pressing in” in Christian charismatic circles means intensely seeking the Lord by whatever means necessary.
What does this look like? For some it could mean reading the Bible regularly and meditating on God’s Word. For others it can mean seeking God through soaking (lying down, listening to anointed music and allowing God to do his work in us). Others seek God through intense prayer sessions and quality time spent alone with the Lord. It can also mean time spent reading, listening to or watching videos by people like Patricia King, Katie Souza, Joel Osteen, Joseph Prince, Dr. James B. Richards, Todd Bentley and Bill Johnson just to mention a few.
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Lake Mariposa Chapters 48 to 60

Misty looked up at the sky and saw a quick flash of lightning. She looked up again and could see the Viking god, Thor grasping a large bolt of lightning in his hand and pointing it at her. Misty next heard an enormous clap of thunder. This time when she looked up at the sky she saw Thor racing across the sky holding on to a leash that controlled six rabid silver wolves. The distance between the sky and the ground appeared to be rapidly closing in on her.

Misty’s instinct directed her to run to the next thicket of bush and trees. When she had run about ten yards she was tripped up by some vines hanging on the ground. This caused her to bump her already lacerated head on a large stone further opening the wound. Misty tried to lift her head up to look at the sky but instead she lost consciousness.

As soon as Rick, Gypsy and Sasha started down the trail they thought that Misty had taken, they started calling her name but got no response. Due to the pouring rain they too slipped and slid down the paths into the woods. Rick ran ahead of the others but quickly turned around to see that Gypsy was right behind him. Perhaps the adrenaline rush was providing Gypsy with more athleticism than he normally possessed. After a few minutes they came to the large oak tree where Misty had struck her head. They could see a large blood stain on the tree and could see a puddle of blood diluted by the rain water.

“Misty’s hurt!” Rick yelled to his companions.

“She probably slipped and hit her head against the tree,” said Gypsy.

“Or has been attacked by a wild animal!” said Sasha who was starting to panic.

The group decided to continue searching for Misty by following another path. The path they chose appeared to have some droplets of blood diluted with

rain water giving it a pink washed-out look. The acid that Gypsy had taken was already starting to peak. The trees, bushes and brambles all appeared to have arms that were reaching out to grab him. Gypsy looked up and saw three different Mistys, looking very ghost like in appearance sitting high up in the tall trees. Fortunately for Gypsy he was very experienced with psychedelics having taken around a hundred acid trips. Three of these had been bad trips. He now knew how to use the part of his brain that could distinguish reality from fantasy. The rational part of his mind told him that that there was only one Misty, not three and that she was not a ghost.

Rick pushed through some thick brambles and could see a body lying prone to the ground about ten yards further ahead. “Guys, there’s a body lying face down just up ahead!” yelled Rick as he jogged towards the injured party.
As they all got closer to the body they could tell by the clothing that it was Misty. Rick was the first one to reach her. He began to survey the area as he was taught to do in a first aid course that he had taken at St. John’s Ambulance three months ago. A few seconds later Gypsy and Sasha joined him one on each side of Misty’s prone figure.

Fortunately, by this time, the heavy rain torrent had passed over them and there was now only a slight drizzle. The sun was starting to poke its head through a few clouds. Gypsy went down on one knee to make sure that Misty was breathing. When he heard her breathe, he next felt for her pulse in her carotid artery. Gypsy was greatly relieved to know that Misty was both breathing and that her heart was beating.
At this point Gypsy remembered that he should send someone to get help.
“Sasha, I need you to go find the festival doctor. Tell him that Misty is breathing and has a pulse but she still appears to be unconscious and is bleeding from a head wound,” he told her.

Rick and Gypsy both started asking Misty if she could hear them. They could hear a few moans of pain from Misty. She began to slowly roll over crying out in pain. She looked at her tee shirt and could see that it was covered in blood. The gash in her head was still open, but most of the blood had coagulated by this time. Rick took off his tee shirt and tore a piece off it. He

used the piece of his shirt to tie around Misty’s forehead. It was very likely that Misty had lost a lot of blood from her head injury.

After several minutes passed Sasha arrived with the young doctor. Lloyd was several steps behind, trying to catch up with them. The doctor knelt down beside Misty. He opened his black medical bag and pulled out a slim, black flashlight.

“Hello Misty. I’m Dr. Fields. Would it be okay if I examined you?”

Misty just let out a feeble cry.

