Luke stood at the edge of the stage. The crowd hushed. This was the moment they had been waiting for, and so had he. He had been called to heal, to preach, to tell the truth. Not just any truth, but the truth that sets people free.
He looked around the room, filled with expectant faces. Some were sick, some were weary, others were desperate. They needed hope. Luke had seen it before. People at death’s door. People who thought they were finished. He had seen them rise, blossom, and live again.
“I’ve seen people come back from death’s door,” Luke began. His voice was calm, steady. “I’ve seen them blossom like flowers in the sunshine, opening up when the Word of God rained on them. They got stronger and stronger. They went back to their jobs. They went home. They gained their weight back and lived several more years. It’s not hearsay. I’ve seen it again and again.”
He paused. The crowd was silent, hanging on every word.
“I’m thinking of a man right now,” Luke said. “He had a feeding tube. He had no hope. The doctors said he was done. But he didn’t sit by and say, ‘Whatever God wants.’ He pulled that tube out, went to a restaurant, and ate two full meals. And the food stayed down.”
A ripple of amazement swept through the audience. Luke smiled softly.
“It makes a difference what you believe. It makes a difference who you listen to. This is life and death,” he said, his voice growing firmer. “God revealed it to us in His Word: no matter how far gone you are, you can look up and say, ‘Lord, I know You can do it.’”
The crowd exhaled together, as though they were holding their collective breath. Luke’s message was simple. God heals. And he was about to show them just how true that was.
Chapter 2: The Testimony
As Luke finished the opening session, a woman in the front row stood up. Her face was pale, her body frail. She wore a scarf over her head, a telltale sign of chemotherapy.
“Will you pray for me?” she asked, her voice trembling but filled with courage.
Luke stepped down from the stage. He looked her in the eye, his gaze firm and compassionate.
“You believe God can heal you?” he asked.
She nodded, tears welling up.
“Then you’ve already begun your healing,” he said. “We’ve heard from heaven. The answer is, ‘Of course, I will. Be healed.’”
Luke stretched out his hand. He didn’t pray a long prayer. He simply said, “In the name of Jesus, be healed.”
The room was quiet. The woman stood still. Something had shifted. Luke could feel it.
The woman smiled through her tears. She didn’t have to say anything. The peace that settled on her was evidence enough.
Chapter 3: Reason After Reason
The next day, Luke spoke again. The crowd was larger now. News had spread about the woman who had felt something change in her body after Luke prayed for her. People wanted to know more.
“Some of you are wondering if it’s God’s will to heal you,” Luke began. “Let me tell you—Scripture gives us reason after reason to believe it is.”
He paused and opened his Bible. “Acts 17: Paul reasoned with them out of the Scriptures. Not out of opinions. Not out of tradition. Out of the Word.”
He read aloud, the words flowing like a gentle river, filling the room with faith.
“If you’ve been told that sometimes it’s not God’s will to heal,” he said, closing his Bible, “I love you, but show me the verse. Show me the Scripture that says that.”
He smiled softly, but his words were firm. “You won’t find it.”
Luke knew that this was not about argument or debate. It was about revelation. And that revelation was clear: God’s Word is true. His will is healing. Always.
Chapter 4: Healing Through Faith
During the evening session, Luke shared a story from his own life.
“When I was one year old,” he said, “I was supposed to die. Something was wrong with my neck. The doctors couldn’t fix it. But my family took a prayer request to a church.”
He paused. The room was still, listening.
“The next day, my parents noticed a change. A few days later, the doctor said, ‘This baby is well. This has to have been something God did.’”
Luke let that sink in. “I wouldn’t be here today if God hadn’t healed me when I was a baby.”
The crowd murmured. It was one thing to hear stories of others being healed, but to know that Luke himself had experienced God’s healing power brought a new level of faith into the room.
“I want you to say this out loud,” Luke instructed. “I’ve heard from heaven. I’ve got my answer. It’s not what men think. It’s in the Word of God.”
The crowd repeated after him, their voices growing stronger with each phrase.
“I’m telling you, healing is not a mystery. It’s God’s will for you, right now.”
Chapter 5: The Miracle Moment
By the final day of the conference, the atmosphere was electric. People had come expecting miracles. And Luke was ready.
“God heals in three ways,” Luke said as he took the stage for the last time. “By natural means, by medical means, and by prayer. But know this: it’s always God who heals.”
He scanned the room. People were hungry. Hungry for healing, for freedom, for life.
“There’s someone here who’s been given up to die,” Luke said suddenly. “You’ve been told there’s no hope.”
A man in the back raised his hand. He was frail, his skin pale, his body weak. Luke didn’t hesitate.
“Stand up,” he commanded. “You’ve heard from heaven. Now it’s time to act.”
The man struggled to his feet. Luke didn’t wait for him to get to the front. He stretched out his hand toward the man and prayed.
“In Jesus’ name, be healed.”
The man stood there for a moment, swaying. Then he straightened up. His face filled with color. Strength returned to his legs. The crowd gasped.
Luke smiled. “God’s will is clear,” he said simply. “He heals.”
And with that, the man walked down the aisle, strong, whole, and healed.
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