Years ago, we use to derive
immense satisfaction and fun from engaging demons and dealing with them. In
those days, you dare not fall to the ground during a prayer meeting, worship
session… If you do, that to us was a clear manifestation of demonic presence
and you’ll not go home until they or it is cast out.
Yes, Jesus said not to be
carried away by the submission of these fallen beings… but the idea of a small
me, kicking the butt of a demon was and still is thrilling. Ha! my name
better be written in heaven… thanks for your concern.
Since arriving Yei a
couple of weeks ago, I’ve heard and witnessed several cases of demonic attacks.
Though I’ve not been involved with any case yet, it’s like there’s a surge of
their activity here. Not even children are spared.
It just struck me that
cases like the ones we have here have diminished back home. Apart from the
stage dramas of T.B. Joshua and his people, I can’t remember when last I
witnessed a real deliverance session back in Lagos.
all fled? Are all the people in our neighborhood free from demons? Could it be
that the demons have become immune to our prayers? Or is it that we are not
going to where they reside? What do you think?
In the company of two
wonderful friends, we had an unforgettable experience casting out demons from a
15year old boy possessed by fifteen ruthless ones.
It was the last night of
the evangelical outreach on campus; we called it Holy Ghost Night and indeed,
it was His night!
When it seemed the
commotion of that evening had died down as most students had left the venue, I heard loud prayers and commands to-
“Come Out!!” coming from the uncompleted building near the
hall of meeting. I raced to the point, bubbling with excitement.
There on the ground was
this young boy, pinned down to the floor by six guys. Brother Austin Okeke (now
a pastor) was leading the session.
I watched for a few
minutes and on hearing the demon speak and make some confessions, I ran to the
hostel to grab a tape recorder. This drama must not go unrecorded.
I returned to the scene
and they had cast out six out of the resident fifteen demons. It was a
methodical approach, one that Bro Austin had not tried before. He asked each
demon to say its name and describe its duties in the boy. One after the other,
they obeyed.
I began to record this
rather bizarre event when the 7th demon was being interrogated. The
voice of an old man came from this kid as he gnashed his teeth over and over in
a manner that sent cold shivers running through my spine.
After keeping mute for quite sometime, it said, “When a
foolish man holds his peace, he is counted a wise man.”[I cannot forget
my shock 2weeks later when I read the same words from Prov.17:28]
We pressed this demon for
its name and it contorted this boy’s face in a way I can’t even describe and
asked us, “Can you imagine a tree, growing in the midst of the sea?”
Bro Austin tried to
imagine that and said, “So you are Oke osisi” (meaning a great
tree in Igbo language). But no, his name meant more than a great tree.
He said, “My name is Nkpologwu
bina mmiri” (In Igbo language this means: a root that dwells in the
water). On saying this, the young boy shifted with great physical strength and
all six brothers holding him lost their balance. He made it clear to us that he
cannot be uprooted from this kid. But we got him out.
It was late into the night
now and someone advised us to cast the rest out all at once. So everyone
released the boy and began commanding all the demons to go out at once. But to
where?! Each person was casting them to where he felt was safe, some
said “to the moon” another said “to the sun”, to the
Arctic” etc and then the boy made a prolonged loud cry and opened his
eyes. We thought it was all over and retired.
The next day this kid
walked up to Bro Austin and said, “How do you think you can cast all of us
out like that?”
“So you are still in there
eh?”
That Sunday night, Brother
Austin, Brother Ken Nwaopara and I took this boy to a remote area on campus for
the final showdown. We didn’t need a lot of physical restrain to control the
boy that evening. We also kept wondering, “What made this boy come back?”
The only answer was the Holy Spirit.
It was a most amazing
encounter. The remaining eight, each with its own unique voice and
characteristic, told its name, duties and other unsolicited facts we later
confirmed to be true. We heard of past, present and future diabolic local and
international plots, with many other ills neither we nor this kid could have
ever imagined.
Sadly, some of these
horrors are still in the news today; from cultism on campuses, slumber and
nonchalance in the churches in matters dear to Jesus; to leadership issues- one
world government etc. It was an eye opener. We’ll never forget!
We saw from that encounter
that Satan was better organized and more determined than we’re willing to
admit.
When the last demon left
this kid, we knew it. He sprang upon his feet and asked what we were doing
here, why we were sweating… We told him and he wept sore. We led him to
Jesus there.
We know, don’t we, that
Satan’s strategy of deception and camouflage hardly change? But I’m wondering
today, if he has improved on his stealth operations.
Could he be content with
cuffing and blinding some Christians with pride, envy, unforgiveness, assorted
lusts, …, rendering them useless to Jesus and to themselves as they continue
to seek justification for their pitiable status.
I know this blog is too long now but I need to ask if the signs of our
war are manifest where you dwell? Are you moving from victory unto victory… from glory to glory?
“This is no afternoon athletic contest that we’ll walk
away from and forget about in a couple of hours. This is for keeps, a
life-or-death fight to the finish against the Devil and all his angels. Be
prepared.
You’re up against far more than you can handle on your
own. Take all the help you can get, every weapon God has issued, so that when
it’s all over but the shouting you’ll still be on your feet.” Eph 6:12-13 (Msg)
“THE LORD (God)
says to my Lord (the Messiah), Sit at My right hand, until I make Your
adversaries Your footstool.” Ps
110:1 (Amp)
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