5 years ago at an event my old church ran, Lets Go, I went on the bungee run with my good friend Russell.
For those of you who don't know what a bungee run is, it's
this. You have a elastic rope tied around your waste, and then you walk as far as possible...you're meant to stick a sticky bean bag on the side and beat your partner...but Russell and I weren't bothered about that.
So...we were both trying our best to beat each other, and I have a competitive streak in me (even though I feel I hide it rather well). We wanted to see who could go the furthest...not worrying about the bean bag things.
And I was a chubby thing back then, so ykno, I have a fair amount of weight on myself to be able to get a far way.
We both managed to stretch across the whole length of the bungee run and then on to the grass. This was rather dangerous (I'd still do it again today if possible) but we got futher than most people so it was a good accomplishment!
The next problem was how do we un-stretch the elastic without flinging back...
There wasn't an answer to that.
So we flung.
I guess it kinda hurt...but I didn't wanna be a wus because it was an inflatable, so I picked myself up...untangled my hair from the elastic and walked (leaped) off the bungee run casually acting cool.
Didn't think anything of it.
About 6 months later I started getting back aches and quite severe ones. And after 2 years of the pain and physical sickness, I decided to go to an Osteopathe.
It was painful, and he gave me some good tips, but after some examination he diagnosed what was wrong.
My spine was in the shape of a C and I had a twisted vertebra. (I don't agree with that spelling, but thats what Wikipedia said).
So I started swimming lots, going back for regular massages to get knots released (which was the most painful) and sitting up right.
Things got even worse when I came on my monthly journey. I went to London Science Museum with some of my greatest college friends, now we couldn't drive then so it was all public transport.
Standing and walking around for a long time never did any good to my back. It got so bad that I felt like I was going to be sick any minute so all my friends lovingly decided that it was better for us to walk through the streets then to stay on the undergound. (No sarcasm, its better for everyone if Im sick on the streets then on a train!)
So I was...and it was horrible.
So Im hoping by now you understand how bad my back was.
This week was the Mobilise conference in Brighton (Hallelujah) and on the first evening at the end of the worship God said to me "I'm going to heal your back".
So it was a promise.
My dad has had a bad back for hundreds of years now and so I pressumed he would heal me in a couple of years. I firmly believed his promise and knew he would.
Thursday afternoon seminar was with Julian Adams and it was Sign and Wonders.
He spoke for a little encouraging us to get into the supernatural and then he said 'lets heal the sick', so I thought...why not!!!
So I took up asking for prayer for my back and a couple of people laid hands and prayed for me.
Apparently my back became too hot to touch and God healed me!
That evening, was the celebratory evening meeting and so a lot of dancing, jumping and standing was going on...including me! And my back didn't hurt once afterwards!
God is good and faithful and I praise him for what he has done.
If God has promised you something, he will do it. Whether its in a couple of days or a couple of years, it will happen.
Keep praying into it and be faithful with your prayers, because God is faithful in his promises.
