I’ve been under satanic attack for several weeks now, and I’m sure it’s because I’ve organized the Renewal of America Founder’s Forum slated for next week. Satan does not want believers united and organized and working towards restoring faith in God in America and throughout the world and he’s pulling out all of the stops to make me miserable.
Don’t believe in satanic attack? Well read your Bible and unless you dispute it too, then you’ll quickly become convinced. Eph. 6:12 For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.
I told some inmates the other day that I once practiced witchcraft in New Orleans and saw it work many times. I had a frightening experience, (scared out of my wits actually) casting one spell when a demon showed up. I was not the kind of person that got frightened, even when faced with imminent death, but let me tell you that experience scared the crap out of me. The demonic world is nothing to fool around with, and it can and will destroy you if you do not have the power of Christ in your life, and at the time I didn’t.
In fact my experiences with the occult are what moved me from being an atheist to believing that something supernatural was going on in the spiritual world. Now that I have Christ in my life I don’t fear satan anymore; however I dread having him constantly attack me. He attacks me mentally with deep depression; he attacks my health and my energy; he attacks my relationships; he stirs up dissenters that send me hate mail and threats; worst of all he tempts me at every turn.
He wants to destroy me and any testimony that I might have, and any good work that I might attempt . . . It’s not lost on me that when he’s successful in one of his attacks and makes me exceedingly unhappy and sad, I’m as much to blame for allowing my stinkin thinkin to blot out the warm light and love of Jesus Christ.
Sigh . . . It seems so easy for many of my friends to stay on the straight and narrow I often wonder why it is so-o-o difficult for me do likewise. We had a wonderful Christian, Matt Blagg, who performed his music and spoke at our Worldwide Ministry weekend service this past Sunday. After the service, as is my custom, I interviewed him, (you can watch it by going to www.honeylakechurch.com later this week). I asked Matt who is an exceedingly talented and good looking man how he was able to resist the sex, drugs, and rock and roll trap that nearly every musician goes through when they tour all over the world with world renowned groups. I’ve been backstage and can tell you that drugs and alcohol are everywhere and women literally throw themselves at the musicians and openly try to entice them into having sex.
Matt responded that indeed he had all of those things extended to him on a silver platter when on tour; however he didn’t want to disappoint God and his father who raised him in a Godly home.
Sigh . . . I don’t want to disappoint either, but I had to be bludgeoned half to death in order to stay in line and still need a swift kick in the tail nearly every day in order to walk the line. I often plead to God, “Why am I so rebellious? Why am I so hard headed? I don’t get it!”
I relate to the song Desperado by the Eagles. Check it out:
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses
You’ve been out ridin’ fences
for so long now
Ohh you’re a hard one
I know that you’ve got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow
Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones
That you can’t get
Desperado,
Ohhhh you ain’t getting no younger
Your pain and your hunger,
They’re driving you home
And freedom, ohh freedom.
Well that’s just some people talking
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine.
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
And you’re losing all your highs and lows
ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away . . .
Desperado,
Why don’t you come to your senses?
come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you
(let somebody love you)
You better let somebody love you . . .ohhh . . .
before it’s too . . . oooo . . . late
I realize I’m never alone with my Lord and Savior at my side constantly. He is my rainbow above me even when it is pouring down rain, and loves me as much as I seem to allow. Problem is that I just have trouble allowing Him to love me 110% every day; particularly when one of those dark thoughts pops in my gray head and sin is born.
So my turkey hunting buddy is undergoing chemo in Texas today. I went scouting yesterday morning and located a turkey and now that I know where that old Tom roosts, if I go back this morning, I can easily bag him. I wrote my buddy and told him that I was going to start the season just a couple of days early and go ahead and get mine out of the way.
Of course he does not want me going hunting at all unless he is with me and he quickly responded: “No! No! No! That is highly illegal. I will have to put a turkey curse on you.”
I wrote back: “Legal smeagle – I do what I want!”
See what I mean? Dark thoughts, tormenting my buddy while he is undergoing chemo, breaking the law, what’s next?
Well I stuck my head out this morning and the conditions are not conducive to going hunting. His curse worked. To tell the truth I wouldn’t have gone anyway and will wait for the season to open Saturday when he can go with me even if I have to haul him out there in a wheelbarrow after his treatment, but I cannot say that I was not tempted when I heard that big Tom gobbling up a storm about 30 yards from me.
Temptation is a strong thing, but there is an exit always. I suppose we must look for it and take it every time in order to win our satanic war one little battle at a time . . . Today I won one!
Hooray! Now for the rest of the day . . .
1 Cor. 9:25
Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.
March 12, 2014 – Click here to listen