"If God still healed today, we'd see it consistently in hospitals—since we don't, it's not real."
How it sounds in your head: If healing power was real, why do Christians die of cancer? Why aren't healing evangelists emptying ICUs? The absence of consistent proof means it's either fake or God's selective in ways that look exactly like randomness.
"Then Jesus answered and said to them, 'Most assuredly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of Himself, but what He sees the Father do; for whatever He does, the Son also does in like manner.'"
-- John 5:19Source: Empiricism demanding God perform on human testing schedules, making unbelief the baseline and faith the exception requiring laboratory proof.
I've watched godly people pray and still die—if healing was real and available, they'd be alive. The evidence suggests healing is random coincidence, not supernatural intervention.
Naaman had incurable leprosy—armies of sick Israelites weren't getting healed, but this pagan Syrian commander dipped seven times and his flesh became like a child's IMMEDIATELY. God's healing isn't democratic distribution; it's covenant revelation breaking into individual lives without asking permission from statisticians.
I REFUSE the lie that God must prove Himself to my empirical standards. IT IS WRITTEN that Jesus healed what He saw the Father doing—healing flows from relationship, not religious formulas demanding consistency. I don't need laboratories to validate covenant; I AM the evidence, Abraham's seed by promise, blessed with the BARAK that defended liars. IT IS WRITTEN in 1 Peter 2:24 that by His stripes I WAS healed—past tense, finished work, already done. My healing doesn't depend on hospital statistics; it depends on covenant blood, and that blood NEVER fails.
The Father isn't running clinical trials to satisfy your doubt—He's running toward you with the same power that rebuilt a decomposing Lazarus, waiting for you to stop demanding proof and just RECEIVE. While you're calculating probabilities, He's already released healing; you're standing in a pool of grace demanding evidence it's wet.