The Power Of Healing

The Japanese people gathered on the stage and faced their 'older brother'. (China) their hearts filled with sincerity and love. Not one stood above the ones below. For they were all on equal leval and understanding. They spoke out for their whole country and ancestors, as they went down to their knees. Their faces hit the floor and their voices were lifted up.「本当にごめなさい。ごめんなさい。Our people have diss honored your people. We have killed so many. We have hurt you in so many ways. For our people's past, I beg your forgiveness.」voices throughout the autotorium and overflow room wailed as the pain and hurt from the past was lifted off of each person. Their cries could be heard from mountaintops. Their tears could fill the river below. My heart shook with their sadness. My prayers lifted up to the heavens. "Praise you Lord. Praise you for your healing! For your name alone can calm the storms! Your heart for these people has been given to me! I am gaining so much new understanding for the people of Asia! You have shown me now, how the people I grew to love, have hurt and damaged others who you love as well! Father heal their hearts! I know that you love both of these people! Praise you father! You are good! You are big! All the time!" As the tears continued to flow, and the hurt continued to be healed, the Chinese men, whom were knelt down across from the pleading people, rose from where they were and lifted the Japanese up. Their arms wrapped around each other and they cried. The healing was done. The love was given. And God remains the same.