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Hiding

Angel + Demons Series

“My teenagers are seeing demons in the house. They haven’t been able to sleep for months and I need someone to help us get these demons out of our house. Will you come pray with us?,” said Mike. As a single father he had enough stress of raising teenagers alone and now demons were threatening his peace. Myself and two other friends agreed to pray over his home.


Before we journey together into Mike’s home, let me share a bit of truth about demons. God created us all with a free will. (Galatians 5:13) You are free to live your life how you want. God sent his Son, Jesus, to die on the cross for our sins so we can live life more abundantly, but we have a choice to accept that gift or deny it. God doesn’t force it on us.

So, if the creator of the universe doesn’t make us do what He wants us to do, then satan who does not have a smidge of the same power of God can’t control you either. We have to invite God into our lives. We also have to invite demons into our lives.


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Bagobo Tribal Spirits

Angels + Demons Series

“We are being tormented by evil spirits,” the Bagobo tribal people said, “Can you pray and get rid of them?” “Yes, of course, by the power and authority of Jesus Christ that has been given to us, we can tell them to go,” we explained.

This was our second visit to the Bagobo tribe and we felt honored they trusted us to help them. More than that, they trust the God of the universe who lives in us to help them. We began a prayer walk outside the school building through the homes and a shelter. In each room we prayed against the spirit of death that had been attacking their unborn babies and the tormenting spirits that kept the people from sleeping at night.

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My Guardian Angels, Part I

Angels + Demons Series

The night seemed darker than usual as I travelled half an hour home from a church service. Living in the country has its perks, but driving long distances to get home was not one of them.

If you grew up in the country, then your childhood years were likely filled with quiet mornings, make believe adventures in the woods, drinking from the water hose, and chasing lightning bugs at night while your friends and family hung out by the campfire. Everyday was a picnic and camping experience. You also learned to drive in the dark, as there are no lights lining the dirt roads to light your path like the city provides.

On this particular night, I was about 10 minutes from my driveway when I saw two bundles of light in the sky in front of me. It was like they all the sudden appeared in the night. One moment it’s pitch black outside and the only light in the night is my headlights and the moon. The next minute, there are two additional lights in the sky. Immediately, it made me think about the spotlights that car dealerships use as a marketing tool to draw people in like the Batman signal. However, there were no car dealerships nearby and Batman is not real. As a matter of fact, there isn’t much of anything nearby except farmland as far as the eye can see. These lights were smaller than a spotlight and very close to my vehicle.

As I continued driving I noticed the two lights remained in front of me. Surely by now, I should have passed under them. As I neared my driveway, the adventurous spirit in me decided to keep driving. Soon the two lights split and started traveling on either side of my car. This went on for about a mile, until I stopped. When I stopped, the lights stopped and came together again in front of me.

I pulled over on the side of the road. There wasn’t a house around me for at least 2 miles. I was surrounded by flat farmland that had just been harvested, so the ground was dry and empty. I exited the car and stood watching them as they began swirling around in a circle, almost like children do when they are playing.

I asked God, “What is happening here? What are those lights?” Immediately I heard him say, “They are Angels.”

To be continued…….

Next week, I will share with you what the angels did next. You will never doubt the truth about guardian angels again.

“For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.” Psalms 91:11-12


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Touched by an Angel

Austria

Upon our arrival to Austria, we received word that the pastor of the church we would be ministering with that week had called an impromptu service. He assembled all the church members who were prayerfully waiting for us. This was not the best news we could’ve received after a 15 hour flight. With very little time to check-in, eat dinner, and travel to the church, we were exhausted. In all my travels, I’ve never mastered the art of sleeping on a plane, so it was past my bedtime. The team powered through our exhaustion and we headed to the church.

Worship was beautiful, though we couldn’t understand the words. The message was good, especially since I was one of the speakers. However, the most powerful part of the evening was at the end of the service.

