A few years ago I was leaving the church after a full day of meetings, when I came across a sister I knew sitting in the foyer. Her face was distorted with pain as she cradled her arm in a sling. The Spirit stopped me.
“You look like you’re in pain, Sister Hoolia,” I said. She was a bright-eyed Hawaiian lady with singular faith and a gift of seeing visions and ministering spirits. I have had many engaging conversations with her.
She looked up and nodded. She explained that her right shoulder was injured, she wasn’t even sure how it had happened, and that the doctors were telling her surgery was needed. She had decided to wait until her Bishop got out of a meeting to ask him for a blessing. The surgery was scheduled for Monday.
I asked her if she would like me to give her a blessing, so that she didn’t have to wait. She readily agreed. I found a bishop of the other ward, a man with great faith, and we went into a small room in the stake offices.
As we were walking into the room I was praying, seeking to know what blessing the Lord had for this wonderful, hurting sister. I knew just from the fact that the Holy Spirit had stopped me, and hand motivated me to offer her a priesthood blessing, that He had something specific for her. I was just waiting for the knowledge to arrive in my head.
As the bishop anointed her, I had an impression enter my mind. It was very “still”. Had I been anything but prayerful at that moment I might have missed it. It was rather odd, but I was willing to obey.
I sealed the anointing and gave her a very short blessing. I commanded her shoulder to be healed instantly. I closed the blessing, and then according to the impression, I moved my hands from her head to her shoulder. She asked me why I had done that.
“I’m just supposed to leave my hands here until your shoulder is better,” I told her.
Believe me, I know this is odd. But, who am I to question how God wants to bless His children.
I felt my hands growing warm and tingly. I didn’t massage or press, just held still. She moved her shoulder a little. “Did you know this is how some of the old Hawaiian elders used to give priesthood blessings?” She said. “My Dad used to do this. He would leave his hands on me until I was well. It usually took just a couple of minutes. My childhood memory is that his blessings always made me better,” she told me.
“I didn’t know that,” I replied.
She flexed her shoulder. “It’s feeling better,” she said.
I waited until the Spirit whispered that I was done, maybe three full minutes. I stepped back and she stood. She took her arm out of the sling and moved it in an arc. “Wonderful! It’s all healed,” she said and laughed. She gave us both a hug and left the room experimentally swinging her arm.
I asked her several times in the following weeks about her shoulder. She said it was completely better.
I have never used that method since, and don’t suggest you do either. The lesson here is that the Spirit instructed me to do this, which meshed with this sweet lady’s childhood experiences, and built her faith. Sometimes it is words we say that trigger faith, sometimes it is feelings of faith and the presence of the Holy Ghost during the blessing. Sometimes it is something unusual. The power isn’t in what we do – it’s in the fact that we do it under inspiration from God.
She wasn’t healed by warm hands, she was healed by her faith which took a few minutes to warm to the occasion.