The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said. - Matthew 15:25
One of the earliest and most unexpected lessons I learned when God "activated" my life for more with Him, was that the devil doesn't like it when someone starts living in their destiny with God. I started experiencing very difficult spiritual encounters, and one night in March 2014, I was awakened at about 2:00 a.m. I heard the growl of an evil sound or voice, and then suddenly felt myself being seized with numbness on the top of my head. When the numbness got to my neck, I could sense that it was making its way down my entire body. In desperation, from deep within my spirit, I cried out, “Jesus, Help Me!” It was an automatic response, and even I was surprised at what I blurted out.
Instantly the numbness went away and I was able to go back to sleep. While frightening during the experience itself, I was so encouraged and amazed to discover what crying out to Jesus can instantly do, and to know that in the end, Jesus has all of the power and authority in the universe.
To reinforce this point, I was surprised recently when reading a book from Francis MacNutt about the history of healing ministries in the Church. Before the Charismatic Movement of the 20th century, healing ministries were all but dead in the Church for a variety of reasons. However, there were some exceptions, with one being a Lutheran pastor from the Black Forest area of Germany named Johann Christophe Blumhardt (1805-1880).
Johann had no intention of getting involved in healing work. His church was spiritually lethargic and his congregation regularly slept through his sermons. But there was a woman in his small town of 500 who had a variety of illnesses, and was so temperamental that people crossed to the other side of the street to avoid her. She had bleeding coming from places in her body, and the doctor asked Johann to get involved, since he could not cure her. None of this had been covered in his seminary, so he didn't really know what to do.
With a big crowd gathering outside of her home due to the loud noises coming from the woman's pain and suffering, Johann decided he could not do any harm by asking her to repeat after him, "Lord Jesus, help me." When she did this, to everyone's astonishment, the bleeding stopped! Johann went on to experience many healing miracles in his town and beyond, with people lining up from far and wide to see him beginning every day at 6:30 a.m. and ending at 11:30 p.m.
I was amazed to read about someone getting the same result of healing from saying the same words I had said in my encounter - Jesus, Help Me. I'm not saying this is a "formula" for healing - we know from the Bible that Jesus and his disciples saw people healed in a variety of ways, and I've witnessed the same thing from my own experiences. My point is that many times, healing comes at the point of desperation, when we run out of all other options, and submit ourselves to the Lordship of Jesus. We are finally able to give up control from our rebel hearts, and have no choice but to give credit to Jesus for our healing.
Have you tried all other options? Are you finally ready to say, "Jesus, Help Me" from the depths of your spirit? In His compassion and unending love, Jesus is ready to lift you up and bring healing to your situation, whatever it may be.
Help me, Lord my God; save me according to your unfailing love. - Psalm 109:26