Originally Posted by
NickKanieval
Oh boy, prayer. I have had lots of prayers come through, and lots of them come through in unexpected(and usually unwanted) ways. Although in those unwanted ways I saw the importance of why it came through in that manner, so it was all fine in the end.
Here's my biggest praying story, this is copy/pasted from the Who is God thread that I told it in.
When I was a little kid, I went to some really formal church, it wasn't exactly Christian...it was some kinda neo-Jewish type of thing. We kept up traditions like Passover and feet-washing and fasting and the feast of tabernacles and all that. But we also had mostly Christian principles in it.
Anyway, the main principle I could understand as a little kid was that God exists and if you're in trouble, pray.
Well one day, service had ended, and I went wandering out the back door. I kept wandering farther and farther away from the church and I ended up getting lost. So here I was, a scared little kid, obviously in a situation I considered trouble. So I began to pray, I prayed that I could get back to church somehow safely.
Well about a minute passes when this family walks up to me, it was four people. A man in a blue button up shirt and brown slacks, he had brown hair. A woman in a dress...I don't remember the color, she also had brown hair. A little boy in a purple jersey with a basketball and black shorts, I think he had dirty-blond hair...and a little girl in a pink dress with a doll, she had very blond hair.
Now the weird thing is, only the man spoke to me. The rest of them just stayed completely silent and only watched. They all came up to me and he asked me, "Are you lost?" I told him yes and that I had come from church somewhere behind me.
So they all walk with me back to church, and soon enough we get to the back parking lot, right outside the back door. They were all behind me at this point, and the man asks "Is this it?" I say "yeah" kinda absentmindedly because I see my mom looking for me and I wave to her. Finally I turn around to say thanks...
AND DUN DUN DUUUUUNNN!!!! They were gone. Vanished, disappeared, not-there!
My mom also says she never saw anyone with me at all when I walked up to the parking lot.
So to sum that up, I got lost, I prayed, a whole family came out of nowhere, took me back to where I wanted to go, and then freaking DISAPPEARED when I went to say thank you.
Now, they may have simply been ninjas and threw a quickly-dispersing oderless smokebomb and jumped onto a roof or something RIGHT before I turned around, buuuuut I don't know.
Another instance is when I was playing guitar one day, and I was practicing a song I had made. Well after a long enough time the tendons(?) in my wrist started to hurt, to an intense level. Seriously painful, I of course did not enjoy this in the least.
So I remembered Archangel Raphael is supposed to be all good about healing, right? And I've worked with him before so he was at least familiar. So I asked him to help out my wrist because I wanted to keep playing.
I get the weird idea that after saying this prayer, to just watch my wrist, to just stare at it, silently, no thought, just watch it.
Pretty soon I feel this warm tingly sensation start a little in front of my elbow on my forearm, go up into the painful area of my wrist, and then the pain ebbed away like someone took an eraser to it. Not only was the pain GONE, but I could keep playing, I even played excessively to see if I could make the pain return, but it wouldn't happen. My tendons were as sturdy as anything, and I played well over an hour before finally deciding to do something else.
I'd put down a few more but I don't want to make this one post too big, maybe a little later in the thread.
Bookmarks