“I’ll take that as a “yes,” said Dr. Fields with a smile. At this point it appeared that all Misty could vocalize was moans and grunts. The festival doctor tapped the bottom of Misty’s feet with his flashlight to see if she would respond. She let out another moan that seemed to indicate that she had sensation in her feet.

“I’m going to shine a light in your eyes now Misty. When I move it I want you to try to follow the light with your eyes,” the doctor instructed.
Misty was able to follow the light emanating from the flashlight. Misty then rolled over on her side and began to vomit. Mixed in with the yellowish discharge was bright, red blood encasing a part of a tooth, about a tablespoon’s worth.

“It looks like your sister is going to need to see a dentist after I find out how much damage there is to her head and body. The vomiting could be an indication of a possible concussion. On the other hand it may mean that she is going into shock. Could I borrow your blankets?” asked the doctor.

Fortunately, Sasha had carried their festival blankets with her. By this time Lloyd had pushed past Gypsy and was looking down on his injured daughter. “My God,” he screamed. “Is she going to be all right, doctor?”
Lloyd said this as if he was suffering from a terrible cold. His nose was all bandaged and he was starting to develop black marks under his eyes.

“Yes, I believe there is nothing life threatening in her condition but we are going to need to get your daughter to a hospital as soon as I am finished my preliminary examination. She will need to have some tests done,” answered the doctor. Dr. Fields then carefully untied the makeshift wrapping on Misty’s forehead. He then got some medical supplies from his black bag to help clean out the wound on Misty’s forehead.

“The wound on her forehead is going to require suturing when we get her to the hospital. I am more concerned, however, about the possibility of a concussion or a serious head injury,” said Dr. Fields. “We need to get this girl to a hospital immediately. I am going to call for an ambulance.”

In about twenty minutes an ambulance carrying four paramedics arrived in the woods where Misty lay. During the wait Lloyd, Gypsy, Sasha and Rick all tried to communicate with Misty by asking her questions. All Misty could offer in response was some garbled speech. At one point Lloyd violently confronted Gypsy. Lloyd grabbed Gypsy’s vest and briefly lifted him off the ground.

“This is all your fault you idiot!” yelled Lloyd with his face pressed close to Gypsy’s. “ You gave her that bad acid, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did, but she asked for it, man. I didn’t stuff the acid down her throat. Misty told me that she was eighteen and that makes her an adult, old enough to make her own decisions. And by the way, the acid wasn’t bad. I took some myself,” Gypsy shot back giving Lloyd a shove.

At this point Rick got between the two angry men. “Take it easy guys. This isn’t going to help Misty,” Rick said firmly.

Lloyd backed off and Gypsy moved away from him.

“Yeah, cool out guys. I have my hands full with one medical emergency already. I don’t need you guys shedding more blood,” added Dr. Fields.
When the paramedics started unpacking their medical bags Dr. Fields briefed

them on what had happened and his assessment of Misty’s present medical condition.

“The patient needs to be taken to the hospital immediately. She will need some scans of her brain. I believe that this girl suffered a concussion. I just pray there isn’t a more serious brain injury,” reported Dr. Fields.

The paramedics carefully loaded Misty into the ambulance by placing her on a stretcher. One of the paramedics asked Lloyd, “Are you the girl’s daughter?

“Yes,” Lloyd replied.

“We’re going to be taking your daughter to Winnipeg General Hospital. You can meet us there,” said the lead paramedic.

“We’ll go get my van and we’ll meet you guys at the hospital,” said Lloyd. After jogging to the van Lloyd opened the doors for Rick and Sasha.

“Can I come along with you guys?” asked Gypsy.

“No. If you really want to be helpful, man, just stay out of my daughter’s life,” Lloyd snapped.

Gypsy got the message loud and clear and walked away from the van.

“Lloyd, it might be better if I drive. You must still be feeling quite a bit of pain,” Rick offered.

“Thanks Rick. I probably shouldn’t be driving right now. I’m too upset about what happened to Misty,” said Lloyd gratefully. “If you and Sasha weren’t technically still on your first date I would say that you’d make a great son-in-law.”

After Lloyd said this they all broke out in laughter. It was a great release for their collective built up stress, anxiety and fear. However, for Lloyd the

laughter also increased the pain coming from his broken nose.

“I’m really scared, guys. The only speech from Misty was gibberish,” said Lloyd.

“We all are. All we can do now is wait,” said Rick, choking back tears.

“We could pray for her,” said Sasha. “I believe in God and you told me that you do too Rick.”

