I watched a part of hell manifest itself through a computer
screen the other night and for a minute I let the darkness and desperation take
me over. The magnitude of modern
day slavery was almost too much to bear as I was watching the grotesqueness
unfold in front of me. And then I
was reminded of the power and authority I have as a follower of Christ. By the
grace of God I took back my royal position and prepared myself for battle. I decided to walk in the liberty and
anointing of the blood instead of buying in to the pathetic lies of the
enemy. Despite how I may feel day
to day I am positioning my feeble self to bring Kingdom.
And I’m saying “no” to hell.
“Hell, no.”
Because we will be staying in Eastern Europe for an extra
month and the high likelihood of us working with some kind of human trafficking
ministry, our squad leaders thought it would be beneficial for us to watch Human
Trafficking. This movie gives an incredibly realistic picture of
what is really happening around the world when it comes to this issue.
issue. That’s what we have amounted it to. Just another issue of injustice.
I knew the movie would be difficult for me to watch. I was actually dreading it the entire
day. I prayed the entire time it
was playing before my eyes. I
prayed protection over the nightmare I was witnessing. I prayed comfort and peace over my
sisters next to me. Mostly I
prayed for God to continue breaking my heart for what breaks His, and for two
and a half hours I felt holy anger rising up inside of me. The rage inside of me almost caught me
off guard. I’m not sure I’ve ever
felt such righteous injustice in my life.
And with a ferocity that I can hardly describe, this all
became much more than just an issue of injustice for me.
As the movie ended and I walked upstairs to my room I
couldn’t even think long enough to decide how I felt. The minute I sat down on my bed I broke. The tears came. Along with a few expletives. It was the only thing that seemed
remotely appropriate.
I cried and attempted to process everything going on. We cried over what seems to be a
hopeless situation. Everything we
could ever do still wouldn’t be enough.
“well, you can pray.”
I’m sure that will be consolation to the young woman in
Thailand being raped upwards of ten times a day or the child in the Philippines
being sold to men five times her age.
“Hell, no.”
Something inside of me changed in between praying over
Lindsay and attempting to fight off the literal nausea. My helplessness turned to audacity. Because as helpless as I feel and as insignificant as my
actions may seem, I’ve already won.
They have already won.
Every single one of them.
And the blood of Jesus is still more powerful than any
pathetic ploy of the enemy.
And it always will be.
“Hell, no.”
And the authority I have in Jesus’ name to cast out demons
and send them back to the pit of hell will
bring freedom. My faith and the
faith of the other crazies with me will move mountains. And
whether I see it this year, thirty years from now, or on the other side of
eternity; the enemy will be defeated.
He already has been.
So, I’m saying no to hell.
No to hell having a hold on me. and no to hell having a hold of anywhere I go.
We’re praying that demons will literally fall out of people
when we walk into the bars in Bangkok.
We’re believing for freedom and redemption among the children of Eastern
Europe who have endured such atrocities.
We’re not putting God in a box anymore. We’re refusing to reconcile this issue and put it in the back of our minds. Because it’s our problem. It’s my problem.
“Hell, no.”
You
won’t win. You’ve already been
defeated. And the same power that
conquered the grave lives in me.
So, watch out Satan. You
pathetic little scoundrel.
Kingdom’s coming. It’s
coming like it’s never come before.
