Jesus Loves Babies

When I was a student at ASU, a friend of a friend made an appearance all the way from New Jersey to initiate a pro-life group on campus to stand for the rights of the unborn.  She was bold and passionate about the issue and the people involved.  Her conviction was driven by love for the women who had abortions, the babies who had been aborted, and the unborn children whose lives hung in the balance of a decision. Years later, she was married, moved to Arizona, and had her first child, Karen Ann.

When Karen Ann was 14 months old, she was just diagnosed with cerebral palsy.  There was something wrong with her gross motor skills.  She had the ability of about an eight month old.  Although it was hard for her, she was mentally ready to do so much more than she was physically capable of.  She couldn’t seem to get her legs to function correctly.  It was difficult for her to put weight on them.  At this stage, she was getting around by army crawling.

Little did we know, Karen Ann’s mother had been reading the testimonies posted on this blog.  She asked if we would pray for her daughter.  We shared the testimony of a friend who was healed of cerebral palsy to stir faith for her daughter’s healing.  Then, we emailed a prayer of healing and restoration for her to read every day over her daughter.

Two months passed and we heard the report:

Hey Jonathan and Keeli, I wanted you both to know that Karen has been in physical therapy for two months now and has improved so drastically we're all amazed. She's 16 months old and crawling now really well! Her balance is better and she's pulling herself up on furniture, and walking while holding on to chairs and couches. Thank you for your prayers! A few months ago we didn't know if she'd ever crawl or walk!

Karen Ann’s improvements have been really dramatic.  At 17 months old, she is crawling on all fours with her knees underneath her.  She is no longer dragging her legs behind her.  As her muscle tone develops, we continue to believe that she will be walking soon without assistance.  Agree with us in prayer as we continue to believe for Karen Ann’s healing.  She is a happy, joyful girl and the Lord has great plans for her!

Update, February 11, 2013: Keeli played a video for me on Facebook of Karen Ann walking all by herself.  She didn't trip, stumble, wobble, or fall.  Her mother declared her a "full time walker" and, as you can imagine, we were elated.  We replayed the video over and over and over, each time sensing the overwhelming goodness and love of God!

This testimony has shown how the Lord uses this blog to reach people across the nation.  If you ever need prayer, agreement for breakthrough, or a miracle, we would be honored to stand with you.  Email us at somethingmoreinc@gmail.com.

Jonathan Fawcett

Wounded Knee

When you have a nine month old baby who rides in a car seat, you get used to the routine of taking them in and out of the car seat. One day, we were in Keeli's parents' car. I took her out and WHAM! I turned the wrong way and busted my knee. I wasn't sore to the point of limping but I certainly could feel the pain. For the next few days at work, I anticipated the pain when I went to the water cooler. I would crouch in front of it, fill up my cup, and slowly stand back up. Each time, my knee would get sore. The same was true when I would bend my knees to put Anneli in and out of her car seat. On a Wednesday night at Immersion, Keeli spoke to my knee and commanded it to be well in the name of Jesus.

You may be thinking, "Why didn't you heal your own knee?" or, "Didn't you ask someone to pray for it already." Oddly enough, I did not.  Why?  Honestly, I have no idea.  I guess I figured that it would just heal on its own.  The pain was in short spurts when I was crouched down for minute tasks.  An absent minded decision on my part to neglect the love and healing set aside for me.

The day after Keeli prayed for my knee, I was at work.  In my attempt to quench my thirst, I slowly crouched at the water cooler, anticipating the oncoming pain... except the pain never came.  I stood up again, crouched down and, again, the pain was gone!  My knee didn't hurt since!

The Lord wants to heal everything because He took a beating and died to heal every sickness, disease, infirmity, cancer, cold, hurt knee - EVERYTHING!  Never do what I did and allow pain to become a part of your life.  Allow Jesus to heal.  Don't delay!  Act now!

Jonathan Fawcett

Feather and Fedora

Fall In Love 2012 was a weekend conference in Boone, NC focused on power evangelism.  It certainly was that and more.  Friends traveled from around the country to gain experience in “doing the stuff” that believers were commissioned to carry out. This conference was unlike any I’ve ever experienced.  It wasn’t masses of people coming to listen, take notes, break for lunch, and return for the nightly sessions.  Instead, it was a small group of strangers that connected through their appetite for the supernatural and left as friends.

Rich Brink, a friend we met in Boston, flew from Maine for the weekend.  Rich stirred us with testimonies and shared from John 4 (where Jesus encounters the woman at the well).  He taught practical ways of sharing the Gospel simply and powerfully.

Upon finishing, we were ready to begin the treasure hunt.  This is where we pray in the Spirit and write down every impression we hear from God.  Then, we compare notes, break into teams, and search for the people - the treasures - that the Lord wants to show us.  Often, people get healed, encouraged, or saved.  It was homecoming weekend at Appalachian State so “black and gold” were obvious clues.  We prayed in the Spirit, wrote down our clues and began sharing and connecting the dots.

