Last weekend a few of my friends went to the curiously named Y-Not festival up in the Peak District. What they did was incredibly simple but they saw a constant stream of astonished people.
Other than tents and a camper van for accommodation they went with just a gazebo, four chairs, a sign saying ‘FREE HEALING’ and a confidence in the power of Jesus. None of them would mind me saying they aren’t particularly super heroes, by the way.
The following account is spliced together from a few texts sent by the guys on the ground at the festival at different points over the weekend and conversations since. It doesn’t read wholly chronologically as the texts were from different times but it’ll give you a feel for what happened.
“Amazing stuff happening here at the festival. They sold 10k tickets, so for a small festival it’s pretty packed. We’re camped next to some friendly travellers who look after us. The site is slowly turning into a mudbath because of the rain.
“A very sceptical medical student was left quite bemused when the pain in his lower back disappeared. A guy called Lee who was watching him said he suffered from depression and asked for prayer. While we prayed he said he felt very dizzy which he thought was f***ing weird, then couldn’t remember why he felt depressed and felt detached from what had troubled him. We got a chance to tell him about God’s care for him.
“Even the rain is in our favour- people come to shelter from it then ask what we’re doing, remember that they need healing, get healed and then listen to us talk about the kingdom of God until it stops raining.
From Thursday to Sunday they prayed for about 160 people, with 3/4 of them instantly healed (about 120). The majority of the remainder were people who couldn’t tell if they were healed at the time (like the person had chronic back pain which didn’t happen to hurt when they started praying), and 4 or 5 people weren’t healed at all.
Over the weekend I showed a friend one of the texts from the festival and he wondered “why does that kind of thing never happen to me?”, which funnily enough reminded me of how one of the guys who was at the festival doing the stuff used to sound.
Possibly related to all these events two days ago someone called Sadie tweeted “I just remembered Chaz tried to heal Rachel’s jaw “like the jesus army” last night. Oh life.” Yesterday the Jesus Army replied with “How’d it go? Did Rachel’s jaw get better? :)” to which Sadie replied “it did!“
Over the last year I’ve seen videos of miracles on the streets in America, videos of Americans healing on Britain’s streets and now there’s folk I live with doing the stuff.
Let’s be confident that when Jesus gave us authority to heal the sick and raise the dead he meant it, and he still means it today.