“I’m kind of an agnostic myself,” Lloyd offered, but I’d be more than willing to pray for Misty to get better.

“I’d like to, too,” said Rick.

“We’re all in agreement then,” said Sasha hopefully. “ Dad, pull over to the side of the road and we’ll all say a quick prayer for Misty. I know how to pray for healing. I’ve heard my mom pray for people to get healed many times.”

Lloyd pulled the van over to the side of the highway.

“First let’s all hold hands,” said Sasha taking the lead. “We need to all be in agreement when we pray. Okay, I’ll start praying,”Heavenly father, we hold up our sister, Misty to you. We ask you to pour your great love and compassion upon her. It says in your Word that ‘By His stripes we are healed.’ We ask you now to say the Word so that Misty will be healed. I know that physical healing is part of the atonement so we ask that you supernaturally restore Misty to full health. We ask this in total faith and agreement. In Jesus name, Amen.”

Lloyd and Rick both said, ‘Amen’ in unison.

“Wow, where did you learn to pray like that, Sasha?” asked her dad.

“ From watching Mom. She’s also taken me to some charismatic healing

services,” Sasha.

“What’s a charismatic healing service?” asked Rick.

“Let’ all get back in the van and I’ll explain it,” said Sasha.

They all got back I the van with Rick once again moving into the driver’s seat. For a few minutes there was silence and a strange feeling of peace in the van.

The passengers in the van were silent for a good ten minutes. Finally, Rick spoke up,” Sasha, you were saying some thing about some kind of healing prayer meetings. And what was the word you used, charismatic?”

“Yeah, my mom took me to a few meetings like that in California,” answered Sasha.

“So what happens in these meetings, exactly?” asked Rick.

“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain if you haven’t been to one or are not familiar with The Bible, but I”ll do my best to explain it,” replied Misty. She was actually grateful to talk about anything and stop worrying about Misty for a few minutes.

“Well, these healing meetings can either take place in a church or someone’s home or really anywhere for that matter. Usually the evening will start with a praise and worship band performing choruses or spiritual songs. The congregation will either dance, clap, sing a long or just sit and pray while this is going on. Then the pastor or spiritual leader will give the message for the evening. The message can go on from ten minutes to two hours depending upon the preacher and the move of The Spirit,” Sasha explained.

“The Spirit, what kind of Spirit?” asked Rick.

“The Holy Spirit. Like I said I’d have to go into a whole bunch of background

teaching before any of this made sense to you. It would be a lot easier to explain if we were actually in a charismatic healing prayer service right now,” answered Sasha.

“Well, okay. Let’s forget about The Holy Spirit for now. What happens after the preacher finishes the message?” asked Rick.

“Then the preacher or spiritual leader will usually ask the congregation if anyone needs prayer. He will ask people to come to the front of the sanctuary to get prayer.

“Wow, the more you talk about this Sasha the weirder it sounds,” said Rick.

Sasha laughed after Rick said this. “Well, you’re right. It does sound pretty weird until you’ve been to a few healing services, Rick.”

“How does the preacher know that a specific person in the congregation has a specific illness and what is a ‘word of knowledge’?” asked Rick. At this point he was trying very hard to understand what Sasha was telling him, even though he was completely baffled. Sasha answered a few more of Rick’s questions and then asked him to just have faith.

After about a forty minute ride Lloyd’s van arrived at the Winnipeg General Hospital’s parking lot. Lloyd, Rick and Sasha all rushed to the area marked Emergency. They could see an ambulance pull in as they got to the hospital’s entrance doors. They notified the receptionist that they were there for Misty. The hospital receptionist told them that Misty had been admitted about ten minutes ago and she would get a doctor to talk to them once he knew what Misty’s condition was. She asked them to have a seat in the waiting room.
Rick nervously started looking for something to read on the magazine table. He selected a recent issue of Sports Illustrated. Lloyd and Sasha opted to skip trying to read. They both just sat and waited nervously. There were about ten people in the waiting room. Some of them looked like they had been waiting a long time. Rick offered to get the others a coffee from the vending machines in the hall.

After approximately one hour’s wait a doctor walked into the waiting room and asked if he could speak to Misty’s father.

“Good evening sir. I’m Doctor Pauls. I have examined your daughter and have sent her for a brain scan. We were able to suture the wound to her head, but I am concerned about Misty’s garbled speech. We are checking for a possible brain injury. Could I ask you a question, sir?”

