wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against the
principalities, against the authorities, against the
world rulers of this darkness, against bands of wicked
spirits in the heavenly regions."
If you don't believe demons are real
how can you believe in Jesus?
I'VE HAD A LOT OF EXPERIENCE WITH
DEMONS ARE FALLEN ANGELS.
Up til now you just thought you were unlucky. Careful now, don't go around telling people "the devil made you do it," they'll think you're trying to be funny and they won't even laugh. If you want to be looked upon as "the village idiot" just go around telling people about demons. Can you see what a good job our Godless, ignorant society has done? They've brainwashed most folks. They laugh at scriptural facts and think it's in good taste. Just plain ignorant. Yet these unknowing people (who laugh) are favored by our "chic" society. You, the students of scripture, are viewed as uncool or weird. They've got all kinds of names for the knowledgeable few who didn't buckle to the pressures of our "chic" friends. Oh well, to paraphrase the Son of God, "The road is narrow and few will enter the Kingdom." (I thought I was through preaching)
MY ENCOUNTER WITH DEMONS.
I was busted... broke... financially embarrassed to say the least. Recently divorced and highly persecuted. Persecution beyond your wildest imagination. Only a few people actually knew. The rest of the world just thought I was down on my luck. Even the natural elements would come against me. When you are persecuted to the extent I was... inanimate objects come against you.
For example... One day I told my friend that I was not leaving the house, going to stay in all day, couldn't take any more misfortune. About that time I heard a loud "BANG"... a large limb had just fallen out of an oak tree and smashed the hood of my one-year-old Cadillac. This kind of stuff went on for over a decade. I studied the book of Job a lot. That was good! I really learned a lot in that decade! In the first place I (really) began to study the bible. I wish I could put my (learned) experiences on paper and have it not lose any of the impact. I can't... guess that's why we have to learn on our own.
BACK TO MY ENCOUNTER.
I very humbly said "Thanks" to God for hushing me, after all, I did not want to offend any of His Servants.
As I was walking up to pay for my coffee God kept telling me to go introduce myself to these two guys. "NO"... "I'M NOT GOING TO" I kept telling Him. I went back to the room, He said, "Get your portable tape player and go meet those guys." Father-God and I argued for quite a while.
AFTER AN HOUR OR SO... Miraculously
Enough, They Were Still There...
The little guy wore one of those funny little Aussie-looking hats. Turns out he was a missionary to the Solomon Islands and Australia. The big guy was an associate pastor of a very large church there in Louisiana. After listening to about 10 minutes of the novel, THE KING'S 12 the little guy said, "Turn it off" ... "God sent you to us" "we are to help you with this." He began giving the younger, big fellow instructions. I have the gift of discernment (most of the time) and I clearly saw a demonic presence in the younger, big guy's eyes but I brushed it aside, I didn't trust my feelings.
They insisted that I come to the Wednesday evening service that night but I declined. I had already set appointments with prospective buyers and I needed the money, not to mention, it was the right thing to do (honor a previous commitment). I did not know then but now I know why God had me decline.
The next day (Thursday) I was going home. Before I left town I was "led" to drop my tapes off at the church. I left them with the church secretary, no one else was there.
4 PM, I WAS HEADING HOME.
I pulled into town at midnight. I
had forgotten all about the "vision" I had.
I OPENED THE WINDOWS.
I was putting the key into the door and at that moment a hideous, screaming Demon started screeching and screaming! A noise I've never heard and it was not 10 feet from me. Where it was I don't know, sounded like it was just off of the porch, I walked over to the edge of the porch and heard myself saying: "Shut-up! I know who you are and I know what you are!" It shut up! I couldn't believe it! I was not even shaken! I wonder what that Demon looked like? I went into the house and started the space heaters, said a prayer that if He (God) wanted me to die then so be it. Otherwise, "take care of me," it was up to Him and I trusted Him.
I WAS WAKENED EARLY THE NEXT
I called the gas company and told them what had happened. The man assured me there was nothing wrong, he could not explain it but he went on to say he was going to replace the "big valve-looking thing" because if anything happened to me he wanted to be able to show that he had done all he could. He went on to tell me, "there was nothing wrong" ( with the valve or whatever it was ). I didn't bother to tell him it was a demon. No sense in having him think I was a "NUT CASE." God just wanted to show me that he would take care of me... I guess. Whatever the reason, I love God and thank Him for showing me! Makes it so easy for me to believe in him. I wish all of you could have His presence made so clear to you.
I'M ALMOST THROUGH.
My lesson and the message I am to convey is that "tongues" when misused by the organized church is from hell.
DEMONS ARE FOR REAL!
I will write more about these things and my experiences with them. It will be interesting to hear what some of you have encountered.
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