Jesus told them a picture-story to show that men should always pray and not give up. He said, “There was a man in one of the cities who was head of the court. His work was to say if a person was guilty or not. This man was not afraid of God. He did not respect any man.
In that city, there was a woman whose husband had died. She kept coming to him and saying, ‘Help me! There is someone who is working against me.’ For a while he would not help her. Then he began to think, ‘I am not afraid of God and I do not respect any man. But I will see that this woman whose husband has died gets her rights because I get tired of her coming all the time.’”
Then the Lord said, “Listen to the words of the sinful man who is head of the court. Will not God make the things that are right come to His chosen people who cry day and night to Him? Will He wait a long time to help them? I tell you, He will be quick to help them.
But when the Son of Man comes, will He find faith on the earth?”
Luke 18: 1-8
This is not a passage that is traditionally used to promote divine healing. Persistent prayer, yes, but healing, not so much.
One day, however, this passage became to me a rhema word from God and my healing was manifested within in a few days.
I was forty-two years old. My husband and I were trying to have a child. First pregnancy ended in miscarriage, second was an ectopic pregnancy which nearly cost me my life.
Up until the second miscarriage, I had the support of family and friends. When my life was threatened, I lost that support along with our child and a fallopian tube. Everyone said, “give up”.
My doctor said impossible. He made it very clear I would never conceive again. He said, “give up”.
While I was weighing out the advice of the doctor and family, I stumbled onto this passage and the story resonated deep within me.
I could relate to this woman. Clearly, someone was working against me and I had no desire to give up and let my enemy win. Similarly, I had a judge to whom I could plead my case and who would hear my grievances.
She went before an unrighteous judge and that’s where our similarity ended. I knew a Righteous Judge! I said a quiet prayer to Him. I asked Him to bring justice on my behalf as I had been robbed of two children.
The Judge heard my prayer, rendered His decision and brought justice on my behalf!
Our son John was born ten months later!
Words can’t even express my gratitude Father. You are indeed the Righteous Judge, always ready to hear my cry and move on my behalf. I praise You for making a way for me to come boldly to Your throne and let my requests be heard. Thank You, that when Your gavel goes down and Your decision is rendered, no man can stop You from performing Your word on my behalf. Amen.
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