Hot Dog And A Healing

Since my wife was out for dinner with one of her longtime friends, I decided to stop in to my favorite hot dog stand, Rutt’s Hut in Clifton, NJ, on the way home from ministering at the Goodwill Rescue Mission in Newark.  I’m not really a big hot dog fan but their relish is out of this world!

This is an indoor stand with eating counters all around and two stand up eating tables in the middle.  As I was thoroughly enjoying my meal at ripperthe one stand up table, I overheard two young guys speak Spanish at the next stand up table.  They had finished their meal and were now finishing their beers.  I was just about done and thought to myself I have two choices. One, I could just leave and all I would have had was a meal.  Or, two, I could strike up a conversation with these guys and see what the Lord makes of it.  I decided for the latter as it was a much more exciting prospect.  

So I walked over to the garbage can near them and as I threw out my trash I said “Hey, I overheard  you guys speak Spanish.  Where are you from?”  “Oh, we’re from the Dominican Republic.” they volunteered.  “Oh, really?” I said “I was right next door once in Haiti many years ago.  Beautiful island!”  “What were you doing there?” they inquired.  I shared with them that we went there on a missions trip to help build a dormitory for a children’s bible camp and to minister to the kids.

So we chatted a bit more and I learned their names were Wilson and Felix.  I told them that I am a minister and as a minister I had to ask them if they believed in Jesus.  They both said yes but Wilson took, or maybe even made, a phone call, bowed out and never really returned to the conversation.

Felix however confessed that he believed in Jesus and even shyly admitted that he was baptized in the Holy Spirit when I asked him.  He may have felt a bit uncomfortable that he was drinking a beer in front of a minister.  But I have learned to ignore such things.  I asked him if he had any aches or pains in his body but he said no, he felt fine.  So I asked “Hey, can I show you something cool?”  “OK.” he said.”

I told him to hold out his hand as I hovered my right hand over and my left hand under his hand.  “Tell me when you feel something.” I instructed him.  “I feel something.” he said.  “What do you feel?” I asked him.  “It’s tingling.  Now it’s getting warm.” he confirmed.  “OK.” I told him, “Tell me when it gets hot.”  I commanded more heat and he said it was getting hot so I stopped and took my hands away.

With quite a puzzled look he asked curiously “How did you do that?”  I explained that it was the power of the Holy Spirit flowing through me to prove to him that Jesus is real and that He loves him.  He suddenly remembered “Hey, I have some pain in my elbow, right here.” pointing to the inside of his elbow.  I put my finger on the spot and just quickly commanded the pain to go in Jesus name and it immediately left him.  He searched but could not find any of the pain.  It was completely gone.

He was flabbergasted to say the least.  Shell shocked might be a better definition of his state of mind.  I explained to him that if he was baptized in the Holy Ghost that he could do the same thing because it is the same Spirit that dwells in us that raised Jesus from the dead (Romans 8:11).  All he had to do was renew his mind to the fact that Jesus said that we would do the same things that He did (John 14:12).

I explained to him that we teach people how to do this and gave him my card to call me if he had any questions.

Jesus touched Felix inside a hot dog stand and his life will never be the same.

Franciscus M. Dartee
Grow in Faith | Walk in Power

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