Originally Posted by Lorie D.
I can relate to that too. A friend of mine goes to a small church in my town where members of the congregation(sp?) sometimes do something they call "laying on of hands." They call on the power of God when they do this, and they claim to be able to cure people this way, including one lady who had terminal cancer and asked to have hands laid on her. This lady said she suddenly felt a warmth spreading through her during the "laying on of hands." The next day when she went to her scheduled doctor's appointment she was found to be 100% cancer free, and the doctors were completely amazed!
Lorie, I definately believe in the "laying on of hands". I even have personal experience, although I can't of course remember it...my mom was 46 when she got pregnant with me...this was in 1965 so of course they had no tests like they do now to see if the baby has downs syndrome or not. The doctor didn't think mom should take the chance, since the risks at her age were so great, but she refused to listen. About half way into her pregnancy, the doctor told her that I was dead. There was no heartbeat, she felt no movement anymore, and all the test results showed that the baby was dead. He wanted to of course get me out, but mom again refused. She went home and called the pastor and the elders of the church to come and lay hands on her and pray, which they did. They prayed far into the night. That night after mom went to bed, my older brother who lived a few states away and who had no idea that anything was even wrong (mom hadn't phoned anyone but the church people about this yet) called and said that he had woke up in the middle of the night and felt he was supposed to pray for the babybecause something was wrong. So he said he got down on his knees and prayed and prayed and that God told him that the baby was going to be okay and that it would be a girl. Mom went back to the Doctor and told him to check for the heartbeat again because her baby was alive. The doctor thought she was simply in denial and tried to talk to her, but she kept insisting he check again, so finally, just to appease her, he did. Guess what??? Heartbeat! Strong one at that!
From then on he called me the "Miracle baby" and was my doctor as well for several years before he died.