Several days after Morris had ministered to the crippled farm woman, he saw her again. She had come to another evening meeting, and this time she was standing tall and proud, smiling broadly. She whispered something in the ear of a security member at the foot of the stairs leading to the platform, then made a beeline for Morris. He was happy to see her again but was trying to focus on the night’s event. The service was in progress, and they were just a few minutes from him taking the microphone again, so he was trying to focus his mind and heart on what the Lord wanted him to do.
When the farmer woman reached Morris he smiled at her and shook her hand. She smiled back and handed him an envelope. Without looking at it, he thanked her, and she headed back to the main floor. Morris stuffed the envelope into the back of his Bible and turned his full attention back to the service.
As the woman reached the top of the steps before starting her descent she turned around to look at Morris. Noticing that he had not opened the envelope, she frowned and immediately turned around and headed back in Morris’s direction. Seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye, Morris glanced her way and then turned his body toward her. She, in turn, stopped and shouted above the din, “Prophet of God, you really need to open that envelope.” She then furiously motioned with her hand.
Anxious to refocus on the service, he nodded and quickly pulled out the envelope.
Inside the slim package was a beautifully crafted note thanking Morris for his part in her healing and praising God for His love to her. The letter described the pain she had been in, the duration of her agony, and her blind faith in God’s willingness to heal her. Morris momentarily forgot everything that was going on around him, he was so moved.
The final paragraph of the note really caught his attention.
“In memorial to the Lord for healing my body, I enclose this gift. I sold my farm a little while before you arrived in town. This is some of the money I received from the sale. I want you to have it for your ministry.”
Morris had not even noticed the other piece of paper inside the envelope: a cashier’s check. He removed it and gazed at the donation. His jaw dropped when he saw the amount: $961.80.
God had been working miracles for the people in rural Pennsylvania. Now He produced one for Morris.
Next stop: Greece!