An Austrian woman requested that all single people join her at the front of the building, so we all lined up shoulder to shoulder. The pastors began praying for us, while the Austrian church congregation lined up behind us to pray.

After some time, the church members behind me left and I could feel my teammates leave my side, as they all had received prayer. I stood there determined not to leave until a pastor had prayed for me. Finally it was my turn and I will never forget the words….. “Lord, place your hand upon Khristina’s heart and heal any brokenness from past relationships.” When I heard the words, I thought, “Well, that was a dud. I don’t have a broken heart. My last relationship had ended 6 months ago and I was doing ok.”

I was a bit frustrated I waited all that time, stood up there looking like a desperate girl, and then receiving a prayer that didn’t even apply to me. Yet, something in me made me stay still. My eyes still closed, standing alone in front of this church, waiting on God.

Then it happened.

I felt a hand on my back. The hand was so big that it felt like it could wrap around my rib cage. It was on my back in the parallel position of my heart. The light touch then began to push through my back past the skin, muscles, and tissue to my heart. There was no fear, only peace. No pain, only healing. It lasted for what seemed like 5 minutes. When the hand lifted, I turned to see only a full church congregation staring at me. No one standing behind me.

I quickly returned to my seat and asked my friend if she had seen someone come up behind me and put their hand on me for prayer. She said, “No. You’ve been standing up there for a long time by yourself.”

The next day as we gathered together to pray as a team, an Austrian church member joined us. After prayer, she asked if any of us had questions about the church service, so I shared my experience. She immediately confirmed what I already knew, “That was an angel. The very same thing has happened to me. God was healing your heart just like the pastor had prayed.”

I grew up watching the famous television series, “Touched by an Angel,” however, I never thought I would experience that touch myself.

“Praise the LORD, you his angels, you mighty ones who do his bidding, who obey his word.” Psalms 103:20


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Faith as a Child

Guatemala

I watched the beautiful Mayan child clinged to her mother as I held out my arms to hold her. A familiar reaction I have experienced in other parts of the world, especially when being introduced to a white woman for the first time. I imagine if I had only been raised in one culture, language, and ethnicity my reaction would be similar. At least she wasn’t crying or screaming like some children I met in Africa.

“My daughter, Itzel, is not sick, but will you pray a general blessing over her?” the mother asked. 

I knew it would be God’s love that cast out all fear in Itzel’s heart concerning me.    So, I asked my interpreter to put her hand on the child and then I gently put my hand on top of hers.  The little girl held on even tighter to her mother as I prayed.  Not only was my bright white skin shining in this girls eyes, but now I was touching her. I could tell by her facial expressions that things were not getting easier and her realm of safety was getting smaller and smaller.

Everyone had their eyes closed, intently receiving the prayers being offered up for this child.  The interpreter was not conveying my prayer to the mother, only listening.  Thirty seconds into the prayer I watched Itzel’s body relax and pull away from her mother. She un-tucked her arms from her fragile face and reached out with her palms up towards God. The fear in her eyes was gone as she closed them and rested in the presence of God with her arms lifted high.

“God’s love casts out all fear.”  1 John 4:18

It wasn’t the words I spoke, because no one could understand them.  It wasn’t through a hug or a smile, because she didn’t want to touch me and everyone’s eyes were closed.  It was through God’s love and presence that Itzel felt peace and felt God’s presence. 

There is power in prayer. 

I encourage you to pray for someone you know that is facing hardship in their life right now.  “And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in Him.”  1 John 4:16


“I tell you the truth, anyone who doesn’t receive the Kingdom of God like a child will never enter it.”Luke 18:17 & Mark 10:15


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Freely We RECEIVE, Freely Give

Philippines

Every week we drove an hour to a nearby village to host a women’s bible study. Angelia, along with eight other women joined together to share victories, struggles, fears, and how God could help us.  One particular day, Angelia shared how our prayers and encouragement led her to take action and see God move in her village.

