When I was about 11, God’s servant came to town, and I went to experience a miracle. The meeting was at a school auditorium. While the mighty man of God – the late New Zealand property developer and evangelist, Bill Subritzky – took the stage, the healing sessions were held in prefab buildings nearby, where an assistant pastor minion asked me what my affliction was.
“Short-sightedness,” I said.
If this was weird, like someone asking for prayer to grow back a missing leg, he didn’t show it. At his prompting, I removed my glasses, closed my eyes and received an enthusiastic prayer.
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I opened them again to a white fluorescent ceiling light through a blur of tears, brought on by the excitement of being able to see without glasses, which I figured were the source of most bad things in my life. The lives of small, socially awkward, unco-ordinated boys with anxiety issues are not usually improved by having to wear glasses and I was no exception. I hated them.
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