“I am the Lord, that is My name; and My glory I will not give to another.”(Isaiah 42:8)

In Sept. 2006, the Lord opened the doors for me to be part of a ministry team that went to Brazil for two weeks. It was an eye-opening trip where I got to see God perform amazing signs, wonders and miracles like I’d never witnessed back home in Canada.

One evening, at a meeting in Goiania, following a great message on the Father’s heart, Pastor Steve Long gave an invitation to those who needed prayer ministry. All who wanted to receive afresh an outpouring of the Father’s love were told to go to one part of the church.

Then he said: “We want all who have healing needs to line up over here where Pastor Jeeva is standing. He is our healing specialist.”

Before I could recover from the shock of receiving such a totally unexpected designation, there was a stampede and literally hundreds among the 3000+ at the meeting rushed to receive a healing touch from the Lord.

To be very honest, I was quite thrilled to see one person after another get healed, just like that. Of course, I knew that I was not responsible for the healing. The people came with great expectancy. The Lord honoured their faith with a flow of His healing virtue.

The string of successive healings came to a screeching halt though when an elderly woman was brought in a wheelchair. She reported no discernible change, no matter how hard I prayed or how well I ministered.

So I did what I had been taught by my mentors in healing ministry. I asked her to sit and soak in the Presence of the Lord and promised to check up on her once in a while to see what kind of progress was happening.

Two or maybe three check-ups later, there was still no change. I kept on praying for the others. The Lord once again resumed healing them one after another.

I beckoned the next person in line to come and receive prayer. A young woman with a toddler in her arms took a few steps forward. But, rather than look at the “healing specialist” and state her need, she started calling out to the elderly woman in the wheelchair something short and loud in Portuguese.

Much to everyone’s surprise and delight (and my shock), Grandma stood up from her wheelchair and started walking toward the young mother who had called out to her. Everyone went giddy with gratitude as they witnessed this incredible miracle.  Her family then took her away, I proceeded to pray for the toddler and the mother who both got healed and the meeting carried on.

As I tried to process what had happened, I couldn’t but help chuckle as I heard myself ask: “So, who’s the healing specialist here?” (Or was it the Lord?)

The Lord spoke very clearly to me: “Jeeva, if that woman had walked out of the wheelchair when you prayed for her, people would’ve mistakenly attributed the healing to the specialist from Canada. By bypassing you and using one of their own, I proved to them and to you that it was I who did the healing.”

Dear friend, on the road to your destiny, be thankful when the Lord works miracles with you but also without you. What really matters is that He gets the glory—every time!