First the Blade
© 2019 by Larry Nevenhoven
Building Mustard-Seed Faith (c)
I finished studying at 9 p.m, stood up, and walked 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. 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.
“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-yellowish 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.
Afterward, I pulled myself together and wandered into the family room, collapsing on the sofa. What is going on? I thought. Everything is hitting me at once. What can I do?
My mind raced in circles searching for answers, but I found none. I eventually fell asleep.
A voice visited me while I slept. Was it in a dream or a vision? It was like both, but different at the same time. I was awake, but I was asleep.
“Chuck,” the voice said.
I looked up and realized I was standing in front of a stage in a large auditorium. It was black. None of the spotlights were turned on. The red velvet curtains were drawn apart. The voice seemed to be flowing out of the darkness blanketing the stage. I felt no fear and was comforted by the voice.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Do you have some questions?”
“What was that being in my kitchen?”
“What do you think it was?”
“Yes. That was a demon power sent to frighten you by the religious ruling spirit over America.”
“But how did that happen?” I asked. “I always pray for angelic protection over me.”
“Yes, you do,” the voice said. “For just a few moments, the angels who protect you backed off their posts. When they did that, the demon power slipped into your realm.”
It hit me like a hammer between the eyes. I was set up by the Lord and used as ambush bait.
“But –” I said, trying to put my thoughts into words.
The voice interrupted me. “You have been chosen to have insight into spiritual warfare so that you can teach others. Spiritual warfare is not played on a Game Boy. It is played out in real life scenarios where lives and destinies are at stake.” The voice paused for a moment and then added, “Satan and his army want to kill Christians and their families, and destroy their destinies on earth.”
“But what can I do to protect my family?”
“What does scripture say?”
The voice bounced my question back to me.
I thought for a moment before answering.
“Cast my cares on the Lord for He cares for me.”
“Yes and don’t forget that Jesus rebuked demons. He refused to allow them to speak because they are all liars. You can do the same in Jesus’ name.”
I was silent, not wanting to ask my next question.
“Can Satan and his forces really hurt my children or Dusty?” I asked.
“Yes. Your rebellion and sin could open the gates for Satan’s army to come into your family’s lives. But by the same token, a causeless curse will not alight on you or your family. Walk with God and avoid sin.”
The voice was silent for a moment.
“Any more questions?
“What about my problems with Dusty?”
“She is not the problem – you are. Dusty is like most women in that she desires to see her husband as a sold-out man of God, not a half-hearted pew-sitter. You obey God, follow His instructions, and she will be happy to walk by your side.”
With that answer, the voice left and I returned to my sleep.
(This excerpt is from DECEIVED DEAD AND DELIVERED by Larry Nevenhoven, 2012, eBook, Amazon.com.)
In addition to all, taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. (Ephesians 6: 16-17)
Whether you like the idea or not, we Christians have to fight demons, which takes strong faith.
(Continued…but if you want to read all of the parts to date, you can go here.)