Please Don't Mess With These Things

 

Please Don’t Mess With These Things

     Brethren, I implore you.  Please respect the enemy.

     If I remember correctly, Pastor Dave Miller from Southern Hills Baptist Church in Sioux City, Iowa told me of an encounter he had.  He and his associate pastor were called to a home.  Once there, he found the woman troubled.  Something was in the closest and it would not come out.  Only after repeated reading of scripture, both he and his helper alternating, did the invisible thing leave.  It brushed by them with coldness.

     I believe in demons.  I think they believe in me.  I have been given authority over them, but still, I respect the bulls in the pen.

     Highly trained professionals encounter such things.  They can systematically remove them from a person without them coming back.  Such, these ministers are worth their weight in gold.  However, foolhardy or gun-happy Christians who go demon hunting may do more harm than good.

     In a prayer service, an individual may think he has been exercised of the true root only to find confusing plagues following him in the days to come.  In what was once called deliverance by novice clergy now is called handicap by those about.  And we don’t want the later condition to be worse.

     I plead no expertise.  It is a gut reaction to binding and loosing without due process of spiritual law.  They must obey.  We can see to it.  No, not in incantations nor in repeated prayers.  The demons have all day and love to see us move our mouths in gibberish.  Certainly the power of the Lord’s name trumps all, but when it is used in confidence with wisdom, it avails much.

     Today, or tonight, let our words be few as we address these things.  Conversation with them is to delve into darkness.  Nothing is to be gained from such knowledge.  Jesus, our Counselor, is faithful to educate us as need.  Surely, He covers our ignorance when we call to Him for help.  He will not turn away.  He still is the Mighty One.  He protects.

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