Miracles are still happening today in churches and living rooms, even in America’s workplaces. But I’ve noticed something: people don’t run out and tell their friends anymore. Also, those who witness miracles do not shout for joy as they used to.
I have seen miracles happen through my own ministry and have witnessed some happen while I was there. I myself was healed of an incurable spinal disease that had plagued me for almost 15 years and was getting worse. I was walking with a cane, enduring sleepless, pain-filled nights and considering going to a nursing home right before God healed me. I’ve seen cancer heal, leukemia, gold fillings, legs grow longer, hips snap back into joints. The most incredible miracle of all, one I have seen dozens of times, was the wounding of lives that were healed, the kind where the recipient would never be the same again.
Recently, in Coppell, Texas, it was one of those days. In a beautiful home, 22 women, revivalists Larry and Corrine Silverman and I, gathered to see what God would do there. Over a period of 5 hours, testimonies, anointed preaching, prayer, words of knowledge, prophecy, physical healing, and deep inner healing took place. The Father’s presence was tangible. His daughters received his love and his power. Tears flowed freely as the Spirit moved on these dear sisters. At one point, as one woman after another introduced themselves, I said to Larry, “You can have your gold dust and your gold teeth. I’ll take these changed lives any day.” Those women will RUN OUT and tell the others. They will testify by email, by phone, and in person about what their God has done in a living room in Coppell.
Last night, in my own living room, we were joined by a woman from Crowley, Texas. This woman had been diagnosed with stage four uterine cancer and had been sent home to die. When she first called me two months ago, I told her that we would pray for her until she was cured of it. Last night was her eighth visit. I’ve seen the doctor’s report. She is getting better and better and the tumors are getting smaller with each visit. She looks great and her hair is growing back. Last night, it was glorious to watch as she ministered through healing herself.
What about YOUR living room? Has your Christian experience been reduced to sitting passively while a preacher sings and a band plays once a week? Can you find Biblical evidence that THIS is what Jesus died for and expects of you? In all honesty, my bench-warming days are over. That can’t compare to casting out demons, seeing people healed, and seeing lives changed forever.
Over and over again, we ask people to come and pray for healing at my home. Rarely does anyone other than the Intercessors come, although we meet independently and always have something or someone to pray for. Some who HAVE come and received the ministry did not return. Several times I have heard: “If God wants to heal me, he can do it right here, in my house.” (Tell that to people who sacrificed so much to touch Jesus or receive from Him.) I know of people diagnosed with cancer who put all their faith in chemotherapy treatment and insurance instead of coming to pray. (They might miss an episode of their favorite show, I suppose.) Yes, God will use those things too…but Healing Prayer is cheaper and easier!
And more fun!
I recently heard a story about a man with a tremendous healing ministry. He once ministered in a place where 15 people showed up. A woman was healed and he threw her walker away. The next night thirty people attended, mostly newbies. In Africa or China, there would be thousands there. In America, we seem to prefer glitz and glamour. We support the minister with the mansion and the plane while ignoring the person whose ministry is just as powerful, if not more, than he meets in small churches and living rooms. We judge books by their cover and equate stage presence and glossy booklet with God’s anointing.
Do not be disappointed!
I’m getting sidetracked… back to the point of this article: Why aren’t Americans flocking to be healed?
A. We have put all our trust in doctors, medicines, vitamins, and all the products that are supposed to make us healthy (my wife, a registered nurse, just took a course called “Killer Bugs,” which describes the types of deadly infections that are endangering many in America’s hospitals).
B. We have health insurance so we can pay for treatment more easily.
C. We are spoiled.
America is a giant Nazareth. Like that dusty little town, the place where Jesus grew up, we see signs of Him every time we turn around. A church building, a T-shirt, a fish on a car bumper, dusty Bibles on dashboards… Jesus is everywhere. Imagine that you live in Nazareth and you are shopping at the market. You see 11-year-old Jesús walking through the crowd carrying a chair that his father, José, had just built. He is delivering it to a customer. Later, while he is talking to another Nazarene, he sees Jesus again, this time playing with other children. He you say, “That Jesus…sure he’s a decent boy…I guess you heard how his mother, friend Mary, claimed he was conceived…what a bum!”
Years later, when Jesus returned to town as a man, the Messiah, ready to minister to anyone who needed His blessing, very few came. After all, it was only Jesus, the son of Mary. What a thing. They were used to it. They were listless. Quite accommodating. Those who came WERE healed…but very few came.
Sounds like any city, USA, huh?
In contrast, I have ministered over the phone to multitudes in Pakistan, Kenya, and Uganda. Over the phone, people were healed. The liberation took place and the Muslims converted. During the call to Uganda, when I was ready to go to bed at 1:30, the minister on the other end of the phone said, “Pastor, people keep coming! They come from all directions.” I asked him: “What… are they driving? Do you see cars?” He replied: “No, we don’t have cars. They are waking up in the rain through the bushes. They will wait for you.” He told me that they expected to hear from me in two hours. What I can do? So within two hours, I called him again and he translated another message for me. Once again, miracles happened.
Not like many cities in the United States, huh?
There are some places that are getting some press in America. We use the term “Revival is breaking out.” (As my friend Ed says, “We can’t expect revival when we haven’t been vivid yet.”) You may have heard of what God is doing in places like Brownsville, Kansas City, and recently, Ignited Church in Lakeland. , Florida, where Todd Bentley is ministering. But you hadn’t heard of the living rooms in Coppell or Stephenville or Pfleugerville or Carrollton, all the cities in Texas where I have witnessed the mighty hand of God moving in the lives of his children. These are places where living rooms full of people were “quickened” as they encountered Life itself, the person of Jesus Christ who STILL ministers to the wounded, if they ever come.
Join what God is doing. Larry and Corinne Silverman are here in Texas right now and believe me they could use your ministry. Hey, if it’s within 300 miles, Barbara and I can join them! The truth is that the first time we met was by email almost two years ago. So I felt the Lord wanted me to have them minister at our Dallas House Church Conference. They drove from Florida to Texas to do it.
Come on, flock of God… let’s gather together to be healed. Whether it’s your health, your emotions, your relationships, your finances, Jesus is still healing, working through the hands of committed men and women, an army of everyday people, in living rooms across the planet. Join what God is doing! Like the two men who cut a hole in the roof to get their sick friend’s cot down, bring your friend to a home near you and see God’s glorious hand in action.
every blessing,
michael tummillo
a servant of god
http://www.TuPueblo4Jesús.com