Why I became a Christian. A healing story.
I grew up on Vancouver Island in a family that had Christian values taught. Unfortunately we were a dysfunctional family and had a bent on analyzing other people to make sure they were living “righteously”. People with this mindset are quick to point out other people’s flaws but usually have many flaws themselves that need to be dealt with.
When I was 19, two of my brothers went to visit our cousins in Switzerland. They were skiing one foggy day and my brother John hit a cross slope ditch that he didn't see and broke his leg very badly. He was rushed to the hospital and had one of the top two doctors in Switzerland operate on him. The doctor's team almost gave up on his leg and nearly amputated it. In the last minutes they were able to put the pieces back together. They put a steel sleeve around his femur because it was fractured so badly.
The doctor told him that he would not be able to play sports at high intensity again. John became a Christian while he was in Switzerland, and our uncle prayed for his leg and told him to never give up praying. He had seen many miracles while he was there–one reason he decided to give his life to God and also to keep praying.
He came back to Vancouver Island to get his left knee operated on because so much scar tissue had built up in the knee from the time of the break. (He partially tore a ligament and could only bend it half way.) The surgeon told him it would take at least 3 operations to correct the problem to get the knee back to 90% of normal.) A while later he was at a Sunday morning service in a small church in Qualicum.
The visiting evangelist who was leading the service started it off by saying that many people come to healing service to see miracles, but never really live their lives to God. So, instead of him praying for people, the evangelist said they were just going to worship God and Jesus was going to start healing people.
While softly singing the words 'Hallelujah' and 'Holy Spirit' the evangelist said there was someone in the place who had a torn ligament and restricted movement in their left knee and God was going to heal them if they would have the faith. John said he just prayed: "God I don't have any faith
but please heal my knee." Well, when John left that worship meeting his knee was completely healed. The doctors could not believe it and of course could not explain it. He has all the x-rays to prove it! John told me all about his healing, but I was still mad a God for a few things and decided to put it out of my head.
A little while later my other brother Ray had his allergies healed and told me of other people who had miracles happen to them. Later John told me of a time when God told him to give away about $160 when that was all the money he had. He did give it away and the day after someone from work came and gave him more money than he had given away without any prior knowledge that he had just given this money away. There are many more stories about him that I can tell, but I will get back to my story. At 22 I began feeling like my life was directionless. I began to ponder how God had changed my
