“It’s haunted, there are ghosts there, they’ve seen several different manifestations,” I found myself telling the Man of God, mostly because the house I spoke of was familiar to him, had once belonged to a relative of his. Just as casually as could be, he answered, “They’re demons, but the easiest kind of demons to cast out. You just tell them they have to go in the Name of Jesus, and they have no other choice.”
But then he added, “Personal demons, however, are much harder. If you don’t guard yourself against the things that open doors for them to return, they will return. And it’s harder each time to drive them out.” I hadn’t been with anyone for so long who openly believed these things, and I had a difficult time bearing witness to the truth of it.
There was a time, very early in my walk with God, when I found myself sitting in the office of my Pastor and pouring out my frustrations to him. It just seemed no matter how I tried, I could not achieve any lasting peace. The very last thing I suspected was demon possession, although I was acquainted with it. He laid his hands on my head, and I immediately began to cry. As he prayed, there came a dark quiet, like the calm that sometimes falls before a storm, and I was frightened to find a black wiry coil rising up out of my mouth. Not visibly, but just as real. It was very real. He discussed what he felt had opened the doors to them, for he felt there were several.
I just thought it was so odd that it was brought up again when I mentioned the ghosts, but didn’t give it a lot of thought until today.
I wasn’t entirely honest in my last post, and knew it even while I typed the word. Contentment isn’t a word I can use with much sincerity, although I strive for it with varying degrees of effort. I have long loathed the concept of “medium” . . middle of the road, mediocre, the crowded space along the bell curve. I found myself once again in tears tonight as I drove home, at the same place He revealed to me that He was Limitless, and I have been Limiting Him. I tried very hard to be honest with Him. “Lord, you created me as I am. Did you create this addictive personality? Or is it a lie that I’ve fallen for without even realizing what it was? You know how I long for . . for so many things. I have Sought since I can remember, and still am not sure I’ve Found.”
I wondered then . . have I opened doors again that I should not have opened?
But then he added, “Personal demons, however, are much harder. If you don’t guard yourself against the things that open doors for them to return, they will return. And it’s harder each time to drive them out.” I hadn’t been with anyone for so long who openly believed these things, and I had a difficult time bearing witness to the truth of it.
There was a time, very early in my walk with God, when I found myself sitting in the office of my Pastor and pouring out my frustrations to him. It just seemed no matter how I tried, I could not achieve any lasting peace. The very last thing I suspected was demon possession, although I was acquainted with it. He laid his hands on my head, and I immediately began to cry. As he prayed, there came a dark quiet, like the calm that sometimes falls before a storm, and I was frightened to find a black wiry coil rising up out of my mouth. Not visibly, but just as real. It was very real. He discussed what he felt had opened the doors to them, for he felt there were several.
I just thought it was so odd that it was brought up again when I mentioned the ghosts, but didn’t give it a lot of thought until today.
I wasn’t entirely honest in my last post, and knew it even while I typed the word. Contentment isn’t a word I can use with much sincerity, although I strive for it with varying degrees of effort. I have long loathed the concept of “medium” . . middle of the road, mediocre, the crowded space along the bell curve. I found myself once again in tears tonight as I drove home, at the same place He revealed to me that He was Limitless, and I have been Limiting Him. I tried very hard to be honest with Him. “Lord, you created me as I am. Did you create this addictive personality? Or is it a lie that I’ve fallen for without even realizing what it was? You know how I long for . . for so many things. I have Sought since I can remember, and still am not sure I’ve Found.”
I wondered then . . have I opened doors again that I should not have opened?