17A man in the crowd answered, "Teacher, I brought you my son, who is possessed by a spirit that has robbed him of speech. 18Whenever it seizes him, it throws him to the ground. He foams at the mouth, gnashes his teeth and becomes rigid. I asked your disciples to drive out the spirit, but they could not."
19"O unbelieving generation," Jesus replied, "how long shall I stay with you? How long shall I put up with you? Bring the boy to me."
20So they brought him. When the spirit saw Jesus, it immediately threw the boy into a convulsion. He fell to the ground and rolled around, foaming at the mouth.
21Jesus asked the boy's father, "How long has he been like this?"
"From childhood," he answered. 22"It has often thrown him into fire or water to kill him. But if you can do anything, take pity on us and help us."
23" 'If you can'?" said Jesus. "Everything is possible for him who believes."
24Immediately the boy's father exclaimed, "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!"
25When Jesus saw that a crowd was running to the scene, he rebuked the evila]" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em; ">[a] spirit. "You deaf and mute spirit," he said, "I command you, come out of him and never enter him again."
26The spirit shrieked, convulsed him violently and came out. The boy looked so much like a corpse that many said, "He's dead." 27But Jesus took him by the hand and lifted him to his feet, and he stood up.
Why did Jesus get onto the disciples like He did. If you keep reading, it says that they had so little faith. He goes onto mention that even faith the size of a mustard seed would move a mountain!!!!
I know alot of people don't like to hear that they don't have alot of faith. But it's true. God got ahold of me with that when I was just fifteen.
I was listening to Kenneth Copeland, and needless to say, was shocked to find out that it WAS God's will to heal all-after all, Jesus didn't tell anyone that God was not willing to heal them. In fact, according to Mark 6:5-6, the few times He didn't is because He COULD NOT! "And He was amazed at their lack of faith."
That hit me like a wet noodle. Then I made a decision to put what I was hearing into practice.
It's a good thing I did too, because a few weeks later, I came down with the flu.
It all started at a varsity basketball game. I was a cheerleader in high school and during my freshmen year I was captain of the squad. In the middle of the halftime chant at a state tournament game, I completely lost my voice-AH! How embarrassing!
When the chant was over, I gathered the squad together, and using some Sign Language, informed them that my voice was gone. They were sympathetic, but at the same time found it rather amusing :)
When I got home that night, Mama immediately poured me a cup of hot Jell-O and put me to bed. I was desperate. We still had another game tomorrow morning, and if my voice was not better I would not be allowed to participate.
So after Mama had finished praying for me and had shut off the light, I turned my lamp on, eager to get my hands on those healing Scriptures I had memorized. I said them over and over again, and rebuked the devil. I then turned off the light satisfied, knowing that one way or the other, I was going to get results simply because I dared to believe His promises.
Next morning, I woke up rather late. Although I was sad about missing the game due to my still having laryngitis, I welcomed the break. It had been extremely busy with school, chores, and leading the squad, so I took it as a day off. Even though I still had not seen results, I remained stubborn and refused to permit laryngitis to stay.
However, it looked like my prayers, confessions, and standing on God's promises were not doing me any good, because later on, I found out that I had the flu. Fantastic.
Oh, it made me mad! No, not at God, at the devil. I guess he saw that I was ready to fight, and was trying to break my resistance.
By the grace of God, even after I was told that I had the flu, I set my face like flint, refusing to believe anything about my physical body other than what the Word of God said, even as my body was being assaulted with symptom after symptom. It got to the point where I couldn't even lift my head off the pillow because it hurt so badly.
Nevertheless I remained firm in my belief that God did not author sickness, nor was it His will for my life. I asked Mama to prop me up with pillows so that I could listen to sermons and read healing scriptures. That was the only thing I did the entire time I was on the bed of sickness. Mama was real good to me during that time, bringing me Jell-O and soup. She believed right along with me the whole time.
A day and a half later, I was up and out of bed, doing chores for Mama and playing the game of catch-up where schoolwork was concerned.
To which I say TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY!!!!!! :DDD
I can honestly say that none of His promises have ever failed me since. It has been four years since I got that revelation and I am just as excited about it today as I was four years earlier!
Mark 11:22-24. 22"Havea]" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em; ">[a] faith in God," Jesus answered. 23"I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him. 24Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.