Dumbstruck, Morris stared in fascination at the man. His legs were wrapped up tight like a pretzel, and his thin arms were nestled in toward his stomach. He was the most hideously deformed human being Morris had ever encountered.
Moved by the magnitude of the man’s needs, Morris focused on the debilitated man and began ministering to him from Isaiah 53:1–3:
“Who has believed our message? To whom has the Lord revealed his powerful arm? My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot, like a root in dry ground. There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him. He was despised and rejected — a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way. He was despised, and we did not care.”
As Morris recited these verses and prayed over the man, with one hand stretched out toward the cripple and the other lifted to God, the motionless life form on the ground started to move.
Morris’s eyes widened as he watched the invisible Spirit of God answer the man’s silent cry for mercy. Morris looked around at his colleagues on the stage. They, too, were riveted by the scene unraveling before them. Tears of compassion and joy were on Theresa’s face.
Then Morris heard the man’s bones cracking as God began to reshape and reposition them. As if watching time-lapse photography, Morris saw the man’s legs straighten. The women surrounding the man screamed in shock. His arms began to unravel, straightening for the first time in many years. Again, the crackling sound of bones breaking and reconnecting filled Morris’s ears.
Suddenly supernatural occurrences spread like wildfire. People all around the front of the park experienced miraculous healings of all sorts.
Morris turned to watch the tumult happening in a section of the park that had dozens of children in braces. The mothers of those children were removing the braces and yelling at their children to “walk, in the name of Jesus.”
Morris had never witnessed anything like this. Nobody had!
Watching these youngsters try to walk reminded Morris of footage he had seen of young calves attempting their first steps after birth. The children took a step and would wobble to the ground. Then their parents would pick them up and encourage them to try again. Their mothers kept moving the children forward as they put one, then two, then three, then multiple steps together. After a few minutes several of those children were running and jumping, whooping for joy and swirling their arms in the air. Another little girl pretended to be a ballerina, clasping her hands over her head while leaping and turning in the air. Her mother sat there with tears coursing down her face, gasping for breath at the spectacle she thought she would never see.
A few feet to their left was a group of older people who had hobbled in with the use of crutches and canes. The area looked like a battle zone as their crutches and canes were being hurled to the side and thrown overhead as formerly crippled people now walked without hindrance.
In another part of the crowd a woman shrieked in amazement as she and others watched a man with a shriveled leg gaze in astonishment as his shorter leg grew to the same size as his longer limb.
On the other side of the field another woman cried out as she slowly and agonizingly stood up straight for the first time in decades. Her backbone was now straight, and the large hump that had been so prominent only moments ago was suddenly gone.
Dozens of people could be seen looking skyward and all around them as their previously blind eyes had vision for the first time. People whose hearing was healed were laughing at the plethora of sounds they heard, some even covering their ears from the volume of noise.
While the entire place went wild with excitement and astonishment, Morris stood at the center of the stage sharing in their joy. He had been privileged to participate in miracles before, but even he had never seen or dreamed — of anything like this. Scores of people were simultaneously being healed by God. The evangelist stood there weeping like a baby at the spectacle.
As the healings and rejoicing continued Morris didn’t know what to do. God’s presence was so powerful and palpable that he felt he was not needed. As emotions swirled through his body, he did the only thing that made sense to him in that moment.
He ran off the stage and hid behind a huge tree.