God Healed My Son Through Communion

Come to the table. Jesus is waiting for you.

In past times, God has graciously poured out His Spirit and released revival in incredible ways. God has anointed preachers who filled churches, stadiums, and fields with thousands upon thousands of weary, hurting, and hungry people. God has anointed mighty men and women with tremendous gifts of healing who emptied hospital rooms, raised the dead, and eradicated cancer from bodies. God has used prayer movements, missions movements, and church planting movements that have flipped cities upside down and ushered millions into the kingdom. Yet I have never been more convinced that this next great move of God will look unlike we may have thought. I believe God is placing a key element at the very center of the next great outpouring— and that element is communion.

Communion, this ancient sacrament, has always been the greatest expression of the new covenant. When Jesus sat with His disciples at the Last Supper, He began to reveal to them that although they gathered to eat the Passover, He came to the Earth to be the Passover. As Jesus took unleavened bread and diluted wine, He declared to them that “this is My body which is broken for you…This cup is the new covenant in My blood.” (1 Cor. 11:24-25). Jesus would declare to them that His body would be broken for their healing, and His blood would be shed for the remission of sins for many. At that simple table, Jesus introduces the way they would always remember Him, always declare Him, and always receive from Him. The power of communion to heal, to forgive, and to reconcile came alive to the disciples then, and it is still alive today.

I have seen firsthand over the past few months the power of communion. I’ve seen the LORD reconcile relationships between people that hadn’t spoken in over five years, because one party partook of communion every single day and prayed forgiveness in their hearts and reconciliation. I’ve seen deliverance and freedom break out in churches when communion was taken with simplicity of heart and gratitude. I’ve seen the LORD heal bodies around the nation. I have never been more convinced that the body and the blood still bring healing. If you don’t believe, just ask my son Zion.

At the age of one, my youngest son, Zion Judah, started becoming sick. He always seemed to have a cold; he stopped eating, and he stopped growing. Hoping to find a quick answer and solution, we took him to the doctor to see what was wrong. One appointment turned into many, as Zion’s doctors became concerned with his weight and overall health. When we finally had an answer, it was worse than we could have imagined. After months of appointments, referrals, and tests, the doctors came to the conclusion that our little one-year-old baby had stomach cancer. This was undoubtedly the most devastating news we had ever received. The doctors caught it just in time for him not to have to be admitted to the hospital for months at a time. Instead, they recommended an intense medication that would help make the cancer go away.

For about a year, Zion went through this intense medication. He stopped growing for almost a year. He didn’t gain any weight. He lost all of his hair. He was still sick almost every other week. And while Zion, only one, is walking through cancer treatment, his older siblings were confused and scared. My wife and I had to try our best to explain to my ten-year-old, six-year-old, and two-year-old why Zion didn’t eat food. We had to calm them when they were worried about his hair falling out. We had to comfort them when people would comment about how Zion’s so small and doesn’t seem to be growing.

Every day, my wife and I would pray for the Lord to heal his body of cancer. Then, after almost a year, we received amazing news: the medicine had worked. Zion no longer had cancer, and his body was in remission. We celebrated and thanked the Lord for bringing healing to our son’s body. The doctors told us that while he was in remission, his stomach still had a lot of damage that would take time to heal, but he was on the right track. Praising God for Zion’s recovery, we had believed that the cancer would never return. And for a year and a half, it seemed that it wasn’t. Zion would go for his bi-monthly checkups and seemed to be in good health. Although he still wasn’t eating much, he did not seem to suffer from the same symptoms he had before his cancer diagnosis.

Things went well for a year and a half — until September 2024. Zion went for his last appointment to make sure he was still in good health before we were to receive a clean bill of health. It was at that appointment that the doctor told us, unfortunately, that it seemed the cancer was returning. Devastation hit our hearts. At the appointment where we were to be told he had a clean bill of health, we were told the cancer was returning. The doctors instructed us that he would have to continue to come back so they could monitor the progress, and after a couple of months, he would give us the final diagnosis.

Our family was in turmoil. Fear began to creep in, and sorrow began to cripple us. In utter weakness and despair, I began to ask the Lord, “What do I need to be doing in this season…for my heart, for my son, for my family?” The Lord answered me, and it was simple: “Begin to take communion every day.” So I did.

Every day, I would take communion in my little prayer room in the back of my house and plead the body and the blood over my son. I would ask the Lord to heal his body, restore his strength, and give him life. And as I partook of communion every day, the LORD began to minister to me about my own healing. As I was praying for Zion’s body, Jesus was talking about my heart. As I was asking for remission, Jesus was talking to me about reconciliation. And as I contended for my son’s physical healing, Jesus began to reveal to me the power of His body and blood to heal not only bodies, but hearts, minds, and relationships. I began to have a newfound hope that in the simple act of communion, there is a real power that brings healing. So for several months, I took communion every single day; in weakness and in tears, yet believing that God could do the impossible. And He did.

On January 17, 2025, two days before Zion turned four years old, my wife took Zion to his appointment to get the final diagnosis while I stayed home with our three older children. The doctor brought them into his office and pulled up the imaging. When he did, he stared at the screen in silence. Unsure of whether his silence was a good or bad thing, my wife waited for him to speak. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor turned, looked at my wife, and said:

“I don’t know how to say this, but there’s nothing there. There are no more growths in his body. All of the cancer is gone. Not only is all of it gone, but it actually looks like he never had cancer in the first place.” The Lord not only healed Zion of cancer, but He also took away the scars and the trauma in his digestive system from the first time! This Hindu-practicing doctor looked at my wife and said, “I don’t know how to attribute this to anything other than a miracle.” My wife responded by saying, “This is the power of Jesus.” Now for the best part.

My wife came home and told me the news. After being in shock for several minutes, we both broke out in celebration with joy and with shouts of praise. When we finally settled down, my wife told me the most amazing thing. She said, “You know how you have been taking communion every day in the back of your little prayer room?” I said, “Yes.” She said, “I haven’t told you this, but Zion and our six-year-old, Gideon, have been sneaking into your prayer room, stealing the communion, and praying every single day!”

This is the power of communion. This is the power of the body and blood of Jesus.

I believe with all of my heart that Jesus is calling us back to the table. He’s calling us back to His body and blood that grants forgiveness of sin, reconciliation, and healing. Jesus is getting our eyes off of our gifts, our works, and setting our eyes back on Himself.

What if the body and the blood of Jesus were still enough? What if our churches, prayer rooms, and communities truly believed that this ancient sacrament was the answer to the pain, division, and trauma of our hearts? What if the next great revival wasn’t just in a stadium, a field, or a building…but around tables?

In the midst of our prayer rooms, our worship services, and our missions efforts, there is an invitation from the LORD to come back to the table. Come sit again, dine again, and commune again. We will find healing for our bodies, our hearts, and our relationships. Not through our works, but through the simple power of communion.

Come to the table. Jesus is waiting for you.

Join us for Communion America. We are gathering on the National Mall in Washington, DC, for four days, October 9–12, in 50 tents of nonstop worship—one tent for each state—with thousands of worshippers, prayer, gospel proclamation, and commissioning every night.

IT’S A FESTIVAL AROUND THE PRESENCE OF GOD.

On the third day, we will experience the longest communion table in history, spanning the National Mall. It is time for authenticity, vulnerability, and connection.

Because it’s the blood of Jesus and the presence of Jesus that changes everything.

Registration link: https://atd.ticketspice.com/communion-america