When Faith Healers Came To Pray
a creative writing post (#18)
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Context: Being miserably sick has made all my memories of growing up in a “Jesus Camp” style church and school, with its heavy emphasis on faith healing, quite salient.
This is a memory that I don’t know what to do with, and never have.
At the time it happened, I was a little kid still desperately trying to believe in God, so I attributed it to God.
God, in His mighty power, had done something marvelous and allowed me to witness.
As an adult who is also an atheist, I must consider other possibilities. But I’m an atheist, not an anti-theist. I admit that I could be wrong, and part of me wants to be.
Maybe this story was God, all along.
An act of God makes at least as much sense as dozens of people all seeing the same, impossible thing.