oldcelt, here is something to ponder. And it certainly can’t be answered by a god who dosen’t give a care.
forums.catholic-questions.org/showthread.php?t=735495
I thought I’d put an edited version of the link in the op. It starts at a Catholic Charismatic healing service:
(Praying the Rosary) I had already made up my mind that I wasn’t going to volunteer to go to the front for special prayers or anything. Then something strange happened; I felt this wonderful peace come over me. It was as if all the unhappiness of the years of suffering through this disease suddenly disappeared.
Returning home that evening, I vowed to improve my spiritual life.
By the end of that year the paralysis was in both legs and my arms. … my legs became severely deformed, and the bones began to bow. My right knee became completely displaced because of the spasticity of the leg; the knee-cap came off and slid over into the interior of the leg. Also, there was now no feeling left at all. … It was time to face up to the fact that I was handicapped — and to begin life in a wheelchair. …
Then, one night in June this year, as I lay in bed finishing my rosary, I heard a voice say, Why don’t you ask? I don’t know why, because I had never asked before to be healed. … So I asked with all my heart for her to ask her Son to heal me of whatever I needed to be healed. At that moment I felt a bubbly feeling go through me, and I don’t remember anything else as I fell asleep.
the next morning… I had a Scripture class …My husband helped me into our van which was equipped with hand controls for me, and he placed my wheelchair in the van as he always did. (Once there) there was always someone to help me and get me to class.
Suddenly, as I sat there studying with the rest of the class, I began to experience a feeling of warmth in my feet and legs and an intense itching. But there was no way this could be happening, as I had no feeling in my feet and hadn’t for several years. Then I looked down at my feet and not only were they itching, but my toes were wiggling!
I didn’t remember another thing in the class; in fact, I don’t even remember leaving the class and getting into my van.
As I arrived at my house, I remembered that there was no one home. … They did leave my crutches at the bottom of the three steps leading into our house. If I needed to get into the house, I could do it with the crutches. But it took a great deal of difficulty.
I sat there in the car for 15 minutes, waiting. Then, I had to go to the bathroom. My handicap also included bladder and bowel dysfunction, and I had been in class all morning. . . . so I had to get in and get in right away!
I stretched out of the car and got the crutches. I could not, however, lift my leg with the heavy braces on them. I stood there for a few minutes and then thought that if I could feel my feet—maybe I could also lift my leg. I tried it, and it went up the steps with no difficulty. My heart was pounding!
Once in the house, I unlocked my braces, I looked down at my legs. I thought they looked kind of funny; then it hit me that my right leg was completely straight! I had had two surgeries on it to attempt to straighten it, but neither had been successful. In fact, they had finally released the kneecap (surgically) to let it go with the rest of my knee, stating that was all they could do with it. A severe valgus deformity had resulted from the years of spasticity and muscle imbalance.
As I looked now, it was straight. The kneecap was where it was supposed to be. My legs were perfectly straight!
At that point, I completely flipped out and began screaming that my legs were straight. I kept saying, “Thank you Blessed Mother! Thank you Jesus!” But it still had not sunk in that I was healed. Shaking, I took off the braces and stood up on my legs, unassisted, for the first time in years. I looked down again; they were like anyone else’s legs! Finally it struck me that something very wonderful had happened.
I walked down the hallway. . . walked down the hallway, with my crutches under my arm. When I got to the base of the stairs, I thought: well, if I’m really healed, I can run up those stairs. So I dropped my crutches and did it — and then ran back down and up again. And I just kept shouting “Thank you!” over and over. I went a little hysterical, weeping and laughing at the same time. . . .
I called a good friend who also taught at St. Gregory’s. I remember I was standing in the middle of the living room floor, jumping up and down when she arrived; soon we were both jumping up and down as she realized what was happening.
My friend calmed me down some and said we needed to find my family so that we could tell them. (Arriving back at home after finding her family had left where they’d been) my friend ran in to get Ron who came out, white as a sheet. He thought something must have happened, because my car was still there and the braces and crutches were in the house, and that an ambulance must have come and taken me to the hospital.
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