To the person who tried to pray my disability away,
You had good intentions. I choose to believe that. Now I’m going to say what I was thinking when it happened. I’m a Christian, and I do believe God can heal, but I’m not speaking as a Christian. This is my voice as a person with disabilities.
With another person, you started off by saying, “We saw you limping from across the street.” That just warmed my heart a bit. I mean, who would care enough to walk over to a stranger and say that? (I’m being sarcastic here.) At first, I thought you thought I was hurt and quickly said I’m disabled. That it was nothing and I was fine. Sometimes that happens. Still good intentions, right? You continued talking and asked if you could pray for me. Specifically, for me to be healed of my disability. Then the realization hit me. Honestly, it left me speechless for a moment. I was in a foreign country where I looked like the majority of people. You didn’t even know if I spoke English. It was the first time something like this had happened.
You wanted to pray my disability away. You started talking about the miracles of healing that happened in the Bible. I was still stunned at this point. You thought you were offering me the best thing. The ultimate fix to what you thought was broken.
I told you upfront that I’m really content, but I let you pray for me, telling you about my smaller weaker left side. What could it hurt? I figured you already knew about the limp. You prayed and nothing happened. I was OK with that. But you couldn’t believe nothing happened. Like many people when things don’t go their way, you found someone to blame. Me. Your said sometimes God doesn’t heal because the person doesn’t believe. At this point, I really didn’t know what to feel, so I explained my beliefs (even though I didn’t need to). After that, I left.