"Luke 8:43-48 (KJV) And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any,
Came behind him, and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched.
And Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they that were with him said, Master, the multitude throng thee and press thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me?
And Jesus said, Somebody hath touched me: for I perceive that virtue is gone out of me.
And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trembling, and falling down before him, she declared unto him before all the people for what cause she had touched him, and how she was healed immediately.
And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.
"That Jesus Healing"
There was a young, dark, and handsome young man named TARVAIS MICHAEL — a Father of two who was also the culprit involved in a gang-stalking event just two years earlier. Tarvais knew that his participation in gang-stalking a local female he didn't even know was wrong, but somewhere deep down, it troubled him. He participated in doing it for one year, until he ended up developing a cancerous tumor on his gut.
This powerful story is about how Tarvais gets a precious spiritual gift and a dose of "that Jesus Healing", as told in a similar story in the Bible, Luke 8:43-48 of the Holy Bible. This story has a powerful and productive ending...
In a dimly lit apartment in a run-down area of the city, Tarvais Michael sat on a threadbare couch, his thoughts swirling around like the smoke from the cigarette clutched in his fingers. He had once been a figure people admired for his bright smile, his positive attitude, his darkly handsome features, and powerful charisma that seemed to draw in even the most reluctant hearts. But two years of his life previously had changed everything.
Tarvais was a single father of two, with wide-eyed children who saw him as their hero, completely unaware of the dark shadows that clung to their father’s past. Two years prior, he had chosen a path that led him into the murky waters of gang-stalking. To blend in with the crowd of aimless young men, he had partaken in the cruel torment of a local woman named Elara. Each night spent monitoring her movements, mocking her in hushed whispers, had gnawed at his conscience, leaving a heavy weight on his heart. Deep down, he questioned himself on how a man like him could engage in such a callous act against a stranger whose only crime was just living her life.
As the days turned into months, what once felt like a thrill began to eat away at him. The haunting image of Elara—the fear and tears in her eyes, the hurried steps as she walked to her car—became a dark echo within him, blending in with another growing fear: the relentless pain in his gut. It began as discomfort but escalated into a torment that stole his sense of everything. He finally sought medical advice only to face the grim diagnosis: he'd developed a cancerous tumor.
On the day of his diagnosis, he returned home to his children, their laughter filled the air like sweet music, completely unaware of the war raging inside their father. Tarvais held them close, fighting back the tears as guilt washed over him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, knowing they couldn’t hear his silent apologies for the man he had been.
Desperation drove him to search for answers and redemption. One night, he found himself wandering the streets, aimlessly but longing for peace. He stumbled into an old church, the flickering candlelight illuminating the worn pews. There, an elderly pastor spoke of healing and redemption, of the woman who touched Jesus’ cloak in faith and was restored.
Inspired, Tarvais felt a flicker of hope ignite within him. Could he, too, be healed? Not just of the disease eating away at him, but of the darkness in his heart?
Over the next few weeks, Tarvais began pouring himself into prayer and introspection. He reached out to Elara, seeking forgiveness in the most sincere way he knew how. To his surprise, she agreed to meet him. On a sun-soaked afternoon, they sat in a small coffee shop. As he laid bare his regrets, explaining how he had been caught in a tide of violence, she listened—an incredible silence wrapping around them.
“I forgive you,” she finally said, her voice steady yet gentle. “Forgiveness is a light we carry to inform the darkness.” Her words pierced through him, and he felt layers of shame begin to peel away.
With renewed determination, Tarvais sought help from a doctor and began his cancer treatments. Every chemotherapy session felt like a battle against his past, but he faced it head-on. He pictured his children’s smiles and held onto the promise of a better tomorrow.
Then, one fateful Sunday, as Tarvais sat in the same old church, the pastor spoke again of miracles and faith. With a pounding heart, Tarvais rushed to the altar, tears streaming down his face as he prayed for healing—not just for his body, but for his soul.
As he rose, the sanctuary erupted in song. A warmth enveloped him, an assurance that he was not alone. It was as though the very air vibrated with a power he could not grasp. When he returned to his doctor, the tests revealed that his tumor was gone—shockingly, inexplicably gone. There was no scientific evidence of the tumor.
Tarvais stood outside the office, sunlight streaming down on him, and he finally felt lighter. It was a new beginning, one that he vowed to fill with acts of kindness rather than fear and intimidation. He returned to Elara, not as a tormentor, but as a friend, someone committed to changing his life and giving back to the world he had once hurt.
As he embraced his children later that day, he held them tightly, a promise unspoken forming between them in that warm embrace. He guided them to believe in redemption, to seek light in the dark places of the world.
In the heart of that bustling city, Tarvais transformed from a shadow into a beacon—a man reborn through faith, love, and the undeniable power of forgiveness. His story became a testament of healing that echoed through the streets, a reminder that even in the depths of despair, redemption was not only a possibility, but a promise waiting to unfold.
