I’ve been asking God to teach me to pray for healing ever since my aunt died when I was 13 years old. And I’ve learned some things over the years, but as time passes it seems the main lesson I’ve learned is how much I still don’t know. But I refuse to stop learning. I refuse to let the disappointments cause me to withdraw. I refuse to stop praying for the sick. I refuse to stop believing that God heals. Don’t get me wrong, I have been privileged to participate in many amazing healings. Some people say, “I’ve never seen a real miracle with my own eyes,” but I’ve seen many. I could spend hours telling story after story that are phenomenal. I mean ones that time and medical evidence have proved out. So it’s not that I doubt that God has the power. The real question for me is why some and not others. And I’m not comfortable with the answer that says God just doesn’t choose to heal some. Yes, I know there’s a time for everyone to die, but you’d have a hard time convincing me that some of those we’ve “lost” had arrived at their “time.”

Luke actually takes two chapters (Ac 3, 4) to discuss this one remarkable healing and the effect it had on the city. And he gives such detail, and quotes Peter so precisely, that he presents us with a case-study on healing. Profound insights are given about how the apostles approached healing, and even what took place inside the lame man himself. So let’s be open to learn. Let’s watch Peter model healing and then listen as he explains what happened.