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Below is a post by Connie Rock, who went to a Children's Cancer Hospital with part of the team one day.
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True story. A man was born blind. The disciples asked Jesus what he or his parents did wrong that would cause the blindness. His answer below…

 
John 9:3 "Neither this man nor his parents sinned," said Jesus, "but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life."
 
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This passage was brought to my attention by Don a couple months ago. We began to ask daily for healing of my sight. I have glaucoma. According to Wikipedia, glaucoma is an eye disease in which the optic nerve is damaged in a characteristic pattern. This can permanently damage vision in the affected eye(s) and lead to blindness if left untreated. It is normally associated with increased fluid pressure in the eye. It's much worse in my right eye than the left, but nonetheless…I have lost part of my vision.
 

On the last couple trips, I have shared this story from John 9 over and over, most recently on the last trip to Puerto Rico. A small team of us joined by a handful of our Puerto Rican family visited a Children's Cancer Hospital. Our focus was the floor that treated children stage 4 cancer and beyond. It worked like this:
 
Three gals entered as clowns, introduced themselves-and us. We'd smile, touch shoulders, shake hands, kiss cheeks… We made small talk, played with the younger ones and I took the older ones' phones to find my name on Facebook and become "official" friends. The team sang; we'd ask to pray for them. We'd pray, take a picture, and say goodbyes. Then we'd walk out of the room and cry in the hall.
 

Cry, dry, and repeat. We were given very specific orders not to shed any tears or show sorrow while inside the rooms.
 
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I thought I might have a word for the children, but no…instead I played with the children and teased the older ones. Getting a smile out of them was a rush. For that second, they forgot. But for the mothers, aunts, and family who sat in the rooms with them… the weight was heavy. Their bodies shook as we prayed. Looking into their eyes, I reminded them that their illness is not the effect of his/her sin, or that of their parents. But that it was a work of God…so that when they are restored…that HE would get the glory and praise!
 

The next day, we walked through the colorful streets of old San Juan when a guy approached us asking for prayer: "I have leukemia and want prayer".  Yes! Yes! I shared John 9 and began to intercede as my sister, Kary, translated.
 
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We claimed healing thru the blood of Jesus. We thanked Him. We praised Him. We had faith. After the AMEN…I asked, "My friend, what did you hear the Lord saying to you?"

"I'm healed!"

A smile came across his face and we celebrated… a little jumping, some clapping, a picture, and a few squeals. What does this healing look like? Not sure yet, but I know it included spiritual healing…the most important healing. He believes in the Son of God!
 
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Connie's brother, Kevin, has a non-profit called Love Transfusion that I want to share with you. In 2007 he was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. And… miraculously… the Lord healed him! Today, there is no sign of cancer in his body–something that is all God! But it was during the time of his diagnosis and dealing with his sickness that the idea of Love Transfusion came to him. When worry… fear… confusion overwhelmed him, it seemed like God always sent someone to encourage him. Sometimes he'd sit at his computer late at night, reading emails from people he'd never met, who were going through the same thing he was… or had gone through the same thing he had… or weren't going through it, but had heard of him and were praying for him. The encouragement he found during that time changed his life. It was then he promised God that if he were healed, he'd start a non-profit where people could encourage, pray for, and even "meet" (virtually) people with life threatening illnesses or debilitating life conditions.

This is how it works… someone sends Kevin and/or his wife, Julie, the story of someone who is hurting or sick… someone who needs prayer. They post it online, and people from all over the world read these stories. They pray. They comment. A "like" under the story means a virtual hug… or a prayer sent. This is a beautiful way to reach out… to help those who need to be encouraged. Right now, over 52,000 people like Love Transfusion.

So… for example… do you remember Francisco from Costa Rica? Kevin made a video (below) of Francisco's story and posted it on his site. So, in addition to those who read mine, Connie's, and the Costa Rica blog… over 52,000 people have had the opportunity to read his story! Francisco really will NOT be forgotten!

You can check them out on their website, which is under construction, or find them on Facebook.
 

 
*bottom two photos by Kristen Torres-Toro… all others by Connie Rock!