BJ and Lisa Sullivan, worship leaders and friends from Charlotte, were present.  BJ, sitting down at the front says, “All I saw was a fedora with a feather in it.”

Lisa, standing by the door points out the window and says, “There he goes!” On a skateboard, a man wearing a fedora with a feather in it, shoots by in a blur.  BJ and Richard (our friend and former intern with Immersion Church) try to chase him down but he was too fast.  With many thousands of ASU fans, parents, and students, we knew he would be found again.

We divided into groups of three and began to follow the clues.  I am almost certain that every person with crutches, a cast, or boot was ministered to, prayed for, and some said they began to feel better.  I was with Rich Brink and Josh from Alabama.  Josh attended Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry for two years.  He gave an accurate prophetic word to a friend who serves on the custodial staff.

We then start making our way to the stadium.  Josh and Rich speak a moment to someone on crutches and return right as the fedora and feather walks a few feet right in front of us.  Rich and I catch up with him.  He tells us that he was already found once but was willing to receive anything we had to give him.  We pulled off from the moving crowd and began prophesying to him, encouraging him, and praying for him.  I asked him to stretch out his hands to feel the glory of God.  His arms began to sink under the tangible weight of God’s goodness.

We returned to see that it only took a short time to cover ASU’s campus with a handful of believers.

Jonathan Fawcett

Breathe

Another day in the office, except this day was filled with coughs from the corner.  I overheard a coworker voice her concerns about breathing problems she had been experiencing.  She was constantly getting choked, coughing horrendously and told a fellow employee that she was scared.  Fear and faith do not coexist.  Neither does sickness and the Kingdom of God.  I approached her desk and asked if I could pray with her.  Her eyes were watery from the constant choking.  As she caught her breath in between coughs, she agreed. As I spoke the Word of God over her life, released the Kingdom of God and His promises of healing, the only sound behind the prayer was the sound of deep breaths.  Inhale.  Exhale.  Inhale.  Exhale.  For the first time that week, all coughing ceased.

As coworkers checked on her throughout the day I overheard her tell people, “Jonathan prayed for me and now I am healed!” I may have prayed, but the stripes of Jesus paid the price for her healing, yours and mine (I Peter 2:24).  When we speak the Word of God, the mind is renewed and faith is activated (Romans 12:2, 10:17).   In doing so, we align ourselves to receive the promises of God.  Simply, we believe.

Paul was greatly annoyed by a demon possessed girl and cast the demon out (Acts 16:17-18).  The question is how long do we let the works of the enemy annoy us until we put an end to it?  The difference between sympathy and compassion: sympathy sits on its hands and feels sorry for the person.  Compassion demands action.

The enemy came to steal, kill and destroy (John 10:10).  Jesus came to destroy the works of the devil (I John 3:8).  In this world, we are like Jesus (I John 4:17) which means it's not only okay for you to put an end to the devil’s abuse, but it's expected.

Jonathan Fawcett

Sensation

Testimonies are powerful.  So is communion.  This involves both.  Our friend was lactose intolerant and gluten intolerant.  Her diet was very limited.  Keeli and I met in our friends’ apartment for a Holy Spirit Party.  We prepared communion at the end of our meeting and broke bread.  Our friend couldn’t have bread.  What was she supposed to do?  What happened next was an illustration of pure, unadulterated faith. Faith is activated through our action.  Our friend made the decision to take communion with the bread.  Keep in mind that the slightest amount of gluten would throw her digestive system into a state of turmoil for the next few hours.  We prayed, cursed the gluten and lactose intolerance her body had suffered, and released healing from heaven in Jesus’ name.  No lightning bolts lit up the sky.  No thunder was heard overhead.  No gold dust or angel feathers fell.  We just took communion.

Soon after, our friend went to Macado’s, a restaurant in downtown Boone.  She ordered the infamous Cinnamon Sensation.  Imagine a giant cinnamon roll topped with vanilla ice cream with more gluten and lactose than you can handle in a month!  She wasn’t acting out of presumption.  She believed she was healed, received it when she took communion and ate the Cinnamon Sensation without any consequences.

Why is this blog dedicated to testimonies?  The testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy (Revelation 19:10).  Prophecy is what is to come.  When we shared this testimony to a group of Ivy League students, a friend from Harvard who suffered from lactose intolerance was instantly healed upon hearing.  What happened in the past builds hope and faith for miracle multiplication in the future.  Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God (Romans 10:17).

Jonathan Fawcett

Angel

One day, as I carpooled from work, Keeli called to tell me that the car was out of commission.  She informed me that she was fine.  Being five months pregnant, they were taking her to the hospital for precautionary measures. As I met her at the hospital, the state trooper walked in a short moment after.  Keeli, as always, looked beautiful and didn’t have a scratch.  He proceeded to tell her that she flipped two or three times and took out three pear trees and a fence.  My eyes got as big as softballs.

