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FAITH LIKE A MUSTARD SEED
Flyn Sam, Chicago

               I came to America around eleven or twelve years ago. I had left all my relatives and close family in India. After about seven years in America in 1994 my Grandmother came to America, a country she had only dreamed about. After she came to America, the first few years were difficult on her, the weather was a constant annoyance, and she found her self- wishing she was back in India. However after the first few years my grandmother was getting used to the weather and she was enjoying it rather than hating it.

              Through out these years that she was here, she often thought about my grandfather and when he would come to America through a lot of prayer my grandfather received the Visa and other material he needed to come to this country. Around 1995 my grandfather came here.

              However he didn't like it here either. He was homesick and wanted to go back to India. My father told him to give it sometime and that he would like it here. Because of the pressure my father put on him he decided to give it a chance. Soon he was getting used to it and thought it was okay.

               Through out these years my grandparents and I had great times, we would talk for many hours and I would learn more and more about India.

               Through out these talks the word of God was never left out. In-fact that was the main topic of discussion at many times, however through these good times there would always be bad times as well.

               One early morning in Winter my mother and my father were at work, and my grandma decided to cook some food to eat, she started around seven or eight in the morning. The food she was cooking began to smoke and smell engulfed the entire house. My grandmother had a hard time breathing.

                Sometimes because she had asthma. I soon heard some coughing and yelling coming from upstairs. I ran to the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. I soon saw that my grandmother was the person yelling and coughing. I tried to ask what the problem was and she said that she couldn't breath. So I opened the back door and told her to breath in the fresh air, however that only made it worse because it was a very cold day outside, being in the middle of Winter. She was panting and yelling and she was gasping for air. I looked over to my grandfather and he was stiff as if he thought the worst would happen.

                 Suddenly I found myself in a tough situation, I decided to call the ambulance, but my grandmother refused to let me call, suddenly I went to her and I touched the top on her head and I said "In the name of Jesus of Nazareth heal my grandmother right now, Satan do not touch her for she is God's possession." Right at that moment she was healed, couple seconds ago she was gasping for air and now she was doing better than I was. I looked over to my grandfather as to say what just happened? He looked the same as I did, stunned. The only way it could be said or described is, something came over me and I left invincible, I felt I could do anything, and the one thing I needed to do was to heal my grandmother. Nothing like this has ever happened to my life up till that day. However I did not heal my grandmother, it was Jesus Christ who did the healing. Only through faith she was healed. Jesus said if you have faith like a mustard seed you could move a mountain. So I ask.

               You do we not have that much faith? Then why is it so difficult for us to overcome certain situations? The answer is quite simple. We don't have enough faith. The Lord says "Ask and ye shall receive seek and ye shall find........"however to ask, you must have faith like a mustard seed.