I do not watch a lot of television.  My parents got rid of theirs when I was in the fourth grade, and it forever weaned me from passive entertainment.  I became a reader instead.  So it was with some desperation that I found myself watching, of all things, the 700 Club on CBN past midnight nearly thirty years ago in the living room of my apartment on the campus of the university I was attending.  The host spoke of a healing miracle. Nearly six months previous I had been in a fairly severe car accident.  While I was stopped at a red light, I was rear-ended by a car going…