What would you do if you overheard a thief making plans and knew which house he was going to hit and when? You would probably tell the owner of the house or notify the police; not only because it is the right thing to do, but because you have knowledge that others may not have. And along with that comes the responsibility to act.
I have a similar responsibility to you, my friends; one that I’ve been aware of for a long time, but I’ve never known when and how to approach it. You see, I’ve been afraid that the world would think I’m nuts. But I’ve decided I’d rather the world think I’m nuts than to disappoint God in my responsibility.
What in the world am I talking about?
I have seen evil. I have seen a demon. Literally.
No, I wasn’t hallucinating or under the influence of some sort of drug or alcoholic binge. I was lying in my own bed, my husband sound asleep beside me and facing away from me, when I felt this heaviness on top of me. When I went to move, I realized my arms were pinned, my mouth and eyes shut tight. I tried to talk but all that came out were mumbles. Finally, I was “allowed” to open my eyes.
That’s when I saw it: This evil “thing” in between us. I saw its twisted and distorted face. I heard its sickening laugh when I couldn’t reach my husband or speak.
I wanted it to just be a dream, but I was wide awake. I remember screaming to God in my mind to help me, to save me. I was terrified! Finally this evil thing got off of me but it was still in the room.
I could finally move, finally speak, so I grabbed my husband and just bawled. I told him something awful just happened to me. I begged him to hold me. He did, but it didn’t help. I could tell that evil thing was still in our bedroom. It was close.
That’s when I remembered to plead the blood of Jesus Christ over us, my husband and daughter and myself, our house…everything.
The blood of Jesus Christ is what drove that evil from me.
It was gone.
I pulled myself together and ran to check on our little girl. She was asleep. She was fine.
I climbed back into bed, shaking and still terrified. My husband tried to comfort me, telling me everything was going to be okay. I asked God, no, I begged Him to show me something beautiful. I knew there was no way I would ever be able to sleep again after seeing something so horrific if God didn’t help me.
So I closed my eyes. I started to see things that first appeared like stars. It was like being in the night sky and watching stars get really bright and then dim. Only after a few moments I realized, they weren’t stars: They were swords colliding. There was a battle taking place. Only later did I realize that battle was over me.
This happened to me in January of 2011, but I can still remember the relief, the peace I felt when I saw those swords colliding. And when I knew God was there, really there with me in that moment, I asked Him why He left me earlier with that evil thing. He answered clearly, “I never left you. I’ve been here all along. Where is your faith?”
That night changed me. Things got real serious. All of a sudden God became very real to me. He was no longer Someone I could live without or Someone I took lightly. I had literally seen the opposite of God and wanted no part of it. And I saw the battle, the awesome way God fought for me before my very eyes.
This is why I am the way I am today. I don’t talk about God all the time because I’m a “Bible thumper” or a religious freak or fanatic. I do it because I love Him. Jesus saved me from an eternity of evil by dying on the cross for me and my Father battled evil for me that night.
You see, it really is a battle between good and evil. And that’s why I pray for people who don’t believe in God because I have seen the alternative. You either choose God or evil chooses you in the end.
And I pray for people who don’t believe in Jesus, who think His name is just a name Christians throw around to show their “holiness.” His blood is what saved me. I know it. I lived it. And I still whisper the name, “Jesus” when the enemy tries to come at me (and he does try).
And I pray for people who toy around with evil, finding it funny in any way. It’s not. Trust me.
Well, you don’t have to trust me.
But I do hope you trust God and His Word. Satan went after Jesus in the wilderness (and Satan lost). Satan sifted Peter, but Peter turned back to God. Satan attacked all of Job’s belongings, his children, and his body, but God blessed Job later. In the end, God always wins against Satan. Always. In my life and in yours, God will defeat evil. Trust Him. And trust in the blood of Jesus Christ.
Heavenly Father, thank you for your faithfulness and your love. Thank you for rescuing us time and time again. And Lord, I plead the precious and powerful blood of your Son Jesus Christ over all who read this, especially their minds. Lord, I pray you give them eyes that see and ears that hear so they may know Your truth. Be with them, each one, Lord, and draw them closer to you. Thank you, Lord. I love you. It’s in the name of your Son Jesus Christ I pray these things. Amen.
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” (Exodus 14:14 NIV.)