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what they came for: healing, love, and a touch from God. But I was feeling nothing.
    Oh, how I wanted to experience something—a sensation that would prove to me God was aware of my pain. I looked at Bill and asked—no, implored —“Why don't I feel anything? Where is God for me?”
    Desperate to get me help, Bill approached Mr. Jack Frost himself and asked him to come pray for me personally. I was hurting too much to be embarrassed when the man finally made it to me. If this is what it would take to get God's full attention, then by all means bring Jack Frost on over!
    Bill gave a quick explanation of my situation while Mr. Frost sat there calmly. I felt certain he would lay hands on me immediately once he heard of my excruciating emotional pain, but he just sat there listening. No look of concern. No bewildered exclamation of, “Oh, my, child…how have you made it this far in life?” Nope. Just a steady expression of peace and a simple prayer.
    As he prayed I kept waiting for it—waiting for the sensation of power to flood through my body. Waiting for my pulse to quicken. Waiting to lose consciousness. Waiting for…well, anything different. But, nothing came. Nothing.
    Far beyond worrying that I might hurt the man's feelings, I let him have it. “I am feeling nothing!” I said. “I don't get it. Why don't I feel anything? The prayer is not working.”
    I thought for sure he was going to tell me that I wasn't feeling anything because I was desperately lost. That mine was a case like none other, and that there truly was no hope for me. But that's not what he said. Although what he did say wasn't much better, it got me thinking. He simply said, “It doesn't matter if you feel it or not. The truth is still the truth.” He added, “Some people run into the deep end of the water and dive in head first. Others wade in slowly. But everyone gets in.”
    After delivering his disappointingly ambiguous message, he patted my shoulder and stood to walk away. Still no change—well, maybe just one. I decided I would come back for another session.
WHAT YOU LEAST EXPECT
    There is an Old Testament story about a mighty warrior named Naaman. He is the captain of the army of the King of Syria, and he is considered a very honorable man. In fact, Scripture says that the Lord used this man to deliver Syria from the hand of its enemies. But there is a big problem with him: he has leprosy.
    One day, Naaman gets word via an Israelite servant girl that there is someone back in Israel who can heal him of his disease. When given permission to go on this journey, Naaman heads straight to the King of Israel himself for his healing. The king is disturbed by the request, to put it lightly. In fact, the Bible says the king tears his clothes and says some crazy stuff. But nearby the prophet Elisha is listening, and he tells the king to calm down. “Send the guy to me,” he says (in more elegant words, of course). “I'll show him that there's a prophet in Israel.”
    What does this have to do with anything, you're wondering? Well, keep reading. It's good.
    So, Naaman makes his way to Elisha the prophet, expecting him to wave his arms over his leprosy in some magical and extremely spiritual display of power and healing. What happens instead is Elisha tells him to go and wash himself in the Jordan River (a very dirty river, mind you) seven times. That, he tells Naaman, will do the trick.
    Naaman is outraged. There were much cleaner rivers back in his hometown. This is a joke—a ridiculous joke meant to make him look like a fool. He isn't going for it. That is, until some of his servants talk some sense into him. They confront him with an ugly truth: Naaman would have done anything he was told as long as it was something great and mighty. Why is he so hesitant to simply get in the river seven times? Is it because the cure doesn't look the way he wanted it to? Because it