Bell Rock – Healing at the Circle K
This is the continuation of my story about our trip to Bell Rock. To read the previous story — go here.
After leaving Bell Rock, content that the enemy had been dealt with and the angels had been freed, we drove south to the little town of Oak Creek. The parking lot at Bell Rock is less than a mile from a Circle K gas station. The car needed gas, the crew needed food, and I needed coffee for the long drive home. And as you know, Circle K is my favorite coffee stop. McLain hopped out of the car and swiped his credit card to pay for the gas. I was too tired to argue with him. He shoved the pump nozzle in the tank with a smile. I adjusted my sunglasses, gave him a grin, and went inside.
After grabbing a bottle of water for my wife, I filled my travel mug halfway with hazelnut creamer and topped it off with coffee. I waited in line at the counter while my wife waited in line for the bathroom. I noticed a massive Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup package at the counter and I picked it up to examine it closer. It was a two-pack of peanut butter cups. Each peanut butter cup weighed eight ounces. I held it up so my wife could see it. “Hey baby… want me to get this for you?” She gave me a sarcastic look so I put it back on the shelf. The woman behind the counter asked if I was going to buy it. “Nope. Just the coffee refill and a bottle of water. The Reese’s thing is an inside joke.”
“Really? Tell me more.”
“About two months ago we were shopping at Costco when the cart suddenly made a turn down the candy aisle without my consent. No… honest. It really did! So we’re cruising’ past all the Costco-sized packages of chocolate and suddenly my wife says, ‘Hey honey… I’d kinda like that bag of chocolate peanut butter cups if you don’t mind.’ She batted her eyelashes at me, so I hoisted the three-and-a-half-pound bag from the shelf and tossed it in the cart. Over the next three weeks, we slowly devoured the peanut butter cups and during that time, she developed an excruciating case of pain and tenderness all over her body. I couldn’t touch her anywhere without hurting her. Every time she tried to pick something up off the floor she had pain. So check this out… about three days after the peanut butter cups are gone, her pain left. I mentioned it to her one day and her jaw nearly hit the floor. She had no pain before we bought the peanut butter cups and the pain suddenly ended when they were gone. The pain was caused by the sudden increase in sugar. We’ve known for years that there’s a connection between sugar intake and chronic pain caused by inflammation. But we’d never seen such obvious evidence of it. So the thing with the peanut butter cups was just our little inside joke.”
So after I explained all this, the clerk began asking me questions about chronic pain. Like the pain she had in her knee.
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I asked her about the pain and let her tell me as much as she was comfortable sharing. “Would you like to be healed?” I asked.
“I sure would. Are you a healer?”
“I sure am.”
Now you need to remember the setting of this encounter. Sedona is the New Age capitol of North America. They have more energy healers living there than the Mayo clinic has doctors. So it was no surprise for a stranger to offer healing at a gas station. People who are seeking the supernatural come there for a reason. They all work different jobs, mostly in the town’s tourism industry. But nearly everyone who lives in Sedona comes there seeking an encounter with the supernatural. What they really need, of course, is a radical encounter with the Holy Spirit and the kingdom of God.
So I got down on my knees and felt both of her knees. Her left knee was much more swollen than her right one. “You don’t have arthritis, do you?” I asked. She told me about the tests her doctors had done and what treatments she’d been through. Most of the swelling was fluid that had collected in the joint over time. I placed my hands around her knee. “Spirits of pain and inflammation, I command you to leave in the name of Jesus. Swelling, leave. Cartilage, bones, tendons, muscles, nerves, and ligaments, be healed.” I asked what she felt.
“My whole knee feels really warm.”
“Well… it looks like you’re being healed.” Now it was my turn to use the bathroom.
While I was away, McLain, who had been watching the whole thing go down, gave the woman some advice. “If the pain ever comes back, tell God, ‘whatever you did to heal my knee, keep doing it’.” When I came out of the bathroom the woman said, “Now it’s tingling all over.”
I told her, “Tingling is good. That means you’re being healed.” I paid for the coffee and the bottle of water, smiled, shook her hand, and left. McLain was waiting in the car with the rest of the crew. He told me what he said to her. I told him I like to leave people with a little instruction on how to keep their healing and I appreciated him giving her some advice. He said it was kinda comical watching the customers react to what I was doing. I wasn’t aware that anyone was paying attention to me.
“Oh yeah. This one guy came in the store and when I asked if he wanted to get past me, he said, “No, that’s okay… I want to watch what this guy is doing.” I guess even in a place like Sedona, things like this can draw a crowd.
We drove home and talked about many things. I got to teach him a little bit about healing, and he got to teach me how to do spiritual warfare without either of us becoming a casualty. All in all, our trip to Bell Rock was an excellent outing.
This is an excerpt from my book My Craziest Adventures With God Volume 2.