By: Don R. Wilkins

Many of us know things or have witnessed events, which defy logic. This is such a story.

I'm not a 'Religious'� man, in the sense that I belong to any particular Church or Denomination. I do believe in God and have, throughout my life. I know that most churches believe in praying for the sick. I know this because many Churches have Prayer Chains and take requests for prayer for the sick during their formal services. Whether they expect people to actually be healed or just get better, I don't know. I do know that healing is a tenet of faith in the Bible. I have personally seen a few 'Miracle Healings.'� in my lifetime. I want to share this one with you.

On with the story!

A small group of people were gathered in the living room of a house in a rather poor neighborhood. The purpose of the meeting, as you might guess, was to pray and discuss the Bible. One person in attendance was a young lady from that neighborhood. I'll call her Rose. She had recently begun to attend the Church, to which this group belonged. This was a small non-denominational congregation.

The meeting was nearly at the end when the door to the street opened and there stood Rose's Father. Now we knew some things about this man. He was an alcoholic and was having a difficult time earning a living. He walked into the room holding one hand with the other. Blood was streaming from his hand. He told us he was helping move a refrigerator and it had slipped and crushed his hand. He sat down next to me. It was obvious his hand was in bad shape. I could see the bones sticking out from his, obviously, broken fingers.

No one spoke. I guess we were all wondering why he came to us instead of going to the Emergency Room. Then a strange thing happened. A sense of peace came over the room as we sat there. I was looking at the man's hand. No one moved or spoke. There was perfect silence in the room. After a minute or two the man held up his hand and looked at it with a look of shock on his face, I looked at it also. The bleeding had stopped and he began to flex the fingers, which had been broken. There was no visible evidence of any injury, except for the dried blood on his hands and on the floor.

The man got up and left the house without a word. I never saw him again.

Truth or fiction? A dream? A miracle? You decide. Now that I'm awake, I wonder, could this happen in reality? What do you think?

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