I’ve been waiting a long time to tell this story. But I think it’s very appropriate in these times to share it.
Recently, I’ve been receiving emails from various Christian/Catholic organizations and watch groups, regarding the dramatic rise of Satanism, – many more covens and illegal and horrific blood sacrifices, the public display of satanic statues, black masses, public satanic rituals and satanic marches, in cities across America, on American university campuses, in front of town and city halls, with the approval and support of local city and town authorities, under the pretense of “religious” liberty.
Some of these Baphomet statues are being set up right next to the 10 Commandments; and in other places Judeo-Christian symbols and sculptures are being removed. Religious liberty is being arbitrarily applied. In fact, it goes without saying, that there is a current war on Christianity taking place in our country
as atheistic and liberal, secular humanist groups
purposely confuse and distort the religious liberty statute in the US Constitution to mean that there’s no place for religion, (i.e. Christianity) in the public square.
Our Founding Fathers did not ban religion from the public square, which is often the incorrect liberal interpretation of “separation of church and state”, but rather our Founding Fathers’ intent was to ensure that there would be no “official state religion” imposed upon the citizens of the United States of America as had been the case in medieval Europe. All religions that had in mind the common good (and I do not believe the Founding Fathers would include blatant evil groups such Satanism when they referenced “religion“) should have freedom to worship and participate in the public and moral life of the society. You can easily find a wealth of articles and information about the state of the attack on religious liberty in America, aimed specifically at removing Christianity from the public square, on the Internet with a touch of a button.
So now I’d like to share with you a very personal experience, that touches on this intense spiritual warfare taking place between good and evil, between God and satan between Christ and the devil, between the children of Light and the children of darkness. This battle touches every soul, as God desires through Christ, to redeem and save all of His beloved human creation to spend an eternity of joy, peace and love in His presence, while the rebellious fallen angels, led by satan/the devil – whose name means, the deceiver, the accuser – work frantically, yet, intelligently, to destroy this loving plan of God, and to deceive souls so that they may be tempted to choose evil, and thereby lose their friendship with God, and ultimately, be conquered by the Prince of Darkness and lost to Hell by their own free choice to assent to evil.
It was a Friday when I received a call from an evangelical Christian friend, a Palestinian-American woman who told me that she felt a sense of urgency to come to my home to pray for my husband. She lived more than an hour’s drive from my home, but insisted she wanted to come immediately to pray with me, because she sensed in her spirit by the promptings of the Holy Spirit, that my husband desperately needed spiritual warfare prayers.
Truly, for me, this unusual call was out of the ordinary. There was nothing new going on in my household. There did not seem to be any intense spiritual battle taking place. Everything seemed to be as it always was. Yes, my husband at that time was an ardent atheist, but he’d been so for decades. This was nothing new.
I told her to come on over if she insisted and she could lead whatever prayers she thought were necessary and appropriate. She was a seasoned spiritual warfare intercessor, and I was a very recent convert to Christ, having only been walking with the Good Shepherd for about a year as an evangelical Christian at that time. This all took place before I followed the Lord’s call into the Catholic Church in 2003 -2004 after Jesus revealed to me His real Presence in the holy Eucharist.
She drove to my home in Pennsylvania, and we sat at the kitchen table together, and she began to pray powerfully in the Holy Spirit, while I lifted my mind, heart and soul to the Lord, and quietly listened to her intercessory pleas to Jesus for protection and deliverance for my husband from the Evil One, and claiming him for the Kingdom of Christ. She prayed fervently for about an hour, while I listened to and participated silently in my heart with her supplications for my beloved husband. It was all very new for me, this type of Holy Spirit led intense Charismatic prayer. But I was grateful to her for taking the time to come to my home, and give of herself, in such a compassionate, generous, and caring manner on behalf of my husband. I realized she must’ve felt something very deep in her spirit to have made such an effort.
After she left, the rest of the day was just a normal usual Friday. The kids were at school, my husband was at work, and I did my daily duties at home. When the evening came, after I settled the children in to their beds, and my husband had retired early to go to sleep, I sat on the couch in the family room downstairs, and picked up a book that I had randomly selected from the Barnes and Noble’s store some weeks before, and decided that I would begin reading it in the silence of the evening. The book was written by a Catholic priest, a world famous exorcist, Father Gabriele Amorth, who was known as the chief exorcist of the Diocese of Rome. I don’t even know why I bought the book, as I was not yet Catholic, and did not even know about such things as the Roman Rite of Exorcism, or of spiritual warfare of that level. My only exposure up until that point in such a deep area of the Christian reality of spiritual warfare had been reading the accounts in the Gospels, where Jesus drove out the demons from various afflicted persons. But as for personal experience, I really had very little at that early stage of my infant Christian spiritual life.
