A family I know and am very close to had their son fall from the tree swing and break his arm several years back. He came running in the house screaming and crying. The splinter of bone had almost broken the skin; it was poking upward. Their neighbors (who were not Christians) were over visiting. They went hysterical, and naturally wanted to take him to the emergency room.

The father of the family told them they weren't going anywhere until they'd prayed first. He, his wife, and his daughter laid hands on the little boy and prayed, and his arm popped back together with a loud snap right in front of the neighbors. Then, the little boy stopped crying, and said himself that it was healed. There was no more lump poking up, no swelling, no discoloration.

The neighbors were still freaking out, saying that he needed to be taken to the hospital, that it was broken. They kept on and kept on, and finally they all went to the doctor. After viewing the X ray, the doctor said "it looked as if there had been a hairline fracture there at one time, but he wasn't sure."

To this day, those people still do not believe what they saw happen right before their very eyes. At first, they insisted it was still broken, because they'd both seen the bone poking up. Then, after the visit to the doc, they insisted it never was broken and their eyes had somehow deceived them (yes, two different sets of eyes saw something that wasn't there).

They had both seen the lump poking up, they both heard the pop when it mended back together, and both saw the boy quit crying immediately.

What they didn't (wouldn't) see was the one who put it back together.

Signing off,
Thermionic