Battling The Enemy on Every Front
I haven’t written lately on what’s been happening in my personal life. It seems the enemy has stepped up the attack. Multiple enemies in multiple settings. I had a dream a few nights ago. I was part of an army being prepared for a military campaign. We were being given a mission. We all knew the odds were against us. Many of us weren’t coming back and we knew it. It was a suicide mission and the preparations went on, regardless. We had a cool resolve and an understanding that the mission was more important than our own safety.
It’s been an emotional couple of months. I’m getting tired of watching the enemy’s killing spree against the police. I get the sense there’s a spiritual stronghold behind it. If that isn’t dealt with, the killings may continue. I’m in discussions with people I’m connected with. We’re trying to discern the nature & scope of the problem and strategies for battle. I’ll write more on that later.
I prayed for a man that I transported who has tracheal stenosis secondary to an emergency intubation that went bad. He was scheduled for surgery. I didn’t see any noticeable difference after praying with him, but I don’t worry about that. I felt God gave me a word of knowledge about it before we met the patient.
I also prayed for a man with multiple problems – everything from bipolar disorder and hypertension to severe COPD and CHF. I used the shotgun approach and went for complete healing of everything.
Last weekend my son came home from swim practice with neck pain. He said it had been bothering him for a while and he wanted me to pray for him. Not sure why he didn’t tell me earlier, but that’s another story. When I closed my eyes, God showed me an image of a rat. I took it to represent a demonic problem, so I commanded it and the pain to leave. A minute or two later he said the pain was gone. I’m grateful for small victories.
Some problems are a little more stubborn; my wife has intolerance to a lot of different foods. She must have eaten something bad because Monday was one of the worst days in memory – she was miserable. I prayed for her several times. God showed me what I can only describe as something like an amoeba viewed through a microscope. I commanded healing into her body and spoke death to the parasitic invaders. She was feeling much better the next day, but her health problems are persistent. I felt God saying, ‘We must through many tribulations enter the kingdom of God.” (Acts 14:22)
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