One day in MacArthur Park in Los Angeles, CA, an elderly man with a pronounced limp walked past a few of my mission trip teammates and me. I felt compassion toward him and politely stopped him to chat, but I soon realized he didn’t speak English. I began to use hand gestures to communicate with him, asking if I could pray for him, and he nodded. A teammate and I laid our hands on his leg and foot, commanding the pain to leave. The elderly man smiled, nodded, and walked away still limping. We were a bit confused and unsure if anything happened.
An hour or so later, we were wrapping up our time at the park when we saw the man on a hill. He was waving at me, as if he wanted me to come over. I headed his direction, and as I reached the top of the hill, the woman standing next to him approached me.
“What did you do to my dad?” she asked. “He said you did something to him and all the pain in his leg and back is completely gone. What did you do? I’m a Reiki healer, and I want you to do to me right now whatever you did to my dad. I have a headache and stomach pain.”
I told her it was Jesus who healed her dad, and Jesus wanted to heal her, too. I gently placed my hands on her head and stomach and began releasing healing. She immediately felt sensation in her body and said, “I feel heat all over. I’m really hot.” I explained she was encountering God’s presence and it was normal and okay to feel Him that way. She was so touched by the encounter she went on to ask me to pray for her marriage and her family. It’s humbling to consider how simple compassion for a stranger was an invitation to partner with God in touching a family.