“Of course. Is Misty going to be all right, doctor?” asked Lloyd with a worried look on his face.

“We’ll know more after the brain scan. Try not to worry. Did your daughter take any drugs when you were at the rock festival?” asked Dr. Pauls.

“She took some bad acid,” Lloyd replied.
“LSD?” asked the doctor.


“Do you recall the time that she ingested the LSD?” asked Dr. Pauls.

“It was probably early this afternoon. Some creep she met at the festival gave it to her,” Lloyd answered.

“The reason I am asking is that the LSD may account for some of the symptoms your daughter is presenting. It appears that she may still be experiencing hallucinations,” explained the doctor.

“Well, an acid trip can last up to twelve hours,” said Lloyd speaking as one who should know. Lloyd had tried acid a few times in his life but didn’t really like the drug’s strong effects. It had made him paranoid. Lloyd much preferred the milder, mellowing effects of smoking marijuana.

“In approximately one more hour we should have the results from her brain scan. Don’t worry. I have assigned a nurse to sit in a chair beside Misty’s bed

to monitor her condition. I instructed her that if there is any change in Misty’s condition to alert me immediately. Why don’t you go to the cafeteria to get a coffee and I will give you an update you in about an hour,” said Dr. Pauls with a calm, reassuring tone to his voice.

“Thank you doctor. We’ll be back in the waiting room in about forty-five minutes,” Lloyd said.

While the doctor was talking to her father Sasha had gone to the nearest pay phone in the lobby of the hospital. She called her mother, Sheila’s, number.
Her mother picked up the phone on the second ring.

“Hi, honey. How are you enjoying your vacation so far?” asked Sheila.

“Well, it hasn’t been boring. I can say that much. Look, Mom the reason I’m calling is that Misty is in the hospital right now,” said Sasha with a quiver in her voice.

“Oh, my God, what happened to her?” asked Sheila sounding like she was choking on her words. Sheila was just about to go out to a Bible study.

“Misty had an accident. She slipped and fell and hit her head on a rock. The doctor was able to sew up the wound to her head but he is still keeping her under observation as he fears there may be some complications,” Sasha said checking to see if her father was still talking to the doctor.

“What kind of complications?”

“Well, Misty has been speaking in gibberish and appears to be hallucinating,” answered Sasha.

“Where were you guys when this happened?” asked Sheila beginning to sound very agitated.

“We have been at The Lake Mariposa outdoor rock festival for the past two

days. Dad took us,” said Sasha.

“Did Misty take any drugs when she was at the festival?” asked her mom.

“She smoked some weed but I think that a guy she met at the festival gave her some acid. The acid may have been contaminated,” said Sasha.

“So what’s happening right now?” asked her mom standing up now and beginning to pace while talking on the phone to her daughter.

“Well, Dad is talking to Misty’s doctor right now. I’m sure he’s getting an update on her condition.

“Look Sasha. I’m going to quickly drive to my Bible study where I have some great prayer warriors that can start praying for Misty. And Sasha. I want you to call me as soon as you get further updates on Misty’s condition.”

“I will Mom. I’m going to give you the phone number for Winnipeg General Hospital Emergency. I’m sure that Dad and I are going to be here for most of the night. I love you, Mom.” Sasha began to sob.

When Sasha had finished her phone call she saw her father walking away from the doctor. They met Rick in the waiting room.

“What did the doctor say about Misty?” asked Rick.

“Well, he doesn’t know very much yet. He said that he should get the result of the brain scan in about an hour and then he would be able to tell us more,” Lloyd answered.

“Did the doctor say that Misty would be all right?” asked Sasha.

“ He couldn’t answer that yet but he did ask if Misty took any drugs at the festival. He also said that when Misty tried to talk her speech was garbled and that concerned him,” Lloyd replied.

“I phoned Mom,” said Sasha.

“That’s who I thought you would be talking to,” said Lloyd. “So what did your mother have to say?”

“She said that she was going to her Bible study and was going to get some people there to pray for Misty. She asked me to call her immediately when we heard anything new about Misty’s condition,” said Sasha.

“Well, your mother has a lot of faith in God and in miracles. And that’s what we need right about now. But I know she’s going to blame me for what happened,” said Lloyd with a sigh.

“She didn’t say anything like that Dad,” said Sasha trying to comfort her father.

“Well, the doctor said that we should all go down to the cafeteria and get a coffee. This was probably be a long night. It’s been so long that we last ate that I’m actually starting to get a bit hungry,” said Lloyd.