I couldn’t understand every word of the dialect that she was using, however, the passion she exuded while sharing her story made me want to cry. Tears soon began to form in Angelia’s eyes, as she told the story of how God led her to reach out to a neighbor she met on the street.

“On my way to get vegetables for my children to eat, I saw a woman on the road. She was in desperation as she explained that her child was very sick. She had no money and needed to get to the hospital. I only had 20 pesos ($0.50) in my pocket, which is what I was using to buy dinner. So, I went to the woman’s house and prayed for the child and told her, “You must believe that God will heal your baby.” I felt the Lord told me to give this mother the 20 pesos in my pocket. With that money, the mother left to take her child to the hospital.”

What an incredible sacrifice Angelia made giving everything she had to this mother, knowing her children would not eat that evening.

Angelia continued, “A week later this same woman asked to meet with me. She was so overwhelmed with appreciation for my prayers. She said, ‘God has healed my baby! Of all the babies who were brought into the hospital this week for dengue fever, my baby is the only one who survived. I know it was God who healed him!'”

When Angelia heard this, she began to share the gospel of Jesus with this mother and led her to receive Him as her Savior. Excited to see the power of God working in their lives, they both began going around praying for the sick in their village and leading them to Christ after seeing neighbor after neighbor receive healing in their bodies.

Angelica shared with me, “I feel so much joy inside knowing that another person is walking in freedom and able to experience the truth of God.”

Tears still streaming down my cheeks, my joy was in hearing of God’s healing power and saving grace. Even more I felt joy in hearing how Angelica believed in God and began to walk in that same authority and boldness. If you are a child of God, He has given us all the same authority to lay hands on the sick and see them recover.

Freely we have received love, life, hope and healing through Christ; freely we share this same truth with others.

Thank you, Jesus!


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Seeing is Believing

Guatemala

Her head was hanging so low and covered by her black silky hair, that I wasn’t sure how Valeria could see her next step as she slowly shuffled towards me and a friend. We could tell that she came wearing her best clothing and possibly the only nice clothing she owned.  Through her shame Valeria explained how she could not read the assignments that her teachers were giving her at school. 

Tears began to form in this young Mayan girl’s eyes as she continued, “The doctor said my eyesight is bad and reading glasses won’t even help me.”

I could barely see her eyes as her long, beautiful hair covered her face.  “Can you look at me, Valeria?” I asked. 

She raised her head with a smile as I explained how beautiful she was.  We gave her a piece of paper to read, but she could not see the words.  So, we prayed that the same God who healed the blind man would heal this teenager’s eyesight.

After prayer, we gave the paper back to her to read again.  Soon rivers of tears flooded her face as she raised her head up high in awe.  Valeria could now read the letters on the page before her.  Not only did she receive her eyesight, she also received her confidence back.

God is still the same yesterday, today and forever.  He is the God who heals.  

Thank you, Jesus!


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ENDcyst

Rwanda

Barely 15 years old, her lack of strength was evident as she struggled to sit up in the bed and adjust her hospital garment.  Fear rang loud in Eshe’s voice as she shared about her scheduled surgery the next day to remove a cyst from her ovary.

With her mother at her bedside, I asked if it would be okay for us to pray for her. She agreed.

“On a scale of one to ten. (one – little pain and ten – severe pain), Where is your pain level?,” I asked.   Eshe squinted as she responded, “It’s a nine.”

Myself and a few friends laid hands on Eshe and prayed that the cyst would disappear and that all pain would go in Jesus Name.  After we prayed, she expressed that she could feel the presence of God all over her body in a tangible way.

When I asked her again to rate the pain, she said with amazement in her eyes, “It’s ZERO!”

Praise God!!! I watched as both she and her mother cried tears of joy together.

Three days later I received a call from Eshe’s mother. She had insisted that the doctor perform additional tests before the surgery the following day because she believed God had healed her daughter. Sure enough, Eshe was released from the hospital with no cyst and no surgery.

Thank you, Jesus!!


