Are You There, God? If So, Please Say Something!

Are You There, God? If So, Please Say Something!

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va., there lived a really nice person named Sam. With long hair and a high-pitched voice, but liking cars and cowboys, people didn’t know if it was a guy or a girl. Life was especially hard for Sam because of all the talents God had given. Being really athletic, could beat most of the guys in almost any race. On the other hand, one of the favorite past-times was house-keeping and cooking. Yet watching cheerleaders do their tumbling and pyramids with a really envious expression was something which also appeared to be an activity which would bring some great joy. Sam always wore pants in the colder months and shorts in the warmer months, never a skirt or dress. Sam also wouldn’t go to the bathroom all day, until the one at home. Sam was really nice to everybody and was always doing extra things to improve anybody else’s life when at all possible. The problem was people were always afraid to ask Sam, “Are you a guy or a girl?” since that would insult most people.

Some people would keep an eye on Sam to see which bathroom was chosen, but apparently he or she had an incredibly large bladder which enabled him or her to hold it until the end of the day when it was time to go home. Quite often Sam acted as if people weren’t supposed to know what sex he or she was. In spite of that, Sam was an outstanding student in school and was one of the fastest runners they had there. Still, there were many problems which plagued him or her. One of the biggest was that the Lord wouldn’t answer any of Sam’s prayers. While praying for a job, to go on a date, to receive healing for the brain which had been damaged because of a rope-swing accident when it broke and landed on the pavement. That incident had left Sam legally-blind with some severe memory problems. Yet in spite of that, the faith that person had in the almighty One was incredibly strong, knowing He could do exceeding, abundantly above all Sam asked or thinked according to the power that worketh in him or her. The faith that person had was mountain-moving strong, but for whatever reason, none of the prayers to the greatest Doctor of all-time were being answered. Sam went to Church every time the doors were open. Also praying more than anybody else in the world to have those needs met where not happening, which was quite discouraging to that poor Sam. Actually, “poor” was not a good adjective to describe it’s financial situation. Even though working as a part-time janitor at a great organization called S. S. Va., which stands for, “Super Saving’s Very Active.” It was not

a great way to get wealthy, but at least it kept him or her from being poor, which was what tht person liked doing with alcoholic beverages into glasses. When he-she had a little too much to drink one time, a policeman pulled him-her over from driving erratically on the road and said, “Hay! Now, you’re too drunk to be driving!” but Sam replied, “Oh, no, ossifer! I’m too drunk to be walking! I had to drive! Now, I’m not drunk! I’m just under the alcafluence of incahall! (Hickup)!” Then the cop said, “Walk a straight line,” but Sam said, “Ossifer, I can’t do that sober!”

Then one day while playing with some neighborhood kids, Sam got bored, as did several other kids, so they decided to put up a rope-swing over his-her driveway. That was fun to swing on it, but only one person could do it at a time, so another bigger kid split the rope into 3 strands. He took 2 and gave the other to Sam. While swinging out on it, they played crack-the- whip with the rope. That was fun, until the single strand of rope Sam was swinging on broke, and crashed to the pavement, out cold. The other kids knew Sam was dead. One ran next door and called Sam’s mom as a nursing instructor to come home immediately. When she got there and saw Sam’s pupils were dialed, she called an ambulance to take them to the hospital. Sam’s mom, Alice, prayed harder than she’d ever prayed for anything in her life that the Lord would spare Sam to be safe from any problems. Yet when his eyes were opened wearing a terrified expression, a nurse asked, “What’s the problem, Sam? Are you alright?” knowing that something’s not right at all judging by the way he was looking around the room sporadically.

“I can’t see anything!” cried Sam in a horrified voice, partly crying in utter horror of being completely blind. He yelled, “Now, somebody please turn the lights on! It’s pitch black dark!”

Sam’s mom was holding his hand but she prayed, “Are You there, God? It’s me, Alice! Now, if You’re there, I really do need Your help! Please give Sam his sight back! He won’t be able to serve You if he’s not able to see! Please heal Sam’s vision! Thank You for doing that, Father!”

Later, Sam’s vision slowly improved, but all the improvement stopped suddenly. Sam was still almost blind, but could tell when a light was turned on. Then there was no more improve- ment in Sam being able to tell when a light was on since everything was really blurry. Sam’s mom prayed, “Heavenly Father, please touch and heal Sam’s vision. ‘You can do exceeding, abundantly above all I ask or think according to the power that worketh in me,’ so touch and heal Sam’s eyes in Jesus’ Name I pray, please do that, great Physician. Thank You very much.

Are you there, God? If so, please hear my prayers and grant me this major desire of my heart.”

Yet Sam’s vision stopped improving after a few weeks. Even after being discharged from the hospital, advancement towards being able to live a, “normal” lifestyle was most definitely out of the question. Every doctor told Sam’s parents, “Sam will never be able to see clearly again. He should be concerned about being able to walk. That’s all you can hope for at this point.”

