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.