We discovered that day that we were having a girl.  She was healthy, strong, and unharmed by the traumatic accident that totaled Keeli’s car (May it rest in peace.).

Let’s rewind and observe Keeli’s reaction in the accident:

She was on a straight road with no distractions.  She wasn’t talking on the phone, texting, drinking a beverage or applying makeup.  In fact, Keeli is a wonderful driver – a compliment I pay to very few.  Suddenly, the car pulls sharply off the road.  As the car began to flip through the air, she began to do what many in the Body of Christ resent, renounce, avoid, and excuse.  She prayed in tongues.

When the dust settled, a man approached the destroyed vehicle, trembling with fear that he would find a dead passenger.  Keeli opened her door as he came closer, telling him, unashamed, she was praying in tongues through the wreck.  Often, the church finds tongues offensive but it is a life giving gift from the Holy Spirit.  What’s to be ashamed about?  In an attempt to not stir fear, she walked from the vehicle and didn’t look back.

Weeks later, I told Keeli that we should expect angelic visitations as they occurred frequently in the Bible.  Her back, still in pain, withheld her from having full rotation.  One morning, I woke up to get ready for work.  Keeli said, “You rubbed my back last night.” I told her and am telling you that I did not.  I am a heavy sleeper, waking up in the same position I fell asleep.  Keeli continues to describe how her back was rubbed where the pain resided and how she felt fingers go from the top of her spine down to her tailbone.  Thinking that I was being sweet, she just enjoyed the massage and didn’t say anything.  Sure enough, her back was healed and she regained full mobility and rotation.  Whether the Lord or an angel, a miracle happened and I slept through it.

Jonathan Fawcett

Father and Son

Will is a friend.  We met him when Immersion Church began to meet in the auditorium on Appalachian State's campus.  He is a part of the custodial staff and is on duty during our weekly gatherings.  After one night of the meeting, he began to tell us about his son.  In his 20s, Will’s son had a brain tumor that derailed him from having a normal conversation with his father.  Lacking focus, Will’s son had trouble engaging and interacting. Upon hearing the circumstances, Keeli asked if we could pray for his son.  Will agreed so we prayed with him, agreeing for complete healing.

Weeks passed and we didn’t see Will.  About three weeks after we prayed, he caught me on my way out of the auditorium.

“Hey!  I meant to tell you…”

The tone in his voice was promising.

“The week after you guys prayed for my son, he got better and better and better.  I can talk to my son again!”

Following up with this testimony, he later told us that doctors have since not been able to find the tumor.  The same week we prayed, he began cutting back on his medicine.

Will has since been known for throwing up his hands and coining the phrase, “Weird things happen.” Is this stuff weird?  To some people, yes.  Is it good?  Is it good that a father can talk to his son again?  Is it good for brain tumors to heal?  Is it good for people to know that God loves them unconditionally?  Without a doubt, yes.

Jonathan Fawcett

Well

I work alongside a number of volunteers in the office.  Pam is among those volunteers and is an asset to our team.  She does a wonderful job and makes a mean chocolate cake! One morning, I spoke to Pam in the front office.  She begins telling me how she had been learning how to teach those who had chronic illnesses.  I smiled and said, “That’s great!  You’ll be able to see people healed!” When you’ve seen what we’ve seen, you feel an excitement when you know how capable and willing God is to move in the lives of those experiencing pain.

I began sharing testimonies with her about people Keeli and I have seen healed from years of chronic illness.  She proceeds to tell me about her high red cell blood count and the pain that went straight to her ankles.  On top of that, she had arthritis. She expressed her thankfulness for doctors.  Without medication, she would have been in a wheelchair.

“Pam,” I began. “Jesus asked a certain question to many people He ministered to: Do you want to be well (John 5:6)?  It’s hard to believe, but I have encountered people that didn’t want Jesus to heal them because they delight themselves in the pity and sympathy of others.  They relate to the sickness as a part of their identity.  That’s not who we are and that’s not who Christ created us to be.”

I proceeded to ask, “Pam, do you want to be well?”

She jumped from her seat like she was sitting on a spring and said, “I’ve always wanted to be well!” I gave her my hand and we began to pray and agree for her healing to manifest in her body.  I rarely “feel” anything when I pray for the sick, but I actually felt the heat of the Holy Spirit move through my arms and hands as He surged into her body.

When the prayer ended, she was in tears.  She began to describe that she literally felt the pain leave her ankles.  Hours later that day, I asked how she was feeling.  She had no pain.  Since there was no pain, she didn’t need to take her medicine that day.  The doctors have since been weaning her off her medication.

The next week, she visited my cubicle and said, “Jonathan, since you prayed, I have had less pain, more energy, I’ve lost weight, and I have been waking up better in the morning!” Jesus also healed her of arthritis!  Jesus brings radical transformation for our good because He loves us!

Jonathan Fawcett