This past week at Camp Harlow, there was a boy named Rick – 12 years old. Rick was not a camper of mine, but on Tuesday, I sat next to him during morning club around the camphitheater. We didn’t really talk at all, but I was making faces because the pastor said something about making goofy smiles, and Rick and I were crackin’ up. Even at this point, I didn’t ask him his name yet, though I saw that he was holding crutches. I asked him near the end of morning club what as wrong with his leg, and he explained. I asked him, “Could I pray for it?” He said, “Sure.” I laid a hand on his right ankle and commanded healing. He said it was better. Then I prayed a second time, and he said it was now completely fine. I smiled and his face was filled with excitement and shock. That’s when we had to go to lunchtime.
A Boy Named Rick
Thursday comes and this is when we have medals in the nighttime at campfire – campers and counselors get picked to come up and give a medal to someone who made an impact on their life. I saw Rick go up to the camphitheater thinking he was probably going to give it to his counselor or maybe another friend (and at this point I still didn’t know his name). Medals had started and the microphone came to Rick and this is what he said: “Hi, my name is Rick, and I’d like to give my medal to Simba because he opened my eyes to miracles and healing. So, thank you Simba for being there for me.” I was surprised, got out of my seat and gave him a big hug.
The next day at morning club, we do this thing where the pastor invites those who has decided to give their life to Christ to stand up, and I saw Rick standing behind me. After club, I made sure I went to him. I told him that he is an influence and God has a great plan for him. He told me that he will never forget me.
Your words, your actions, your example can turn a person’s life around. Be love to someone, even if there are no words spoken.