Then we all joined hands and Willie's too, and had a prayer. I think everyone of us knew that healing came that night. Oh, I don't mean so much in the fact that Willie will get better now, that the disease, this evil plague, would no longer threaten his life. No, but healing came. It was the healing of love, of fellowship, of friendship.
Healing comes in many ways.
Yes, I believe Willie could be physically healed. But I know for a fact that spiritually, mentally he has been healed already. And the strange thing still is that all of us felt a touch of healing too. We came with heavy hearts, but left with a sense of hope and joy. We had not done much - just a few minutes of our time, just a prayer, but that little was so much to him and to us too.