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Guatemala

His weathered hat matched his sun scorched skin, as he approached me for prayer. “I have back pain, severe knee pain, and thyroid problems,” he explained. He was a man of few words, but I could tell by the look on his face that he came expecting God to heal him.

So, I asked, “On a scale of 1 to 10 (1 = little pain, 10 = extreme pain), where does your pain rate?”  “Nine,” he said.

My friend, our interpreter, and I prayed together that God would permeate his body with His healing power. After a minute or so, he shared that the pain level had decreased, but it still remained.

I realized that one of his legs looked shorter than the other.  When I inquired, he said, “I’ve had 12 surgeries on my left leg.  In the process they have removed some of my bones, which makes one leg shorter than the other.”

With his permission, I asked that he sit down in a chair and measured his legs to find indeed his left leg was shorter than his right leg.  Together we prayed again that all pain would leave his back & knee and that the shorter leg would grow out.  Soon his reserved manner turned to clapping and screaming in excitement as he felt his leg growing out to its normal length. 

As my interpreter and new friend rubbed their eyes to ensure they were seeing this happen before their eyes. The left leg grew out to match the length of his right leg.  Once I measured them again to ensure the legs were the same length, I returned his legs to the floor. Immediately he got up and walked around with no more pain in any of his body.

What the doctor’s tried to fix 12 times, God healed in less than 12 minutes.

Thank you, Jesus!


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If Necessary, Speak

Ukraine

Not unlike most Ukrainian homes, the brick and concrete walls showed it’s age through decades of communist rule and hard living conditions. We were greeted at the door of this humble home by it’s owners, Andriy and Natalia, along with their four children. They led us into their home with great honor where chairs and sheets of wood formed a table. On the table was the traditional food items you would see on any Ukrainian table, potato, cucumber, bread, and egg salad. None of the plastic plates, silverware, or cups matched. Pictures from old calendars had been cut out and placed neatly on the table for decoration under the food bowls.

It didn’t look like much, but you could tell this table was set for a king in a humble manner that their culture and means allowed. Looking at the table, you would think the food was enough for about five people, but this evening, there would be fifteen in attendance. When dinner started, chicken and potatoes were served and we all ate until we were full. The food was more than delicious because it was served with love and grace. When we thought the meal was finished, Natalia brought out a Ukrainian specialty dessert, along with a large sheet cake and a large platter of fruit (bananas, apples, oranges). All homemade. Everything on this table was grown and/or raised by this family.

I noticed something different as I watched this family. A joy that illuminated the faces of the children and peace, accompanied by a strength that rested on Andriy and Natalia. Then as they began to explain their heart for God, I soon understood.

Andriy was once addicted to drugs. His veins were unrecognizable from the years of drug abuse. A local pastor found Andriy with a rope in his hand on his way to commit suicide. After his wife left him, Andriy was convinced that no one loved him, not even this God that this pastor spoke about. Through God’s love, Andriy not only gave his life to Jesus but was immediately delivered from the drugs and demons that controlled his life. God called him to be a church planter in a nation where most believe as he once did that there is no God.

In six years, Pastor Andriy has pioneered and planted three churches. He had been ministering in this small village for the last six months and already fifteen people had given their lives to Jesus. All who were born atheist and lived in communism all their lives. When we asked him, “How do you present the gospel to these people who don’t believe there is a God?”

His words rang loud in my ears, “These people watch us work and raise our children. They notice at school that our children are different than the other children because they are well behaved and peaceful. We work hard in our garden as a family and invite neighbors into our home for meals. Many have given their lives to Jesus in our garden and around this table.”

I’ve heard sermons and stories of how to share the gospel. Go out into the streets, knock on doors, and proclaim the gospel to everyone you meet. What if it was so much easier than that? What if instead of doing, we just started living… Living life with others, off our phones, out of our houses, and into the lives of others?

What if like Andriy & Natalia’s life and Jesus’ example….
“We go preach the gospel and if necessary, speak.” 


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