“That sounds like a good idea, Lloyd. Sasha, are you getting hungry too?” asked Rick.

“Yes, I am. Plus I want to get out of that hospital waiting room for awhile. I can just feel the pain and anxiety coming from the people there.” Sasha replied.

Lloyd, Sasha and Rick all got themselves a coffee and a sandwich when they got to the hospital cafeteria.

“Well, Rick you’ve sure had some excitement with us this weekend,” said Lloyd.

“That’s for sure. I could do with a little less of an adrenaline buzz the next time I go camping with you guys,” Rick joked.

“ I’m amazed that you would even consider going anywhere with us again,” said Sasha.

“Ah, come on, you guys are already like a second family to me,” Rick said with a smile.

Lloyd was watching the clock in the cafeteria closely. When the forty-five minutes was up Lloyd told the others that it was time to get back to the waiting area of the emergency ward.

The group waited nervously for word from Dr. Pauls. After about ten minutes he arrived.

“Fortunately, I’ve got good news for you. I think Misty is going to be all right. The results of the brain scan came back and nothing abnormal was found. This is a good indication that there won’t be any permanent damage from Misty’s head injury. She did, however, suffer a mild concussion so I would ask that you keep a close eye on her for the next few weeks,” the doctor reported.

“Oh, praise God!” Lloyd said. Lloyd isn’t a Christian but these were the first words to come out of his mouth.

“Praise Jesus!” said Sasha in a loud voice.

“When can she go home?” asked Rick.

“We’ll keep Misty under observation for the rest of the night and the morning but if she remains stable you should be able to pick her up at about two in the afternoon,” Dr. Pauls answered.

“I better call Mom,” said Sasha. Sasha walked the short distance to the pay phone to call her mother.

“Hi, Mom. I’ve got great news. Dr. Pauls said that Misty is probably going to

be all right. He told us that the brain scan did not show any evidence of a permanent brain injury,” said Sasha excitedly.

“Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!” said Sheila almost screaming into the phone. I’ll have to phone all the prayer warriors and thank them for their prayers for Misty’s healing.”

The weekend at Lake Mariposa had been the biggest adventure that Rick had in his eighteen years on this earth. The rest of the summer was anticlimatic in a way. The simmering passion that Rick and Sasha had that weekend began to slowly but steadily decrease as the last weeks of summer came and went. They still had fun and enjoyed each other’s company as the days and weeks of summer passed. They often walked to the downtown library together, listened to Bob Dylan albums and passed quiet summer evenings with Lloyd and Misty in their backyard. On Saturday nights they would often go to River Heights community club to dance and to listen to a local band. They would even go to Memorial Park one or two weekday evenings and hang out with some cool people. But things were changing and Rick knew it. They were no longer lovers. They had become friends. Rick noticed that Sasha was starting to really enjoy talking to other guys at the park. She was starting to talk about returning to California in the fall and how much she missed her mom. Rick could see the writing on the wall. His relationship with Sasha would be over at the end this summer. It was time that he started to make plans for himself for the fall.

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“No, because of you, silly boy.”

Rick let out an audible sigh of relief. He felt momentarily weak and went down on his knees.

“Are you alright, man?” asked Sasha with deep concern.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Just give me a few seconds. As his head cleared Rick rose to his feet once again.

“Does my love for you really mean that much to you, Rick?” asked Sasha.

“Yes, it does,” answered Rick. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too, man.” said Sasha giving Rick a passionate embrace. Their two bodies felt like they were melting into each other. They must have held this hug for a full five minutes. Many people walked walked by them but they didn’t even notice. They were the only two people on earth for that moment in time.

When they finally became too physically tired to hang on to each other any longer they broke their embrace.

“We better go back and find Lloyd and Misty. They might be worried that something happened to us,” said Rick.

“Well, they would be right about that,” Sasha said with a giggle.

When they got back to the main stage area it didn’t take them long to find Misty and Lloyd.

“Well, you two seem to have hit it off,” Lloyd commented.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Rick said with a blush.

“I thought you two had hitched a ride to Los Vegas for a quickie wedding and honeymoon,” Misty chimed in.

“Come on, Misty, Rick and I only met this afternoon,” said Sasha feeling a little bit embarrassed.

“Well, Romeo and Juliet fell in love in even less time,” said Misty.

“Ah, come on, Misty. You’re just jealous,” said Lloyd taking a drag off his Marlborough.

