There were a few weeks when I
thought the strange things in Sarah’s life were over and then we would have
another meeting and another two or three demons were cast out. I was confused.
Since the whole experience was new to me I was always surprised that there was
more going on. I believe it was March or April when the first big explosion
occurred.
It was a relatively normal Bible
study in a beautiful home in West Salem. There was a pretty good turnout. The
living room was quite full and the floor was pretty crowded. We were midway
through our time together when Sarah used her pin on a boy sitting next to her
and he pushed her. He was sitting on her left side and this less than 90 pound
thin little girl reached around with her left hand and lifted him off the floor
and threw him a couple of feet away. The room quickly cleared a large space
around her. Her strength was both amazing and shocking. I was looking right
into her eyes and it was not the calm controlled Sarah I had seen much of the
time. There was fire and anger as her face turned red and she began heavy
breathing.
I took her into the master bedroom
with Debbie and Vicki. I did not feel like I wanted to be alone. These two were
my protection. I asked Jim Klassen to take over and lead a prayer time with the
group. Jim was certainly capable. I never did speak with him about what
happened after we left, but everyone was still there when we came out.
I was fearful for the girls I
asked to come with me and with Sarah sitting on the floor steaming, we had a
brief prayer time for ourselves cleaning out our lives and asking Gods
protection as we entered into a battle with the enemy.
We then began casting out demons
and the list was long. The strange names and single yet similar purposes came
pouring out. She thrashed on the floor and a variety of harsh angry voices came
from her throat. In many ways it was terrifying and I pushed forward until she
just dropped like a wet dishrag lying limp on the floor. This was not something
we planned to talk about with the rest of the group.
When we exited the room, some
looked at us, but I was asked no questions. It was like God had entered that
room and lay His hand of peace over that house. I had prayed that the house
would be surrounded with the love of the Lord and everyone in it would be
protected from harm. It was wonderful to walk into that room and see that had
happened. The group was snacking and talking and enjoying just being together. I
have no doubt they were curious. I would have been. But it felt like they were
fine without a detailed explanation. I did say that Sarah was fine and God had
relieved her of some very serious issues. I do not remember saying there were
demons cast out, but I may have. It did seem that people knew something had
happened even though they did not know it all.
Sarah’s mother came and picked her
up. I went to meet her at the car and explain what happened that night. She was
relieved and praised God.
It was because of all that had
happened that night that a Sunday night experience a few weeks later was such a
surprised. I believe a Canadian Bible College music group had sung at the
evening service. Bill Rose was there and I asked if he would join us when
Sarah’s parents came pleading for prayer as she was in a terrible way right
then and had been all day.
We went to pastor Brooks office
with Mr. Rose, Mr, and Mrs. Brooks and one other person. I can’t remember who
that was. Mrs. Brooks suggested that Sarah sit on a chair in the center of the
floor and that we gather around her to pray. We did. I gave leadership to the
evening. It got harder and more challenging as the night went on. The voices
were more angry than ever and the demons more fierce. This time someone was
writing down the names and tasks as they screamed out of this little girl. I
usually tried to remember and write them down after each previous event.
We had reached a very difficult
moment. It seemed like we were at a stalemate but it was clearly not over.
Sarah was now lying on the floor kicking and thrashing over near the
bookshelves when she was suddenly still and a demon came screaming out of her
yelling he was there to kill. In Jesus name I demanded that he identify who he
was there to kill. The response was “you.” I was the target. I again demanded
him to identify himself. In a most unique and powerful but calm strong and
steady voice it said, “Satan.” I was immediately thrown across the room hitting
the outside wall and rolling from my back over on my stomach. The entire room
was stunned.
No comments:
Post a Comment