“The stranger that is within thee shall get up above thee very high; and thou shalt come down very low.” Deuteronomy 28:43 (KJV)
There is a common saying, “The eyes are the window to the soul,” and it is absolutely true. A lot can be seen spiritually and emotionally when looking intently into the eyes of another. God gives us glimpses of the depth of a person’s weakness, pain and spirit. Every once in a while God takes us a step past the eyes and He shows us the demons that torment.
I remember, so vividly, the first time I saw the demon that controlled my father. My grandparents had come to visit and as we children went off toward bed the adults left the house. Not long after a storm kicked up, a strong desert wind storm.
I was 9 years old; my brother would have been 7, my sister 3, and the baby just a few months old. When the storm kicked up the electricity went off and all of us kids drew together in the bedroom that I shared with the baby. My brother and sister huddled against the wall as I rocked the baby in the rocking chair. Within the howling wind we heard a loud “crack” and a main branch broke off of the tree at the back of the house. My brother and sister were crying and holding each other as I did my best to quiet the baby.
Just a short time after I heard a tapping on my bedroom window and my name being called, “Linda, Linda, open the door.” The voice was that of my father, but when I pulled the curtain back what I saw terrified me. Instead of my father’s face I saw the head of a Ram with glowing red eyes on a very large body of a man. Its lips were moving as I heard my father’s voice again, angry. “Linda, open the door.”
I screamed and ran across the room, all 4 of us huddled against the wall crying. This repeated with my father’s voice becoming more and more agitated. Then I heard the voice of my grandfather, “Linda, it’s grandpa, we forgot the key, open the front door and let us in.”
I ran to the window and opened the curtain. There was the face of my grandfather, always kind and gentle. I laid the baby in his crib and ran to the front door, unlocking it. In came my family, drenched from the rain. My father was still very angry that I had delayed, but the creature I had seen in the window was gone.
I don’t know why God shows us the evil inside of others. I don’t know why we see it at some times and not others. I don’t know why some people can see the evil and others cannot. I don’t understand how some people can stand up to evil and quench it with a few spoken words and the voice of authority. I don’t understand why people are drawn toward evil and wicked ways more than they are drawn to the church and the laws of God, when the true power lies in the authority of scripture and death is in the path of evil.
I really don’t understand it all, but I know it is real; I have seen it myself. I do understand that we are called to do greater things than Jesus did in His time on earth. I do understand the authority we are given if we will draw close to God through the power of the Holy Spirit. I do know that we were given the ability to stand up to the sort of evil that torments a young man to the extent that he would walk into a school and kill 26 people, mostly young children.
Spiritual warfare can turn the evil before the demonic becomes so strong in a person’s life that they no longer hold life precious – their own life or the life of another. We must fight the Spiritual battle for the souls of the hurting before the soul is eternally lost.
This generation is the generation of Spiritual Warriors. A Warrior can only fight if they have the tools and they know how to use them. Jesus commanded us to teach – help me to teach these Warriors who they are and what authority they can possess. Help me to teach them to fight for the lost soul, the innocent children, and the evil that desires to destroy everything in its path. Please, help me.
“Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:” – Psalms 144:1 (KJV)
By Linda J. Humes
Written 1-1-2013
Linda J. Humes 