Julie stood in the church, her voice steady. The warm Arizona sunlight filtered through the windows. A group of about 30 people sat before her, listening intently. Outside, Sedona’s red rocks loomed, a backdrop of strength and beauty.

“We’re here to bring hope,” Julie said. “Jesus healed because He loved people. That hasn’t changed.”

She opened her Bible to Luke 5. “This man with leprosy,” she began, “was desperate. He knew Jesus could heal him but wasn’t sure if He would. What did Jesus say? ‘I will. Be clean.’ Simple. Direct. Life-changing.”

The room was silent as she continued. “God wants to work through us. When we go out today, remember: It’s not about long prayers or fancy words. It’s about faith and love.”

Julie closed the Bible. “Let me share two stories. Last week, I prayed for a woman in her 40s. She had arthritis so bad, she could barely move her hands. After we prayed, she started flexing her fingers. Tears streamed down her face as she said, ‘The pain is gone.’”

The group murmured in amazement.

“Another time,” Julie said, “a man came to me in tears. He’d been diagnosed with a heart condition. He couldn’t afford treatment. We prayed. Two weeks later, he returned with a doctor’s note. The condition was gone.”

Julie smiled. “These are real people. Real stories. And God is still doing it today.”

Reaching Out

The group gathered in downtown Sedona. Tourists wandered the streets, browsing shops and snapping pictures of the towering red rocks. Julie gave clear instructions.

“Be friendly. Listen more than you talk. Ask if they’d like prayer. If they say no, bless them anyway. If they say yes, pray with confidence.”

The team split into pairs and spread out. Julie walked with a young man named Ethan. He looked nervous.

“You’ll do fine,” Julie assured him. “Just love people.”

They approached a woman sitting on a bench. Her ankle was wrapped in a brace. Julie smiled warmly. “Hi, I’m Julie, and this is Ethan. We’re from a local church, and we’re offering prayer for healing. Would you like prayer?”

The woman hesitated. “Why not?” she said with a shrug.

Julie knelt and gently placed a hand on the woman’s ankle. “Father, thank You for Your love. I ask that You heal this ankle completely. In Jesus’ name, amen.”

The woman moved her foot cautiously, then stood. Her eyes widened. “The pain’s gone! It’s been weeks, and now it’s just… gone!”

Ethan’s face lit up. “Wow!”

They continued down the street, praying for others. Some declined, but many accepted. A man with a headache felt it disappear. A teenager with a sprained wrist started moving it freely.

The group returned to the church as the sun dipped below the horizon.

Sharing and Healing

Back at the church, the group buzzed with excitement. Julie stood at the front, smiling.

“You did it,” she said. “You stepped out in faith, and God showed up.”

She shared a story from years ago. “I prayed for a woman named Maria. She’d been blind in one eye since birth. I felt so unworthy, but I prayed anyway. As I said ‘amen,’ Maria gasped. She could see for the first time.”

Julie’s voice softened. “It’s not about us. It’s about Him. We just say yes.”

She looked at the group. “Now, let’s pray for one another. If you need healing, stand up.”

About half the room rose. Julie walked among them, laying hands on shoulders, speaking words of faith. A man with back pain bent and touched his toes, grinning. A woman with migraines felt relief wash over her.

The room filled with praise and thanksgiving. Julie stepped back, letting the group minister to each other.

As the night ended, Julie’s voice rang clear. “Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Keep believing. Keep praying. And keep loving.”