DELIVERANCE chapter 152

It wasn’t long have we returned from LIFE ’72 that the Sarah issues were rising to the top again. I was really at my wits end. I had prayed and fasted several times and few people I trusted really wanted to talk with me about the situation. I did not know where to turn for help. I no longer knew what to do. While there seemed to always be some improvement and certainly many demons had been cast out, her troubles were not over. I had reached the point where her troubles were my troubles.

Things were moving around in her room again, or so I was told. I had never seen any of that. My experience was limited to the look in Sarah’s eyes and the very masculine and dark, deep voice emanating from her throat. I had seen what I was told were the after effects of things being thrown around her room. Her mother had never actually seen things moving either. I questioned on more than one occasion the truth of those claims. On the other hand, I put nothing beyond the capability of Satan.

Della and I were praying that Sarah would be completely delivered before we moved. We had about a month to go.

In the midst of grabbing newspaper to wrap breakable items, I caught a story in the Vancouver Sun about the police consulting with and expert in demonic activity. I read the article and gave it to Della to read as well. I grew up in a Pentecostal church and had almost come to believe that they had a corner on resolving demonic issues. I was stunned to read they were consulting with a Baptist missionary who had spent a great deal of time in Indonesia. He was helping them understand satanic activity and advising them. It was not real clear how he was helping, but I wanted his help.

I set the paper aside and dug around to find him in a telephone book and see if he would help me and in the long run — help Sarah.

I found him in Westminster, made arrangements to bring her out two days later. The drive to his house was exceptionally quiet. At our arrival small thin, and sweet appearing 70 or maybe 80-year old lady greeted us with a smile and a glow that warmed my soul. “My husband in waiting for you in the basement.”

The basement was a large open area sparsely furnished. He had set a card table in the center of the room and had three chairs placed around it. We were seated and his wife took a seat in a chair near the door. She held a pen and notebook in her lap. He began by telling us that God had used him on many occasions to cast demons out. It was not him that did it. He was only God’s instrument.

He began by asking us to place our hands on the table. He prayed that Sarah would not be able to remove her hands from the table until she was completely delivered and he told her that she would remove them. He explained that would keep her from thrashing around and hurting herself or us. I was mesmerized at we began. He was remarkably calm praying prayers very similar to the ones I had prayers. He never raised his voice, he never demanded, he never screamed – all things I had done at times.

He told Sarah that he was going to ask the demons their names and their purpose. Each demon had a different purpose and only one purpose. None had more than one thing for which they were responsible. Gently he prayed that today would be Sarah’s final deliverance and that she would have no memory of her possession or deliverance. He then calmly asked the demons to identify themselves and as they did his wife was writing it all down over by the door.

I had already figured there were 30-40 demons that had left. I did not think there would be many more. How many demons could be in one person? One by one they came forward to be recognized and cast into the pit of hell. I was stunned by the calmness with which it was all happening. Sarah had tried to thrash about but it was like her hands and feet were glued to the table and floor.

When it was over he told her that she could move her hands now. She rubbed them like they were sore and looked around appearing to try and figure out where she was.

He wife approached the table gave him the papers she had written and took Sarah upstairs for some cookies and milk. The missionary told me she was completely delivered and would never suffer that torment again. She would not remember anything except coming to their house for cookies and to get acquainted. He blessed me and said I could release the burden I was carrying.

He then took the papers and counted the total number —54. I was shocked. That meant there were over 80 or 90 total. “Isn’t that an awful lot? “Certainly but not unusual! She had given her soul to Satan and the battle was raging for her eternity. Satan had no intention of letting go. I made no demands, I simply told him what God had said – You have no hold on the life if this girl, one of God’s children.

He then placed a small bowl in the center of the table, took a match and burned the notes. I was disappointed, as I wanted that information. He then said that if I had any written notes I should destroy them immediately. They are Satan’s possessions and we were not to have them.

We talked together upstairs briefly and they told Sarah and I of their deliverance ministry in Indonesia. We left and all that was said on the return home was that they were very nice people. I was thinking that they never introduced themselves and I could not remember their name or find the note with where I wrote their names, address and phone number.

After telling Della what had transpired, I went to get the article where I had found his name so I could keep it. There was no name in the paper. It wasn’t there. The Vancouver police were consulting with someone by it was not a Baptist missionary from Indonesia. So how did I find him? How did I know his name long enough to find his phone, call him and visit their home? What had God done?