At 9 PM, I finished studying and stood up to walk into the kitchen for a drink of water. As I turned on the recessed ceiling lights, I stopped dead in my tracks. A grotesque creature sat on a stool at the island counter.
If the angel was the epitome of the Kingdom of Light, then this being was the dark side’s counterpart. Its gloomy eyes glared at me while its lips formed a sneer. Festering sores plastered the being’s face and neck. A filthy robe cloaked its torso and a stench of decay clogged my nostrils.
“Listen up Chuck,” the creature said in a raspy voice.
Fear struck my chest like a baseball bat. I had trouble breathing. Confusion settled over me like a morning fog as I could not put two and two together.
“If you go to businessmen and tell them to pray over their financial gifts, seeking the Lord where they should give their money, some bad things will happen to your family. Your two sons will die in an auto accident and your wife will go insane. Do you hear me?”
I could not speak as my mouth went dry and a throbbing sensation sent stabs of pain through my mind.
The creature drummed its dirty two-inch long fingernails on the granite counter. The beat reminded me of a funeral march.
“I said, ‘Do you hear me?’” the creature hissed out the words.
I nodded.
“And I can do it. It will be easy. Just as easy as it was for me to come into your home. No one can protect you from me, not even God!”
The creature bared its brownish-yellow teeth with a hideous grin as it stood up.
“Don’t you ever forget what I told you, okay?”
The being walked over to the door leading out to the deck, then without opening the door, he stepped through it and left.
I collapsed on the floor and wept. My body convulsed in fear.
“Oh God! What have I done to my family?” I screamed.
(This is a fictional scene from my e-Book, Deceived Dead and Delivered.)
Could this happen in your home?
To understand spiritual warfare, we need to understand the spiritual laws demons operate under.
(Continued in Part 4)
The reaction that the main character had reminds me of how I felt in that dream. Thanks, Mr. Larry , and God bless you and protect you as you do this series.
Debbie,
Thanks. I had a dream one time where I was molested by two guys and all of my pleas were ignored. It seems I made a boo boo and it cost me dearly. Better in a dream then in real life.
A friend of mine was telling me about a bad wreck involving some partying teenagers. It wasn’t good. I’m sure they thought they were just out for a good time. And then in an instant it wasn’t so good.
Reading in Revelation, I have that same sense about people today. Bad stuff is going to hit one day. Most people I would bet are clueless. I expect it is the same with regard to spiritual warfare. And even with me, as much as I know, I realize I probably don’t know 1/2 of what there is to know.