So when it comes to the supernatural, boom, i’m there. I live it, i teach it, i write about it, i think about it, i dream about it… There’s a lot of people that do that, but there is a reality that I don’t hear a lot of people talk about.

The misses. The failures. The dropped balls. The blips in the radar. 

The last thing I want to do is to paint a reality that isn’t quite the full story. This leads to false expectations, and thus, disappointment. Here goes.

I’ll be referring to the previous post a lot, so here’s the link.

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When I was at the Grand Canyon with my family a few weeks ago, there was a lady that I saw at the visitor’s center. She had one of those fold-up walkers that you could also sit on. She didn’t look too inviting, so I wanted to be a little more aggressive (something you learn when you do this a lot).

Same drill. I approached her, asked her what happened, she told me it was her hips that were out of whack. I said, “Let me pray for you real quick” and I followed up with a “what’s your name?” before she could respond to the first statement.

“Brenda” as I shook her hand.

“I’m Brandon” and since I already had her hand, I started praying/commanding the sickness/pain to go. 

She was a little more hesitant. I told her to stand up and walk, but she had a “this ain’t ever gonna happen” attitude. She stood up out of courtesy and told me she already had people praying for her. She quickly said that her friends were waiting for her, so she went on her way. 

The next day, when i was walking out of a gas station, I saw a young girl (looked like a high schooler) sitting right outside smoking. I felt a nudge to talk to her, I was thinking she had knee problems. “Nah, I doubt it…” I wrestled with it for a little bit, long enough to get into the car. 

I finally got out of the car and approached the girl and said, “hey, this might be a weird question, but did you bust up your knee recently?” She gave me a weird look, “nope.” as she shook her head.

Oi. Miss. “Ok, nevermind.”

In downtown LA, while my sister was getting her visa for China, I waited downstairs because I had to make some calls. While I was on the phone, a guy walked past heavily with a cane. What’d I do? I finished my conversation on the phone and the guy was gone by the time I finished the call. 

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When I was in REI, there was a guy I saw on crutches. He said he messed up his hip (I don’t remember all the details). Prayed for him twice, but we didn’t see much change.

Even after I ministered to the family with the lady in the wheelchair who was healed from tendinitis, I was again, on the phone when a guy walks into the store with a prosthetic leg. What’d I do? I blipped. I spoke with my friend on the phone and my family began to head out of the store…

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I’m still growing. Before I see “greater works” than Jesus, I should be able to do “equal works”. 

I haven’t seen everyone I’ve ministered to recover instantly (then again, I haven’t followed up with every single one). 

I haven’t ministered to every single person I’ve seen with a need. 

I don’t always know how to approach/interact with every sick person I come across. 

I still have people who flat out get angry when I ask about why they are disabled or hurt. 

Ryan (http://reformationforjesus.tumblr.com) has had people cuss him out for trying to minister to a family member. 

I’m certainly seeing more than I did 2 years ago. I’m certainly seeing more people impacted and transformed, but I still have growing to do, and it certainly hasn’t been perfectly amazing every single time [so far].