Archive for October, 2005

Oh can’t you see me standing here, I’ve got my back against the record machine I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen. Oh can’t you see what I mean? -Van Halen

Ahh life. Sometimes it’s good sometime’s it’s not as good. Anyone who knows me knows that one of the mottos (or mottoes, either one is correct) that I try to live by is “roll with the punches.” Like life, sometimes this is really easy and sometimes it’s really tough. Like Van Halen, I sometimes feel like my back is against the record machine, but I am not the worst so why can’t we seem to see eye-to-eye? Hmmm, that reminds me of a Beatles song. Maybe I’ll use that one next time.

But in the whole grand scheme of things, life is good. I’m feeling a bit under the weather (which is an old sailors’ term) so I think I’m going to take the rest of the afternoon off. I hate it when I feel this way. I tend to ramble in my writings with out any clear path or train of thought. For instance, I’m thinking about what I want to eat for dinner. Jeph gave me a crock pot before he left so I’m trying it out. I bought this hamburger helper deal for slow cookers (not for slow cookers…never mind, that one is too easy) in which you just add beef and water and set it for low and 8-10 hours later you have a meal. I hope it turns out good. It’s been cooking for about 4 and a half hours so another four hours and I can eat dinner. Yay!

But in the whole grand scheme of things, life is good. Yesterday a new girl came to MiniChurch. It’s amazing how something small like an invitation to MiniChurch can mean so much. Another fellow that I met on Sunday couldn’t make it but he emailed me to explain and mention that he would try to make it next week. This one girl though seemed really touched that we invited her and she even stayed the latest just cruising with us.

More proof that life is good. I got an update on Liloa yesterday. My mom called and said that when they went to see him yesterday his strength was coming back. He can now almost open his eyes half way (which is huge) and he can even squeeze hands. My Aunty Na’i said that she would say, “Liloa if you can hear me squeeze my hand,” and he would respond by squeezing it. Hallelujah! Praise God!

I was reading in Acts today and one Scripture that stuck out said, “Paul went in and prayed for him [Publius’ father], and laying his hands on him, he healed him” (Acts 28:8b). That’s been my prayer. I’ve been praying that whomever would lay their hands on Liloa, whether it is me or someone else, would be able to heal him through the power of God. I’m going to see him next Monday. Hopefully by then he’ll be doing so well, I won’t even have to pray. I hope he’s sitting up and talking so I can have a conversation with him.

Well, I think I’m off. I’m not feeling too hot. I was praying into my own feelings of illness and I think God revealed to me that it is a spiritual attack because I have been praying for Liloa. I have all faith in God that I will be completely healed by next Monday so I’ll be able to pray for him. So until then…I’m going to go home and rest.

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Acts 14:3

“The apostles stayed there a long time, preaching boldly about the grace of the Lord. The Lord proved their message was true by giving them power to do miraculous signs and wonders.”

So last night my mom called because she and my Aunty Na’i were going to see Liloa, my mom’s friend’s son with cancer. She called to see if I would go with them to pray for him. Of course, I said I would go, but at the same time I must say that I was a bit hesitant. It’s never easy walking into a hospital room when there is a very sick person lying in the bed but as Keao reminded me “If you want to see what you’ve never seen, you’ve got to do what you’ve never done.”

So after much prayer this morning and even more prayer during the day, I met up with my mom and Aunty Na’i at Queens Hospital. As we approached I grew more apprehensive because I didn’t know what to say or how I would react to a cancer patient. This man was diagnosed with cancer in 1999 and survived, but this year they found a brain tumor he was very weak. Before my father died, they found a brain tumor in him, so I wasn’t sure what memories seeing Liloa would cause to flood back into my head. Even though I tried to prepare myself for what I would see in the room, walking in there was something completely different. As I looked around there were signs from well-wishers, balloons and reminders of Scriptures everywhere. When I looked at the bed, I saw a man who looked like he was sleeping. There was a machine that helped him breathe and a nurse who was feeding him something through some tubes, but other than that, he just looked like he was sleeping.

