As I was walking through the doors, that hispanic man was coming in – limping! Excellent!The funny thing is that I dont speak Spanish, and he didnt speak english. We navigated rather unpoetically to realize that it was his knee that was messed up. I could really feel the Spirit on me. In fact, as I put my hand on him, I could already feel something moving underneath his skin. It was wild. And, the Spirit was all over me. I knew that God was doing something big here.I had him try it out, and he looked at me. It was much better, but I didnt know what. There was a slight limp visible, but he came over and hugged me. God had done a good work.