Sam’s parents were crushed after hearing that horrible report. Yet then, a Pentecostal pastor named Bishop David came in to see San. He’d heard about his blindness, but knew the Lord could do what man cannot do. When he laid his hands on Sam’s eyes, he prayed out loud saying, “Heavenly Father, we know You can still do miracles, although you’re not still here on Earth in the flesh, but Your Word says all it takes is, ‘2 or more to be agreement with touching anything, there are You in the midst of them.’ Well, we’ve got many people in agreement about this matter, God. Touch Sam and heal this precious child of Yours. I thank You that it’s done.”

Meanwhile Sam’s mom, who was beginning to have some doubts about the Lord’s ability to heal people, still prayed for Him to touch and heal her child right now in Jesus' mighty Name.

Suddenly a blinding light flashed in the room where the people were laying their hands on Sam. It blinded everybody who was there for several seconds. When they could see again, they heard Sam’s voice screaming. Nurses and doctors came running in to see what was wrong to make anybody scream that way. They figured it was because somebody had dropped something extremely heavy on Sam’s toes. Yet when the people gathered together in the room to see why Sam was screaming, since they thought something terrible had happened. Yet the expression on Sam's face was different. His lips had gone from an n shape into a u shape. Which meant the corners were pointing north instead of south. The nurses asked, “What is it, Sam? Why did you scream? Did you drop something on your foot or what happened anyway?”

“No!” yelled Sam, standing up off the bed, “I can see! I can see things clearly everywhere!”

The doctors and nurses who had assembled there said, “There’s no way! Damaged brain cells are damaged for life! You’ll never be able to see clearly again, I’m sorry to tell you, pal!”

That’s when Bishop David came into the room. He said, “Who are you to put God in a box? He’s the great Physician and can do anything that man can’t do! Jehovah Rofe strikes again!”

“Aw, he’s delirious!” said one of the doctors who’d heard the scream and came running in, “There’s no way that guy can see! Just play along with him though! Pretend like you believe it!”

One of the nurses said calmly, “Alright, Cuz, if you’re healed, read this,” putting up a paper with tiny letters on it. “Prove to us that your God can still heal people if that’s what you believe!”

“Cuz Roye, room 4-32 is a t. b. i. survivor who’s legally-blind with severe memory problems. That’s on the 4th floor, room 42I. Ask me to say the alphabet backwards! I can really do that!”

“Okay, wise guy!” replied one of the mail nurses who happened to be standing there, “Do it!”

Cuz turned around and faced the wall behind him and said, “A, B, C. D. E. F. G. H. I. J,”

“Comedians!” said the c. n. a., while shaking his head, “I can’t stand comedians!”

“Oh yeah?” said Cuz, “Well, how about this? Z y x w v u t s r q p o n m l k j i h g,“

“Alright!” interrupted the nurse, “So you memorised some things in grade-school! Big deal! Let’s hear you repeat these numbers! Bet you can’t do that, Mr. By-His-Stripes-I-Am-Healed!”

Then he said a list of numbers that were written on paper on the table. Yet Cuz repeated everything the doctor said, then he said them backwards to prove he really did have an abnormal brain which not only remembered them, but he could also say them backwards.

That caused the doctors and nurses in the room’s jaws to hit the floor. Cuz just smiled at them and said, “Any questions? You had better pick your jaws up before somebody trips over them!”

All the doctors and nurses were awestruck at the things Cuz could do that he wasn’t supposed to be doing with a head-injury. They asked him several really difficult questions which nobody in the room knew the answers to, but Cuz was able to answer all of them, adding on other facts about whatever the subject was they were trying to stump him on, but they were unable to do it.

One of the specialists whispered to the other doctors who were in the room, “I don’t know how this cat can know all those answers, but there is no way his brain could be healed. Right?”

Since Cuz had super-sensitive hearing, he heard what they said and replied, “I just told you guys what happened! Now, I can't help it if you won’t believe me! Dr. J. has healed me, and I do not mean, ‘Erving,’ from the 76ers either! My Doctor is greater than any of those in the world!

He is the best Doctor of all-time because He made every person on this planet, therefore He knows how to heal each of them from all their infirmities. Yet He operates on faith! That’s, “the substance of things hoped for, the great evidence of things not seen!’ For Heaven’s sake! Try reading your Bible a little and you’ll see everything I have been telling you is exactly the truth!”

Nobody could say anything that counteracted the stuff that had just come out of Sam’s mouth. The bottom line is, the Lord can still heal people as easy right now as He did 2,000 years ago when He was walking on this planet. All He asks is that we have faith and believe that He is Who He claims to be, which is the Son of God and Jehovah Roffe. That means our great Healer.

Although this story is fictional, it shows what the Lord does to anybody who believes in Him.

The end.

By, Cuz Roye.