12 December 2015
Yesterday I walked eight miles from Belgrade to Manhattan, Montana on I-90. I put my backpack down on the shoulder and waited a few minutes and this vehicle pulled over to give me a ride. The driver’s name was Butch and he was from near Great Falls. I told him that I was going to Missoula.
We stopped in Three Forks where Butch bought me a sandwich and something to drink. He told me that he just flew back from Alaska. He helped his son move from Montana to a new job in southeastern Alaska. Butch also was a Christian and we had a great talk about the things of God as we traveled west.
When we drove into Missoula, Butch told me that things happen for a reason and that I was in his car for a reason. He told me that he had a sister that lived south of Missoula who had cancer and was bedridden. Her name was Jessie. He said that maybe the Lord had him pick me up so that I could pray for her. I agreed with him.
Previously I had told Butch that when I was living in Ames, Iowa (around 1990), that I had prayed for my roommate’s girlfriend, Vanessa. Vanessa had gone to this doctor and she had to have surgery on her sinuses. Before I prayed for Vanessa, I had told my roommate how my faith in Jesus Christ healed me of manic-depression back in 1986. My roommate told Vanessa about this, so they wanted to talk to me about it.
I told Vanessa how I was healed and I asked her if she wanted me to lay hands on her and pray for her healing.. She said yes, so I laid my hands on her head, prayed in tongues and I could feel virtue go through my hands. A few days later, I was at the lumber yard stocking some lumber up on the cat walk when I saw my roommate walking down the aisle of the building. He had driven to the lumber yard to tell me that Vanessa had gone to the doctor and that there was nothing wrong with her sinuses—she was healed! He held out his hand and reached up to me and we shook hands. I said, “Praise the Lord!”, and went back to work. I later told Vanessa that her faith had healed her.
Butch and I drove south of Missoula and we drove to his relative’s house where his sister, Jessie, was staying. We walked into their house and we met Butch’s relatives. Jessie was laying in bed in the living room. It looked like she was in great pain. Jessie told me that it was very difficult to breathe.
We talked for a little while and then I asked Jessie if I could put my hand on her shoulder and pray in tongues. She agreed, so I began to pray. I think I prayed for around five minutes; I could feel virtue go through my hands. After we were done praying, Butch and myself and the rest of the family had some supper.
Butch then drove me to a gas station in Lolo where we talked for a short while. We shook hands and I walked to my campsite down by the river.