Our Guest David Hairabedian
“What are you doing up here?” I said, “We came to pray for the sick, sir.” He says, “You’re not going to pray for the sick. You’re going to go to the solitary housing unit. I’m putting you in the hole.” I said, “I’m fine with that. We’re both fine with that, in fact. But we’d like to pray for the sick first. Would that be okay?” And he said, “Well, you’re a horse of a different breed.” He says, “Come in here.” He said to the nurses, “what do you think I ought to do with them?” He says, “Well, they want to pray for the sick, let them pray for the sick. You can put him in hole the afterwards.” I said, “Thank you. I appreciate that. We’d be happy to go to the hole. But let us pray for the sick.” And so he said, “Okay.” He says, “You can pray for the sick, but you got to start in this room first.”
Sid, he brought us into a room where there was three men that were comatose. They were in comas. One had his arms tied down and there was netting around the entire bed. He’d been beat with a metal bar on the weight pile at another facility because he hadn’t paid a drug debt, and his head had been bashed in. So he had brain damage. And so as he’s there, I’m thinking, “Man, this is a tough call, God. You sent us.” There’s a difference between being sent, and those who just went. We were sent, so I knew he was with us. And I raised my hands up and I began to pray. No presence.
And about two minutes went by and I felt like an abject failure. And just when I was getting ready to stop, the presence of God rolled in like it did in that cell years earlier when I met him, and the room became pregnant with the atmosphere of God. And this man in a coma leaned up, and that’s when I saw his hands were tied, and he had torment in his eyes. And I rebuked the demon out of his eyes. And all of a sudden, peace came and he fell back down onto the bed and he was out again. And we prayed for the other two, asking God to heal. And we went down the hall, and a healing revival broke out on the death ward.
