Stories from the Field: Casting out Demons

Take for example the service that I had last Friday. I was elated to have 3 new “members” and a
very kind (and drunk) man that sat on a water jug in the corner. He didn’t say much but he smiled a lot so I
let him stay.   

We had 2 ladies return from last week. Of course there was Dorothy who let’s us use
her house for church, and Monica who left in the middle of my message the week
before. I gave a long sermon about
choices and whenever I came to parts about the true salvation, the power of the
Holy Spirit or anything about true faith, Monica would bend over and wince in
pain. Ignoring her, I continued and
after I was finished I asked her why she was bending over.

“I’m in pain.” She
snipped back at me. I asked her if she
went to any witch doctors or if she dabbled in witchcraft. She denied
any of these practices. So, in my ignorance and adventurous spirit I
said, “Well you probably have something evil in you. I want to cast the
thing out of you but first
you have to decide if you want God to save you or not.” 

I knew God had been working on her so I had the green light
to say this. At this point in speaking
to her she knew clearly that I wasn’t putting up with any crap. There is a strong religious spirit here where
people confess Christ with their mouths but deny him with their actions. Monica was special in that she would not call
herself a Christian because she didn’t have the strength to obey His voice. 

I let her bake a little while as I asked the other women
where they were spiritually. One was
already saved and the other wasn’t ready to make a decision. Again I turned to Monica and she was well
done.

“I want to become a Christian,” She said. Okay Monica, but what does that mean to
you.” The conversation went on and I
could see that her words were authentic. I was a little unsure of what to do next, seeing as I don’t have a
degree in demon exorcism so I said, “Okay, let’s worship the Lord here for a
few minutes.” I instructed the ladies
that they were to expect to hear God’s voice when they prayed and to not stop
praying until they did. 

I stood from my chair and Monica also stood. I began to tell God how I felt about him and
Monica started doing a dance move that looked a little like MC Hammer doing the
“Hammer” as she said, “Yayayayayayaya!” I looked at my translator, he looked back at me and then we both brought
our attention back to her as other weird things came from her mouth. Then without notice she did an airplane move
and took out two of the ladies sitting on the bed. 

“Ahhhaaa,” I thought. “This is it. Time to get my
Kingdom on.” I leaped over a chair,
smacked my right hand on her chest and gave her my best, “In the Name of Jesus
Christ, COME OUT!” 

The woman started dry heaving like she was going to throw
the thing up and I was ecstatic! I have
seen and heard of some crazy things like people throwing up tumorous jelly
looking things that reeked like spoiled milk and rotten eggs on steroids, and
others who literally threw chairs around and later puked up something green in
a trash can (in America) but I always saw these things after the fact. I was up close and center with this one and I
wasn’t going to miss a beat. 

I started yelling to her, “Monica, this is where you choose
who you will serve.” “What is your
choice?”

In a faint breath she whispered, “Jesu, Jesu, Jesu.” I said, “Good, keep saying Jesus” like I knew
what I was talking about.

She lay there for a few minutes and started panting, “I’m
burning, I’m burning.” I thought, “Ahh
no, now what have I done.” But then I
asked her, “Do you have peace or anxiety?” “Peace,” she exclaimed and I
relaxed a bit. We got her some water and when she stood up
she pulled a cigarette out of a conspicuous place and threw it across
the
table. “I don’t need this anymore” she said in almost a bitter
tone. She looked at it if it were the devil
itself. “I don’t even want it.” Floored
and holding the expression of sheer flabbergast I closed the meeting.