Devil Harassment

My blood curdled with each scream. Monday night found all the missionaries as well as many other Christians at a hut singing and praying for two young Christian girls who had been possessed. Satan was tormenting them, showing them terrible things, and doing evilness that only they could see. We were all crying to God to save them and to send the demons away; the girls were crying to God, pleading with Him to save them. It was a long night for many people, but by morning both girls were doing much better. One went off to school, while the other stayed home with malaria.

It was mid-morning when they started to go into a daze again, shaking, and eventually screaming and flailing about. After this went on all day, we decided to sleep with them in the school that night where we could take shifts praying and singing. It was late that night though when all hell let loose. I had gone to my hut for a few minutes and when I got back, four more girls were screaming in terror, as well as one boy. All the missionaries and other Christians were crying out to God for help. The chills ran up and down my spine as I ran to help hold one of the girls down. My eyes went around the room to each of the missionaries—all I saw was helplessness.  

You hear stories about devil possession; you read stories about it in the Bible. But this was so different. Prayer, songs, Bible promises were filling the place. Those being harassed were also pleading for God to help them. We knew God would be conqueror—but when? How long would this go on? Before that night was over, more than ten people had been devil possessed and it was over one week everything was back to normal again.

Half of the time I spent praying for those being harassed, and the other half of the time I was praying for myself. It was like Jacob’s time of trouble—what un-confessed sins did I have in my life? Did I have fear? Was I holding on to anger? Any one of those things could be a door into my life through which Satan could enter.

God is so real. The controversy between Christ and Satan is so real. We experienced a hand-to-hand battle with Satan here in Palawan. I felt so weak when I prayed; what kind of sinner am I for God to listen to my prayers? I realized in a way that I have never before realized the power of the blood of Jesus, and how worthless I am without His blood covering my sins.

It may sound scary to you, and honestly it was quite terrifying. But it was with confidence that we claimed the blood of Jesus. I see now more than ever before the danger of those in America. The same controversy over souls is taking place, yet it is so covert. Christians are every day letting Satan into their lives without even knowing it. Small sins, fear, neglecting time with God—Satan is slowly but surely gaining ground. Every day it is vital to be 100% committed to God.

These young Christian people that were so terribly harassed my Satan knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was Satan attacking them and that they didn’t want any part of it. When a couple of them were asked what they could do to prevent such a thing happening again in the future, they said that they hadn’t been reading their Bibles faithfully every day. Others admitted to having fear, others had been holding on to anger. Satan knows that his time is short—does he have an open door into your heart?