It was a quiet night in Jerusalem in the year of 35 A.D.
and Aaron, son of John closed his eyelids and leaned down on the side of his
cot. He stretched his neck toward heaven
and uttered a silent prayer. “Heavenly
Father,” he said. “I am coming to you
today with a heavy heart. My wife and
children are ill with leprosy and none of the doctors can cure it. I am weak
and I am tired of struggling against you and trying to heal them myself. Forgive me, Father for not trusting you. I lift
my wife and children up to You and surrender their lives to you.” Aaron wipes a
tear from his face, and continues. “I know it means that they could possibly
die. I am here though, trusting you to heal them the way you want to, even if
it means them dying and then being relieved of this sickness. Thank you, Heavenly Father for being here and
loving me. Please, heal my family. I
love you. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.”
Aaron
finished his prayer, stood up, and walked over to the door of his house. His
ees gazed out over the town of Jerusalem. Gazing at the stars he leaned against the door
frame and rested his eyes. He felt conten,t and a peace he had never felt
before filled his soul. Suddenly, he
realized one of the stars was getting brighter and closer to him until it
formed an image of a glowing, bright, and holy man standing in front of
him. He had the most loving eyes and warmth
that surrounded Aaron. Aaron’s knees
quivered as he said “Jesus, is that you?”
“It
is I,” Jesus said in the softest and most loving voice Aaron had ever heard. “I
have come unto my son, because he called unto me. Your family is healed. I love you my wonderful son.”
Crying
Aaron ran up to Jesus and He embraced him in a warm hug. Aaron did not want to let go, and Jesus rubbed
Aaron’s head which gave Aaron goose bumps. Jesus stepped away from Aaron and said, “Continue
loving and trusting in me. I will never
forsake my children.” And as suddenly as Jesus had come, He left. Aaron whispered, “Always, my Father, always.”
Aaron
fell down into the dusty streets and wept until he suddenly remembered his family. He got up and ran into the mud house and ran
to his wife’s bedside. He gazed at her
beautiful face. It was spot-free and the
leprosy had left her; not a scar covered her body. Aaron leaned his face onto her chest and wept,
saying, “Thank you, Father!” over and over.
Feeling a finger brush his tears from his face he turned his face
towards his wife and she smiled at him. “Aaron,” she said, “In my dream, fingers
reached out and touched my leprosy. They
were the most loving fingers and they gave me warmth that surrounded my body
and suddenly I looked at myself and I was healed.” She was
crying by now. “Aaron I am healed. Jesus
came into my room and healed me from leprosy.
Praise Jesus!”
“Elizabeth,
that’s wonderful!” Aaron said. “I prayed unto God and He sent Jesus down here
and He said you were healed, and then He said to never stop trusting in Him.”
“Yes,”
Elizabeth said. “Never forsake your Father. He is here for you. Just call unto Him and He will grant your wish
if He sees fit.”
