Some folks call it “mojo”; I call it Holy Ghost. Man I fell so hard in Wal-Mart’s last Sunday; I thought I broke my mind. The embarrassment was not about the fall, but I could not get up. Instead of moving forward to get up, I kept falling backwards every time I leaned forward. There I was stretched out on polished clean spotless slick floors, and the billionaire giant didn’t have a customer or employee in sight, just cameras secretly laughing at me. I was so impaired, my shoulders were sagging and my brown boots were turning red from anger right before my eyes.

Being the holy roller I am, I wanted to just roll on over, while rolling head up to the front of the store, screaming and yelling thank you Jesus like I did when I was little girl in my father’s church. This was the time to be having a real move of the Holy Spirit. Perhaps I could have captured some more charismatic Christians and maybe they would start praising God with me here in the big giant. Yea! All I could do was think, hurt, and silently grunt; couldn’t move. The fall knock the wind out of me. The sound left my voice. I became a floppy dummy. Suddenly, my tongue was talking to Him. The fall had left me voiceless and motionless, but my brain wasn’t dead.

Thought I’d better write you to say, it works. It’s not how loud you scream, nor the show, not about the scene. God will hear one sincere cry. No kidding I literally made it up out of that place, completed my shopping, and walked to the camera section to check out. All of that to purchase a five-dollar telephone and a roll of Viva paper towels, and it happened in less than ten minutes, which is why I was running. I had to keep my schedule.

Broken Bones: With juice and communion wafers, my every thing meds, and the words from Saint John 14:14 as my pain medication, in less than three days every bruise and every broken and misplaced joint was back to normal. Listen, I know it was a miracle. I laughed at me. How dumb can you be, running on polish slick floors? My body left upright like lighting in a storm, to posture a woman giving birth to her baby, flat back… Jack in the box? NO!!! Jack laying flat.

Consequently, if you are sixty years old and over and someone tells you it takes you a long time to heal and you will never have the full strength you once had, tell them that that is just not true. That is a lie… and it is not about mojo, it’s called the Holy Ghost. It’s about God’s own spirit and the words you believe. Say, “Senor, if you put the man’s ear back on his head, then you can get me up out of this place”. Don’t take my words fall and break into a laughter and see for your self… It’s all about what they call “mojo”.