The big day was here. It was Sunday at last. Imelda woke up early full of anticipation and feeling refreshed. With a bottle of water she made it out to the big rocks for some more time of prayer and praise.
Teresa was pumped up. She was bristling with joy and excitement to see fulfilled the good work of the Lord!
Tears were flowing for Imelda, as she recalled the feeling of demonic oppression in her own life.
Intercession was being made as we cried out to Lord Jesus.
Entering the church chapel, we saw no sign of Phyllis. Not even her family was there that day.
Our hearts sank.
But we felt at peace that God would not let our efforts go in vain. Afterall, God’s ways are not our ways.
As church service began, a little girl sat in the back row on Becky’s lap. Once again, Angelique burst into tears. Uncontrollable sobbing ensued – as was normal for her.
This little child was prone to fits of severe sadness and anger that would erupt spontaneously and out of nowhere. A caretaker came and scooped her off Becky’s lap and exited the church with her.
Sarah, Teresa and Imelda sat like ducks in a row on a bench. We had already been praying for a young boy who was alone and drooling on himself on the bench in front of us. He was disabled and we weren’t letting a bit of our fasting go to waste.
“We should go pray for Angelique…” Imelda leaned over and looked over her shoulder. We all stood up, and marched out of the chapel.
Coming onto the porch, we looked out for Angelique. We saw the caretaker off to our right, pointing and shaking her finger in admonishment toward the front of the church building. We rounded the corner, only to see Angelique the target of the finger-shaking scolding. Her face was somber, sad and drenched in silent tears. She wasn’t sobbing anymore, but just stood there like an animal cornered.
Sarah approached her with open arms to hug her, and at the sight of us the caretaker seemed annoyed but just laughed nervously and walked away. We took her into our care, and Angelique willingly received our comfort.
We settled her down right in front of the church, off to the side of the main entrance. Cradled in Sarah’s arms, we spoke quietly and gently to the little child. We caressed her and tried to assure her everything was OK.
and angry looks full of hate were cast our way.
Her screams grew louder and louder. Her neck bulged with veins and her face contorted not with pain but with sheer rage. It did not relent. The fit of anger and the screaming were not ceasing. The child did not seem at all comforted, but instead, as we spoke out for any evil spirit to be gone from her, she would become more worked up.
The caretaker came back to see what the commotion was, and in seeing the state of the child in our arms, she covered her face and looked away – she walked away again, but didn’t seem moved by the scene. To anyone looking on without a clue about the spiritual atmosphere, this could have appeared to be a severely upset toddler.
We got Becky for help, since the child responded exceedingly well to her during ministry. Not this time. Angelique could not be consoled and the screaming and crying and thrashing body motions could not be tamed.
Finally, we called the ministry contact in for some help. We carried the child over to her and she took her off our hands. We gathered aside and circled up to continue praying. Only this seemed to calm the child, being out of our reach and line of sight – but she wouldn’t stop crying. Tears flowed and flowed. This entire episode lasted more than an hour.
Passing children began to spectate and some of the others were completely and totally unsettled watching Angelique’s behavior. We stopped praying and Angelique was carried away to nap.
Nothing concerning Angelique’s situation has been resolved. She continues to suffer from severe mood swings, depression, and extreme anger daily. When you tell her that Jesus loves her, she says "No." and attempts at times to hurt you.
