When she blew through the front door, I knew this was not going to be a short visit. Her whole demeanor was wrong, she seemed slightly disheveled and even her voice was a little off. I excused myself into the other room and began to pray a hedge of protection over the team. I was not sure what this prayer session would bring, but I was almost certain it wouldn’t be serene.
So much of our month has been about “Bringing the Fire.” The focus seems to be on manifestations of God’s power and not on God’s heart or what he is up too. The six of us filed into the room and found seats. Our contact was close by along with one of his close friends. He instructed us, “She is not well and Satan is attacking her, Pray!”
Okay?
We began to pray. I had a hunch what was going to happen since I have seen some of this since we arrived in Rwanda. She began to squirm and writher as if she was in severe pain and she began to spit in puddles on the floor.
We continued to pray. I claimed Ephesians 6- the armor of God. I read Ephesians 4 & 5 out loud. I read some Colossians 3 and Romans 8. I read psalms 91 and psalms 92. I declared truth over her life. We were all either reading scripture out loud or praying fervently.
I admit I was intimidated by the situation. Often when I pray, I pray from a place of defense. I know in my head that we are on the offensive team. That Christ disarmed the powers and authorities of evil; he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross. But I haven’t walked that out until today.
I was praying trying to rush through my prayers because in my mind I thought I better claim a protection before Satan gets me too. While I was praying I felt God stop me and say, “Worship me!” “Praise me!” So that is what I did I stopped and just started worshiping. I looked up at God’s face and started to sing to him as if it was just the two of us in the room. A peace fell upon me and I finally got it. Jesus won the battle at Calvary.
I was getting so angry because I felt like this was going on and on and Satan was having a field day. I kept encouraging this woman to speak out, to declare that Christ lives inside of her. I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t. God has the victory, now give him the glory.
I would love to tell you that this woman was set free from whatever was oppressing her, but unfortunately I don't think she was. Four of us discerned something about an inappropriate relationship and her need to “flee” from that. We asked her if she had anything to confess or anything she needed to bring to the light, but she got really defensive and said it was getting late and she left.
Sometimes its hard watching people continuously choose to stay in their bondage. Tthere really is freedom. I think that is the hardest part of life for me seeing people stuck in sin patterns or imprisoned by their demons.
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