I Corinthians 13:13
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
Furious Love is the title of the second movie in a series made by WP Productions, founded by Darren Wilson. I saw it, its predecessor, The Finger of God, and his third film Holy Ghost all on Netflix.
I saw Finger of God first. I started out skeptical, as it purported to show miracles that didn’t seem too far removed from cheesy, money-grubbing televangelists. I hung in there, though, just on the off chance I was wrong.
The people Darrel showed us in this first film claimed to be healers. I’m talking about laying on hands, full blown miraculous healings. By the end, I was thinking I had to find the faith, the…connection to God I seem to be missing to do that. Can you imagine it?
Just as in Acts, these people would walk up to strangers or even stand in a crowded square, asking if anyone needed healing. Sure enough, a few timid souls would approach. The healers would ask them if such and such was their problem. You could see the surprised “How-did-you-know-that?” look slam into their faces.
The healer would ask if it would be OK to pray for them and touch them. In for a penny…as they say. Sometimes the healing would happen quickly. Sometimes extra prayer was needed.
One case that was filmed in India for Holy Ghost involved a man who, of course, spoke no English. He was Hindu, but the guitar playing brought him along with the rest of the crowd. The singer asked through the interpreter if he needed healing for his knee. Surprised, the man confirmed his right knee was bad.
Again, permission to pray and touch was requested and received. It took only a couple minutes, and it was done. The man was asked to move it, test it out. When he realized he’d been healed, all he could do was stare at the guitarist, eyes big as saucers, and thrust out his hand in thanks.
There was a scene with some head-banging, heavy metal rockers who had been healed of their addictions. Darrel said he thought they should go out to the lobby before the concert and see if anyone needed healing. Just like that, they were off.
There was one notable man whose right leg was longer than his left. He was sat down on some steps, and one of the rockers pulled both his legs out. Sure enough, there was a difference of something short of an inch. He started praying, and you could watch the leg lengthen.
As it went on, more and more people gathered as they started witnessing about Jesus and how He had saved them.
Yes, ma’am! These two head-bangers with dreadlocks, and makeup that would knock Grandma Schmenkman out of her Lutheran pew if they showed up on Sunday morning were preaching the Good News before they took the stage to blow out the eardrums of these paying customers.
Throughout all three films, it was mostly non-believers who received healing and then an introduction to Jesus. Some accepted Jesus on the spot, including a Satanist at an occult convention. Others walked away, amazed at their good fortune.
I’ve described all of this to give you the key. The key was brought into stark relief in Utah, home of the Mormons.
Several Christian healers had felt led to go there, and found themselves in front of a Mormon temple, where a bible-thumping Christian preached his fire and brimstone message. They were gentle and kind to him, as they drew him out to try and discover his whole story.
After spending time with him, his wife came by, so they chatted with her. She related how he’d been at this for about thirty years in this same spot. The men were amazed at his tenacity. They asked her if she had any idea how many people he’d led to Christ in all of those years. She thought for a moment, and then said about 4 or 5.
The guys didn’t miss a beat over the unimpressive number. They asked if she felt it was worth the effort. She said it was. Even if they only ever won a single soul to Christ, it would be worth it. With compliments on their dedication and sincere good wishes and prayers, they moved on down the street.
Maybe a block away, and still within earshot of the man at the temple, they felt led to address a group of about a half dozen young people. The short story is that they performed a healing on one of them. The healings usually come with a warmth. The healed kid was amazed at the sensation. The healer then explained that was the Holy Ghost coming to him with healing.
He then asked the young man if he’d like to know what it’s like to really feel the Holy Ghost. He eagerly said yes! So they prayed over him again, asking the Holy Ghost to come to the young man and show him God’s love. He felt it. His friends felt it. They started laughing with the amazement and joy of the experience.
The healers then explained about Jesus and how He gives His Holy Spirit to those who ask. After telling them about Jesus and the connection to the Holy Ghost, he asked them if they wanted to accept Jesus into their lives. They did. With hands raised in praise, the entire group committed to Jesus then and there.
All of this time, you could hear the other man yelling in the background.
These Christians with the gift of healing had won as many people to Christ in 30 minutes as the bible-carrying man at the temple had in 30 years.
They didn’t disparage him. They didn’t mock him. They simply showed that…LOVE is what won those young folks to Jesus. It wasn’t yelling the wages of sin at the top of their lungs. It was love. Nothing more nor less. They were glad of the souls he’d won, but the contrast was undeniable.
The head-bangers did nothing but show genuine concern and love for their audience in the lobby. It was palpable. It was the generous love of someone who’d been below bottom and raised again.
If you were to choose a gift to receive from the Holy Spirit, what would you choose? Faith? Hope? Love? Like so many tests, every answer is right. But one is more right than the other two! 🙂