HEALING...

Almost a month ago, we attended the healing mass of Fr. Suarez at the Charismatic Center in Houston. Throngs of people came in, infirmed and not. Most of them pinoys, some hispanics and a number of blacks. A lot of them came in their wheelchair, with a friend or relative accompanying them. You can really feel the theme of the night, it seemed that even living in this 21st century and right in the backyard of the Houston Medical Center would not answer their need for healling. They needed an outsider to heal themselves.

My family went their to participate in the healing service. I, though, have a personal reservation on how effective could it be. Nevertheless, I came and observe. Right after the mass, Fr. Suarez started the healing service. The first were those in wheelchair and acutely infirmed. Since Zach and Coco went restless, I pulled them back to the hall. Although I could see them in the TV monitor I wanted to see them being healed personally. To my disbelief and amazement, all the accounts in Fr. Suarez website and from people who have witnessed the healing service, were true. The lame were able to walk, the deaf were able to hear, the blind was able to see and those who have been suffering from their ailment, ranging from athritis to stroke were healed. I saw some old folks pushing their own wheelchair back to their seats, all tear eyed and don't know what hit them. There was even a vietnamese lady who jumped out and ran towards the door of the center.

I saw a lot of people, all kinds, fell down just with the simple laying of hands by Fr. Suarez. For unknown reason, their bodies just folded up and went down. Good their were "catchers" behind them to safely support them while going down.

I was wrong when I thought that bringing Zach and Coco was a bad idea. It turned out to be the brightest idea instead. Had it not for them, we would have been there waiting for so long. Thanks to them, all those who have kids under 7 were allowed to be in line after those in wheel chair.

When it was my turn to line up, I took Coco with me. Jaz got Zach. We were at the center of the line, and our catchers were right behind us. Fr. Suarez lay his hand one by one to the kids and parent. Some folded up, others didn't. When it was on our turn, he touched Coco's head, and mine. I didn't close my eyes but felf a sudden thud in my whole body. I was expecting to fall but my consciousness told me to stand firm because I was holding Coco.

The healing experience was real. For me to know and find out if something happened to my body is immaterial. By just going there and witnessing the phenomena in front of me was enough to believe that something was different and real. The healing maybe subjective and can be appreciated only by the one healed, but no can can question it. People believed it and it happened right before our eyes.

Of course, most of the result will be found out in due time, but the real lesson was, indeed, for us human, we don't only need cures but healing.