She Blinked!

By Michael Q. Pink

I hope you don’t mind but I can only give water from the well I am in. Currently, I am deep in a well not of my choosing. It is deep. It is cold. And in many ways it is so very lonely, despite the fact that there are literally thousands of people looking in and several people spending considerable hours a week in this well with me. For all of you and especially those getting cold and wet with me, I am beyond grateful and words fail me.

The water I draw is bitter to the taste but sweet to the Spirit. How it can be so bitter and so sweet defies known laws of physics, but it is not troubled by its own perplexity. The water has a secret, but I digress. I want to tell you something profound for me… Last night we had 50 – 80 house guests who gathered to worship, sing, pray and intercede for Brenda. It was a night like no other for all of us. Faith was high. Expectancy was in the air. Hope was everywhere. But the healing manifestation we so earnestly desired eluded us once again.

When it was over, one of the men from our church who is built tougher than Folsom Prison asked me if I knew what UFC was. Sensing a sports related question, I answered, “University of Florida, Central?” His polite grimace told me I had greatly missed the mark. Apparently it stands for “Ultimate Fighting Championship”. He explained it’s a no holds barred fighting competition using just about any fighting technique you want where the object is to get your opponent to “submit”. Apparently it is quite a brutal sport where if you are in a no win position like a choke hold and you want to submit, you tap your opponent to concede the fight. It’s called “tapping out”.

Apparently there are two man teams. One is the actual fighter in the ring and the other is the “corner man” who stays in the corner and presumably shouts encouragement at the fighter and can at any time, throw a towel in to the ring to end the fight and concede defeat on behalf of the man in the ring. This may happen if his partner is in some kind of choke hold where he cannot on his own “tap out”.

My friend’s UFC hero apparently is a Christian fighter. In one recent fight, his hero was in some kind of choke hold and defeat seemed certain. He had taken a terrific beating but refused to “tap out”. When he wouldn’t “submit” all eyes turned to the corner man to throw in the towel for the sake of his partner. It seemed the merciful thing to do, but his corner man refused and his partner rallied, turning the tables on his opponent and winning the match. The corner man was asked why he didn’t throw in the towel to spare his partner the incredible agony when defeat seemed so certain. He simply replied that he believed in his partner and knew he would turn it around.

Then he told me that he believed Brenda and I were in such a fight, where she was the one in the ring and currently the devil has her in a choke hold. She has been pummeled and beaten, kicked and choked but Brenda refuses to “submit”. She won’t “tap out”. He went on to say that I was the corner man and I refuse to throw in the towel. That illustration really helped me but in the back of my mind, I needed to know where Brenda stood at this critical juncture.

Now let me bring you up to date. A couple of hours ago my dear friend and pastor was with me at Brenda’s bedside. Knowing how desperately we want to communicate with Brenda and know her mind, he asked her to blink her eyes if she could understand him. She blinked. He asked her to do it again to confirm. She blinked on command. We then asked her to blink when she wanted to agree with us or say “yes”. She blinked.

He then told her that it was obvious from her vocal noises that she was trying to say something but we simply couldn’t understand. He asked her if it had something to do with her healing. She blinked again. He then asked her if she was still believing to be healed. She blinked so defiantly, it would have killed a fly if it had been anywhere near her eyelid! We were stunned! He then asked her if she knew that I was working 24/7 with others to see that goal come to pass. Once again, a very strong blink. What else she may want to say is still yet to be discovered but one thing is crystal clear… Brenda refuses to “tap out”. She won’t submit to this sickness. And as her corner man, I refuse to throw in the towel.

Thank you all for standing with us. I am in it all the way. May God grant us victory!