Hearing someone say, “I have a deliverance ministry,” causes my underarms to drip with a fearful cold sweat. My eyes dart here and there like a cornered cat, looking for an escape route.
Without thinking, my hand reaches into a pants’ pocket, searching for car keys. Where are they, I think to myself. O Lord, where are the keys? Help!
“Uh, well, uh, you know,” I stammer, edging toward the door. “I need to check prices on alligator burial plots. You just never know when you might need one, right? And Forest Lawn has a big sale going on now. So, bye!”
Then, Larry Who exits stage left or stage right or jumps over the orchestra pit into the audience. But whatever, he’s gone.
Okay, I admit this is slightly exaggerated, but not by much.
Most (98.3%) believers who announce they have a specialized ministry of casting out demons are Flakes, with a capital F. They’ve read a mumble-jumble “how-to” book like Pigs in the Parlor …and now have it all figured out.
My advice: beware of specialized deliverance ministers, especially if they mention Pigs in the Parlor once or twice. Who knows, they may be cousins of the seven sons of Sceva (Acts 19:14).
But yet, many believers in the Body of Christ need deliverance from drugs, alcohol, porn, perversion, insanity or whatever. They are still slaves of sin (John 8:34).
So, what can we do? Pray according to Luke 4: 18 –
Lord, send Your Spirit to deliver the captives.
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