So as we made our way into the room, we were greeting by Aunty Terry (Liloa’s mom) and Jackie (Liloa’s friend). I was amazed at the stories that were told about this man. He is 27 years old and a Kamehameha Schools alumni from Kaua’i. Oddly enough, when I was asking Keao for prayer she said she remembered a guy named Liloa. I found out that they were indeed classmates and they were both boarders. It’s incredible how small Hawaii really is. But looking at the wall it was easy to see that this man was loved by many. His walls were plastered with get well cards and photos. He worked at Safeway and to show how loved he was his fellow employees came in to visit and some customers as well!

But after we talked for a bit we started praying. I know that Liloa’s mom wanted to pray for healing so my only prayer was for healing. God brought to mind many Scriptures including the one above. If I believe the Bible when it says that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever” (Hebrews 13:8) then I have to believe that the same signs and wonders that the apostles did are also available to me as well. That was my prayer since this morning. That I would be able to do signs and wonders. Not for my sake. But for Liloa’s sake. So many of his friends have come to Christ because of him and especially since his sickness that I cannot help but think about the multitudes that will know God through his health.

We prayed and he was so weak that he couldn’t open his eyes or even squeeze my hand. But we knew he was awake because all through the prayer he was twitching his foot. During the prayer I could feel the Holy Spirit and I could feel the healing power in the room. It was truly a Holy Spirit moment. When we were finished praying and we said, “Amen,” a single tear formed on one of his eyes. His mom and my mom quickly grabbed the Kleenex and wiped away tears of their own. Aunty Terry said that when she prays for him she usually places her hand upon his head and this time she could feel something pulsing during the prayer. I can only think that it’s the Spirit doing his thing.

As we were about to leave, I was reminded of another verse. Actually it came to my mind during the prayer but I wasn’t sure if I should say something and it took me a while to wrestle with it. So as we were saying our good-byes and giving hugs I told Aunty Terry the verse. It was John 11:4 which says, “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby.” It was Jesus talking about Lazarus but it was so applicable to the situation that I had to share it before I left. Leaving there I felt a little more drained than before, but I also know that God has this man in his plan and I am confident that he will be healed. It will be unto the glory of God and I cannot wait to hear how Liloa testifies to everyone about his miraculous God.

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Psalm 108:13

“Through God we shall do valiantly: for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.”

Today was a good day. I had a good night’s rest, I had lunch with a very special girl and I didn’t have too much work to do. In fact I even got a chance to get a slight head start on tomorrow’s work. But it’s funny how even when things are going well, they can turn in a heart beat. Now, don’t get too excited, nothing bad happened to me, but I did get a sobering reminder that there is more to life than just me.

I received a phone call from my mother and she was a little broken up. She just received some news from a friend and called me to ask me to call her friend and pray for her. Now usually I don’t like making cold phone calls and when I heard the nature of the call I didn’t want to call even more. But God is teaching me that there is more to life than just me. He is teaching me to become less selfish and more giving.

Here’s what I learned from my phone call. My mom’s friend used to work at Aloha Airlines and so she knows my mom and my dad fairly well. She got married and moved to Kauai. She has two boys one of whom is integral to this story. You see, six years ago, her oldest son was diagnosed with cancer. He fought it and the cancer went in to remission. But in June it came back in a different part of his body, his brain, and it’s affecting every part of his life because his motor skills have gone to the point that he cannot control his eyes or even his limbs. About a month ago the doctors gave him a day to live. Basically they said that he may not even make it overnight. But here we sit almost one month later and he is still alive albeit in a coma. About a week ago they decided to try chemotherapy. This left him in an even weaker state. Now he even has a hard time squeezing someone’s hand.

So I asked this woman if she wanted prayer. This is always a little awkward for me because I really don’t know her or her son. Ten minutes ago I had no connection to them, but now I feel an emotional connection that leaves me almost grieving for this mother. I was completely blown away at her faith. Despite all the odds against her, despite all the doctors saying that the cancer is incurable she still tells me that they are still praying for healing and that nothing is impossible with God.

I know I was supposed to pray for her to encourage her, but I cannot help but be encouraged myself. I was touched by her strength and faith. I only pray that God does completely heal her son. Already his friends are coming to the hospital to visit and many of them are finding God through his sickness. I can only imagine how many more will find God through his health. Luckily for us, our God is the God of miracles and healing. Luckily for us “through God we shall do valiantly: for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.”

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