I could not believe where my feet were walking. I was headed straight to the office of a man who worked for the enemy of my God. Christ wanted me there and wanted my voice to be heard. I swallowed my jittery nerves and followed David to the home of his employer, ready and willing to speak to the witch doctor with all of the guster I could muster.
Upon arrival, I guess the best way to describe my interaction with this Doctor was simply odd. He told us how he had learned everything from his ancestors- not by being with them but talking directly to their spirits and learning from their trades. He also told us about the gods in his house and how his mother was his only god. He pointed constantly to a very creepy looking herb garden next to his house, claiming that those were created and given to him by witch doctors past. Most of the conversation we did not understand because it was in the local tongue of Lugandan. As the doctor spoke, he would frequently negate anything our pastor would say, sending his various employees and relatives into a whirlwind of laughter. Our pastor would translate some of the conversation, but for the most part, he was talking with the Doctor directly. The witch doctor would constantly divert his gaze with frequently dodgy eyes, never looking at any of us directly, leaving me with an uneasy, almost nauseas feeling.
As the experience ended and my group of 3 walked away, I knew I had a lot of internal processing to do. The evil that surrounded that place was doing its job- filling my mind and distracting me from the Lord. It was all I could do to try and fall asleep but I knew that was not going to happen. Instead of allowing my thoughts to be plagued with the forces of evil, I knew what I had to do. I knew I needed to pray- for this nation and the warfare it was swarming with. I needed to intercede for those who were wrapped up in the tight grasp of the enemy.
The next night, however, surpassed the intensity of the first. 3 A.M. rolled around and I woke up, startled. Not really sure why I was awake, I looked around the room and saw it. The ‘it’ I speak of was this thing that had the shape of a human, its skin seemed almost melted off, its eyes were blood shot as though it had not gotten sleep in years. I had no Idea why I was seeing this or what it meant, so I shut my eyes as tight as I could and prayed it would go away. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and began to pray out loud and at this point, I didn’t care if anyone heard me.
Not going to lie, that ‘it’ freaked me out a little, but at the same time, it was one of the coolest things that could’ve happened to me. Knowing that Jesus wanted me to see it, that it was pre-planned for me to experience what I am sure was a messenger from the devil, just made me all that more excited to talk about how much greater God is than anything the enemy can dish out. I figured that if I was being attacked in my sleep and sleep is something that my body really needs to function the next day then we must be doing something right. If all the enemy has in his bag of tricks is 2 nights of sub-par rest then he really must not like what Jesus has asked me to do. The best part is, my 2 nights without decent sleep and heavy intercession paid off. 2 days later my team and I witnessed 2 people join the Kingdom of Christ!
After several interesting encounters with Lucifer and his pals, I had to think about what could’ve happened if I chose to get scared and allow Satan’s work to go down. In times like those, it’s up to us to decide whether or not we are going to sit on the sidelines, letting the devil run the show, or stop bending backwards and march forwards with the power of Christ in tow. I want to challenge you to think about the times you have run into spiritual warfare of any kind. Did you sit back and do nothing or did you run headfirst into battle? Can you give up your own fear for the strength we are guaranteed in the Lord?
