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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 II

Angels + Demons Series

“You need to leave work now and go home, because it’s beginning to snow here and it’s headed your way. I don’t want you to be stuck in the snow or on the side of the road,” my brother explained on the phone. He worked 30 miles away from me and it had already started snowing at his location. When I looked out the window in my office, the skies were clear and there weren’t any snow flurries in sight. So I took my time warning colleagues of the storm ahead and packed up my things to begin my 30 minute drive home.

For the most part, the drive was smooth, until I exited the interstate onto an old country road, which was the last mile and a half before my driveway. Instantly it felt like the skies opened up and a bucket of snow was dumped on me, the car, and the roads. I slowed my speed to prevent myself from sliding around on the icy roads. Surrounded by farmland and deep ditches lining the road, I had to be careful. If I had an accident or ended up in the ditch, my car and possibly myself would be there a long time. The ditches were intentionally four feet in depth to catch water running off the farmland, so the road wouldn’t flood. If I lost control of my car, there was no way I could recover quick enough to get out of the ditch and the nearest house was about a half mile away.

It seemed like within minutes, the road went from very little snow and ice to an ice skating rink. I soon found myself losing control of the car as it spun around in the middle of the road. I quickly hit the brake only to find myself hood first into the ditch. Within a split second I screamed, “Jesus” and slammed on the gas pedal in hopes that Jesus would take the wheel and help me get out of the spin. Sure enough He performed a miracle as my car seemed to lift up and float back onto the icy road.

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UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Angels + Demons Series

Where am I?

Looking at my hands and my surroundings, I realized I was in the passenger’s seat of a vehicle. I couldn’t see a road through the windshield in front of me, however, it was very apparent we were moving at a steady speed. There was no scenery to view through the windshield or out of my right side window, it only looked like white clouds engulfing us.

If I was in the passenger seat, then who was driving?

I turned to see someone that I knew well, though I couldn’t make out his facial features. Every tense muscle in my body quickly released as I became aware of His presence. It was Jesus.

Still confused about where I was and what was happening, yet feeling complete peace about going wherever Jesus was taking us, I heard voices in the backseat. Correction, I heard laughing and joyous sounds coming from behind me. It sounded like belly laughs that make you pee your pants. So, I turned to see two formless beings sitting in the back seat of the car. They were a crystal, clear, white color, yet I could see their heads and mouths talking. They were angels.

They both silenced their laughs as I stared at them intently. The angel sitting behind Jesus, we will call Angel 1, said, “Ask her.” The angel sitting behind me, we will call Angel 2, said, “Can I see your hands?”

I don’t remember having a seatbelt on, but I was able to turn my body around enough to stretch out my hands in between the front two seats. I held out my hands, palms up, for the angels to see. Angel 2 rested his formless hands under mine and started oooo..ing and awww….ing. His joyous laughing turned to amazement at what he was seeing.

I didn’t remember having my nails done and I’m sure my hands looked just like any other human hands, so what was the big deal? I didn’t have anything in my hands for the angel to be admiring. After a few moments Angel 1 said, “See. I told you. She has fire in her hands. The healing fire of God.” Immediately my hands began to turn the color red and I could see flames of fire resting on top of them.” Now, I was the one making the awe sounds. I had never seen this before either. I had always felt it when I prayed for people, but I had never seen it.”

For what seemed like minutes, but only lasted seconds were all of us watching in amazement. Jesus never interrupted, only kept driving. We were interrupted by Angel 1 laughing and teasing Angel 2, because he had told him it was true, but Angel 2 didn’t believe him.

Then I came to.

I’ve seen several angels and demons in my life, however, this vision by far was the most powerful encounter with angels I’ve ever experienced.

I still experience the fiery heat in my hands sometimes when I pray for people.

“Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?” Hebrews 1:14


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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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UNYIELDED Power

United States

Who knew seeing a demon in the church would change the trajectory of my life.  

Just speaking the word “demon” envokes fear and physical reactions of discourse and watchfulness in most people.  As a child, neighborhood kids would share scary stories of trolls that would invoke the same fear, but all that was fake, make-believe, only in the movies.  Or at least that was what the grownups would tell us.

Well, except the grownups at church.  

I had heard about demons and even read about them in the bible, but in the 15 years as a Christian and eight years on staff with a church, I never had the opportunity to actually see one.  A friend of mine in junior high used to tell me she would see ghosts at night before she went to sleep and they would talk to her sometimes.  I remember praying and asking God to make them stay away when we had sleepovers, because I had no interest in making friends with her ghost friends.  Little did I know, I would one day have the opportunity to meet one of her friends. 

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THE WITCHDOCTORS LOSS

The Philippines

“We can’t help her. She is demon possessed. You can take her home now,” the doctor’s proclaimed. On the way home, in hopes to find help for their nanny, the young Filipino couple took 18 year old, Jasmine, by the Catholic church for the priest to pray over her. As they stood before the priest, the demon took control of Jasmine’s body and said out loud to the priest, “You are a liar!”

The next day is when we received the call requesting help to pray for Jasmine. Myself and a friend walked to the employer’s house where Jasmine was staying only a mile away. Jasmine’s father had just arrived from a remote village to take her back home, so we spent some time chatting with him before entering the house.

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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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