15 hours later

It has been 15 hours since I talked with Mr. Sombat. I just talked with my fellow teacher, Matt, who went to have lunch at Sombat's place, and the elderly gentleman told him the same story as I was told yesterday. The doctors looked inside him from the top down & from the bottom up looking for this problem that they had seen before, but they couldn't find anything anymore—the lesion had completely healed. Mr Sombat told Matt that it was our God who had healed him. Apparently, there were some Thai people having lunch at the same time as when Matt was there, and Mr. Sombat turned to these people & told them about how our God—this God of the Christians—had healed him from this illness that was supposed to have had him 'under the knife.' Matt told me that the look on these Thai people's faces as Sombat told them the story of his healing was a look of wonder and amazement.

A non-believing man tells of how this foreign God heals him from this potentially life-threatening sickness. That is amazing. That is "Book of Acts" type stuff. This isn't you're ludicrous "my leg feels stiff & then the preacher put his hands on me & now I can move it... but then 18 hours later, it's just as stiff as it was before" placebo effect rubbish. This is real. A bona fide miracle.

God still does do this stuff. That's awesome, and I find myself humbled in light of it but awe-struck at the same time. What a crazy/beautiful God.