“ Don’t worry dad. I always get lucky at these outdoor festivals, “ Misty replied taking a sip from her can of Bud.

“I know that Misty. I’ve never known you to miss at a rock festival yet,” laughed Lloyd.

After the last band played their set the happy group headed back to the campgrounds. As soon as they got there Lloyd got the charcoal barbeque going. Misty put the hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill. After they ate, Lloyd got his guitar out of his tent.

“Any requests this evening?” asked Lloyd as he tuned up his acoustic guitar.

“Do you know Gloria, by Them?” asked Rick.

“Oh, that old three chord wonder,” laughed Lloyd. Of course, I started out playing with a garage band. Every band knew “Gloria” .The group had a good laugh belting out the chorus to this song.

Lloyd continued to take requests throughout the evening including sing-a-long songs such as Let It Be and Yellow Submarine by The Beatles. One of the last songs that Lloyd played that evening was Just Like A Woman by Bob Dylan. Rick and Sasha could not resist cuddling up during this number and by this time were not embarrassed by a public display of their affection.

At around 11:00 PM the group was tired and was ready to turn in for the evening. Three tents were already set up. Lloyd gave the instructions for this evening’s sleeping arrangements.

“The brown tent is for me,” Lloyd directed.”The green tent that was originally intended to be for Misty and Sasha’s is now solely Misty’s due to a change of plans. The yellow tent is for Rick and Sasha.

This announcement made everyone very happy. Rick and Sasha hugged and kissed during the next forty minutes and eventually fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning Lloyd was the first to get up. After smoking a cigarette and boiling some water for coffee Lloyd attended to breakfast preparations. Misty helped Lloyd build the fire. Lloyd started cracking several eggs to put in the frying pan while Misty started to put bacon strips on a skillet.

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Healing and Miracles

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For many years now I have believed in the reality of healing and miracles in the Christian faith. I admit that I have adopted a Charismatic, Pentecostal belief system. I have a great deal of faith and from my study of the Scriptures I have not found any convincing evidence that it is not God’s will to heal all the time. The major reason is God’s compassion. God loves us more than we can possibly know and because of this He doesn’t want to see His children either sick or in lack. He is a God of abundant good gifts.
Another reason is that we are to pray to experience life the same on earth as it is in Heaven. Is there Sickness or poverty in Heaven? Of course not! Then why would God want His children to believe anything different?
Have I seen God heal everyone in a prayer line instantaneously? No. Why? I don’t know. There could be many reasons. God cannot be put into a box or be forced to conform to any of our formulas or doctrines. When God heals someone immediately this is a miracle. For many of us God’s healing is a process and may take time, but He has not forgotten about us.

Lake Mariposa Part Twenty-Eight

Lloyd, Sasha and Rick all got themselves a coffee and a sandwich when they got to the hospital cafeteria.

Well, Rick you’ve sure had some excitement with us this weekend,” said Lloyd.

That’s for sure. I could do with a little less of an adrenaline buzz the next time I go camping with you guys,” said Rick.

I’m amazed that you would even consider going anywhere with us again,” said Sasha.

Ah, come on, you guys are already like a second family to me,” Rick said with a smile.

Lloyd was watching the clock in the cafeteria closely. When the forty-five minutes was up Lloyd told the others that it was time to get back to the waiting area of the emergency ward.

The group waited nervously for word from Dr. Pauls. After about ten minutes he arrived.

Fortunately, I’ve got good news for you. I think Misty is going to be all right. The results of the brain scan came back and nothing abnormal was found. This is a good indication that there won’t be any permanent damage from Misty’s head injury. She did, however, suffer a mild concussion so I would ask that you keep a close eye on her for the next few weeks,” the doctor reported.

Oh, praise God!” Lloyd said. Lloyd isn’t a Christian but these were the first words to come out of his mouth.

Praise Jesus!” said Sasha in a loud voice.

When can she go home?” asked Rick.

We’ll keep Misty under observation for the rest of the night and the morning but if she remains stable you should be able to pick her up at about two in the afternoon,” Dr. Pauls answered.

I better call Mom,” said Sasha. Sasha walked the short distance to the pay phone to call her mother.

Hi, Mom. I’ve got great news. Dr. Pauls said that Misty is probably going to be all right. He told us that the brain scan did not show any evidence of a permanent brain injury,” said Sasha excitedly.

Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!” said Sheila almost screaming into the phone. I’ll have to phone all the prayer warriors and thank them for their prayer’s for Misty’s healing.”




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