This week, we got the chance to witness demons
manifesting, many demons manifesting.
These are my random thoughts on demons from an
African deliverance tent.
Just
like any other day, casting out demons and all… uhm so not like any other day?
After
a demon leaves a girl (which mainly was just screaming, some talking), the girl
sits up, gives this woman a hug, stands up, and the look on her face says,
“Where is my other shoe?”
Where is the love? Gentleness,
once I calm one by rubbing their arm, something happens and they thrash again.
No fun…
Demon, “pepo”, you have no place
here.
One man (the one most hard to
control), even looked right in my eyes and nodded his head firmly, then sat up
to pull his pants back up (that had been at his ankles due to the effects of
being wrestled) only to get held back down again.
It is crazy how it takes 8 people
to hold a man down, when normally 2 people could take a person down.
Why do they scream and laugh into
the microphone? Scary…
Some treat the demon inside, I
wish they would treat the person.
How do we stand up for what is
right?
Praying for one, getting knocked
over by another. Am I at a wrestling match?
Are demons more likely to
manifest out of places that are prone to witchcraft?
We need to
pray for those working to release the demons are acting out of love, not power.
Exhausted.
