My husband, Jordan, and I have just returned to the UK having been in Uganda for 11 days. We were sent by Freedom Church to join Serve Direct for a short time to film and take photos of the work they do in Wobulenzi and Gulu as a way of adding to their resources as they promote the great things happening there!

On the flight home as Jordan and I were sat in our seats, having just finished our aeroplane provided dinner (which many despise of but I quite enjoy), there was a noise from the front of the plane. It sounded as if someone was in distress. Over the speakers one of the staff members asked if there was a doctor on board the plane to come and help someone in need. It didn’t look like anyone went. A short while afterward, a father and mother made their way to the back of the plane with a young boy in their arms, which was presumably their child. He was crying as if he was in pain. My heart sunk and wondered what the problem was. Immediately, after hearing the boy in pain, I felt convicted to pray. I prayed in my seat. However, I felt convicted and challenged with the responsibility to go and offer to pray for them in person.

On the other hand, questions and doubts flooded my mind as if a damn had just broken.

‘It’s not appropriate.’ ‘What if God doesn’t do anything?’ ‘There is no way I’m brave enough to do this.’ What if it’s ridiculously awkward?’ ‘This is a nightmare, I believe in the God who made the heavens and the earth and I can’t even offer a distressed family to pray for a child who could be in huge danger.’

Having had dinner and countless amount of juice and fizzy drinks, I was in need of a trip to the loo! Jordan and I made our way to the back of the plane where the toilets were located. In the toilet I went into there were opened cloths that were labelled ‘Emergency Burns’. Perhaps the boy was burnt by the dinner or a hot drink? 

After exiting the loos we made our way to our seats. Before sitting down I told Jordan that I’d be back in a moment. I couldn’t sit down without doing what God has asked of me!

I plucked up the courage that had been non-existent up until that moment and went to where the boy was sitting with his parents. I said to the parents, ‘I’m not a doctor but I’m a Christian. Can I pray for him?’

 
On my way to seeing them, I knew that it was the right thing to do. I had thought about it long enough and finally allowed my faith in God and obedience to God win in the battle between fear and courage. My body and mind were screaming, ‘Don’t be stupid! Turn around! This is not ok!’ But my heart, godly perspective and Holy Spirit led conviction was saying otherwise.
 
You’re probably wondering what happened next.
 
Unfortunately, nothing extraordinary. After asking if I could pray for him, the father said, ‘No, go.’ It sounded as if English wasn’t his first language, and appeared very stressed. I immediately left them be and returned to my seat with a pounding heart…I was terrified.
 
Did I feel disappointed? Yes. Did I feel silly? Yes. However, did I know that I had just lived in a moment that I have been called to live out as a follower of Jesus? Yes.
 
We can so easily live in a state of fear, complacency, and disobedience, and for those reasons make things more complicated than they are, but this way of living is the complete opposite to what God has for us.
 
Reflecting on my words, ‘I’m not a doctor but I’m a Christian’ sounds completely valid when I read of the miracles Jesus and his Church did back in the day. I want to see more, but it’s not going to happen unless we try.
 
The challenge presented to me, as it is to us all, is that despite the fear and temptation to be complacent, we must give it a go.