A Powerful Healing

I don’t think I told you about the healing mass I attended last Sunday. Father Fernando Suarez came to the lady of Shrine (I think that’s what it’s called) to lead the mass. He’s known for healing people, through spiritual means. It’s interesting. He acquires huge crowds who all want and more importantly, need, to be healed of any ailments they may have, be it physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. Anything that needs fixing, he’s the man to see. His powerful touch releases the holy spirit into the person he touches and that person usually falls to the floor, unconscious. I forgot what that’s called but it’s supposed to really peaceful. My parents both have already attended a healing mass once in their life and this was my first. I was so nervous; I didn’t know if it would work on me or not. I was told that I was supposed close my eyes and have what needs to be healed, in my mind. Then Father Fernando would touch or let God’s grace fall upon me. Some people would fall because of this powerful touch and some wouldn’t. Did I mention how I was so nervous? My dad fell unconscious and my mom just fell and cried. That’s why there were catchers there – to catch those who fall unconscious. My dad was one of them. At first I was a little scared seeing all these people fall to the floor. I got used to it by the time I saw the 20th person fall (that was probably a whole row of people). These other kids younger than I were talking to an assisting priest and said that they were scared (I can’t blame them). He told them in an encouraging tone to be relaxed and very open to God. By the time Father Fernando put his hand over me, I quickly remembered to think of what needed to be healed in my life and I closed my eyes. I tried to be open, I really did. As it turned out, I was one of the few who didn’t fall. I felt like nothing happened. But – oh how there’s a but! – Maria, a lady whom I, my mom, Tita Lenny (member of the Santo Nino prayer group), Tita Virgie (another member of the same group) befriended while we sat together, trying to sell Trail mix, apples and water (unfortunately unsuccessfully though) near the parking lot to those attending the healing mass, told me (after I asked her if she felt like she was healed) that God works in different ways for different people. To her, the touch of God’s grace and the Holy Spirit in her is not as powerful as in other people, but God still finds a way to heal her. She told me that that may be the case with me – a most gradual case, that is.

So what did I want to be healed? Well, as soon as the assistant priest said that we have to think of something specific that needed healing, I knew I was in trouble. I did not have any physical problems at all, I felt. In fact, I told my mom that I felt perfectly fine. I regretted saying that out loud to her instead of in a whisper because then I thought I may have jinxed myself. However, I did have a desire, a very personal desire that I wish not to indulge. Other than that, the only thing that came to my mind was my family. So I wished for the health of my family.

And how is it going so far? It worked! At least partially, so far! Kuya joined a boxing gym to get back in shape and my mom is considering knee surgery. She had knee pains for about four years running now. As for my dad, well he’s playing tennis more to get fit and Ate Sherry’s running has increased (although that may be due to her more free time). I did not find an opportunity yet for my personal desire to get fixed, but I can wait. Thank you God, Jesus, Mary and Father Fernando, I highly appreciate it!

What’s cool about this is that I didn’t even tell my family about what I had in mind during the healing service.