While driving home from church and talking to my mom on speakerphone, I felt I was supposed to take the long way home, around the city, instead of the direct route. I ended up getting stuck at a light, and just before hanging up with my mom, I noticed there was a girl turning off the highway in my direction. A van heading the other way ran the red light and T-boned her. The car skidded off the bridge, and the totaled van went off the road into the grass.
I said, “Mom, I gotta go! Something great just happened! I’ll tell you later-there’s an accident!” I hung up.
My mom was confused, but I was excited because I’d wanted an opportunity like this. I had been hearing stories from radical Jesus followers about how they’d been at the scene of accidents and able to help and minister to the people. I had told God that I’d love to have an opportunity to do that, too-to see a car accident and be there to respond.
I put my hazard lights on and ran out to the van. It still smelled like gunpowder from the airbags. The driver’s side had been hit. I went around to the sliding door and realized there was a Hispanic family inside. The mother had been driving; the grandmother was in the passenger seat, and there were three little boys in the back. I found out later they were four, six, and eight years old.
The steering wheel was shoved onto the mother’s lap and was pushing on her chest, and the four- and six- year-olds were cut and bleeding, holding their heads. I found out they spoke English, so I just said, “Hey, guys! Everything’s okay! Everything’s okay. Help’s on its way. Ma’am, your boys are gonna be fine.” The mother was hysterical because she was pinned in place and could hear her boys crying, and she knew they were bleeding. The grandmother was unharmed but in shock, almost catatonic.
I went to the back with the boys and started assuring them that everything was going to be all right. I asked them where their pain was. The four-year-old showed me his head, which was cut and bleeding. As he was holding his head, I just put my hand on his and said, “In Jesus’ name, be healed right now. Cut, close in Jesus’ name. Pain, leave.”
As soon as the words came out of my mouth and I took my hand off his head, he moved his hand and looked at me bewildered and confused. I asked him three or four times if he had any more pain, and he was speechless. I looked at his head, and it had completely stopped bleeding. I asked again if there was any pain, and he just shook his head no, still shocked.
I went to the six-year-old, who was holding his head, too. I didn’t even ask what was going on-I saw that his head and elbow were bleeding, so I just put my hand on his head and said, “In Jesus’ name, be healed. Pain, leave. All the shock from this accident, leave right now. These boys are gonna be fine.”
As his brother had done, he took his hand off his head and looked at me confused. I asked if he still had pain anywhere, and he said no! The other boy was unhurt, so I got them all out of the car, along with the grandmother.
I went around to the mom, and she was trapped, so I took the seat belt off her and slid her seat back. She wouldn’t say how she was until she could see for herself that her boys were okay. So I helped her get out, and she saw that they were fine. I asked if she had any pain, and she said her chest hurt badly from where the steering wheel had hit her. So I put my hand on her shoulder and commanded the pain to leave. She took a deep breath and said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore! It’s good!” So now all five family members were happy and standing on the grass, not looking as if they’d just been in an accident!
A moment later I saw the girl who’d been driving the other car walking around with her hand on her neck. I walked up to her. She looked over at the family and said, “Oh, no! That was a family I hit! Oh, my gosh! Are they okay? Who’s hurt?”
I calmed her down and said, “Look! They’re all fine!” She was confused, and I told her none of them were hurt anymore. I said, “I see your neck’s hurt. I just prayed for them, and that’s how they all got healed. Jesus just healed them, and now we can pray for your neck.” So I prayed for her.
She looked at me funny and said, “Are you from Bethel Church?”
I laughed and said, “Yeah, I go to church there, but I like to believe I’m from God!”
She said, “Well, I go to Bethel Church, too. I’ve lived in Redding my whole life, but I’ve never… I’m healed! My neck is healed!”
She was freaking out, and soon after, the police arrived and came up to talk to her. After that, I just left the scene. My job was done!