Therefore, just having this remarkable book in my hands, and reflecting on what happened later, it was clear that this was completely a work of the Holy Spirit and totally providential. The Lord was preparing me for something which I did not yet even know how to anticipate.
I read the book for many hours until it was well past midnight. I couldn’t put it down as it was so fascinating. I had never read anything like the accounts that Father Amorth was witnessing to. It was extremely edifying. In my spirit I had a strong conviction that the priest was absolutely telling the truth from his own personal experiences as an exorcist during his 30 plus years of work with demonic possession cases. If you wish to read this book, it is titled, “An Exorcist Tells His Story” by Father Gabriele Amorth.
There were things in the book, for example his references to the Blessed Virgin Mary, which I did not fully comprehend at the time, since I had not yet been exposed to Catholic doctrine and dogma still being an infant evangelical Christian. I read about specific cases of demonic possession, and the infestation of houses by evil spirits, about the stages of oppression, obsession and possession. It was fascinating and yet terrifying. I knew the good priest was telling the truth.
After reading about 3/4 of the book, I suddenly felt the prompting by the Holy Spirit to go upstairs and to give each of my daughters who were laying in their beds fast asleep, a blessing. So I entered each of their rooms very quietly, and knelt down by each girl at the side of their beds. Using blessed oil and holy water, which had been given to me by my friend, I gently made the Sign of the Cross on their forehead without waking them. Using some of the prayers that I had read in Father Amorth’s Book I blessed them and prayed protective prayers over them. They didn’t stir, and remained sleeping peacefully like little angels.
Then I went to the door of the master bedroom, and fearing that I could not go in and kneel next to my husband while he was sleeping, and make the Sign of the Cross on his forehead with the blessed oil and holy water, as he might wake up, and become angry with me for my actions, despite my holy and loving intent, to do only good for him, I stood on the outside of the door and I made the Sign of the Cross in oil and holy water with my fingers on the door of our bedroom. I stood there in the hallway praying deliverance and protective prayers over him from behind the door, attempting my own spiritual warfare intercession for the first time in my walk of faith with Christ.
This was the first time that I made the Sign of the Cross, as it was not a usual evangelical action, but rather a Catholic one. I had read about the power of the Sign of the Cross in Father Amorth’s book. I had learned many new things from this book.
I decided to sleep in the guestroom that night, as I didn’t want to disturb my husband. When I woke the following morning I went downstairs to the family room, where my husband was already awake and sitting on the leather chair.
I sat on the couch across from him and greeted him good morning, and asked how he had slept that night. I had no premeditated intentions by asking such a question, it was simply polite conversation as I made every other morning.
As I looked at him, I noticed that his face was pale, which concerned me. Still holding his cup of coffee, he looked intently at me, and said, “I don’t know what happened, I mean, it was real. “ I looked at him confused, and did not know what he was talking about. He then began to share with me what happened to him in his bedroom while he was alone in the early hours of that morning. He told me he woke up just as morning was breaking, around five am. and saw a man standing by the side of his bed! I didn’t know what to say to him. I asked him to explain.
Then he repeated, “I woke up, and saw that there was a man standing by my bed and he was just looking at me.” I asked him if he had been dreaming. He said no that he was awake. And then I asked if the man frightened him. And he told me no. He repeated to me that the mysterious man was just standing there next to him gazing down at his face. And then he was no longer there. My husband told me he got up and looked around, but the mysterious supernatural visitor had gone. So I asked him, “were you able to go back to sleep?” Remarkably, he told me that he was able to fall back to sleep and that he slept very peacefully!
This experience for my husband, an atheist, was extraordinary, yet, it was real – supernatural, spiritual and mysterious. I thought it best not to ask him any further questions, since he hadn’t been frightened by the otherworldly early morning visitor, and he was able to fall back to sleep and sleep very peacefully.
The Holy Spirit later convicted me that the Lord has sent a heavenly visitor to watch over him. Reflecting on all that had transpired the night before – knowing that I had interceded for my husband’s soul on the other side of the bedroom door, anointed the door with holy oil and holy water, and prayed deliverance and protection prayers over him which were sparked by reading Father Amorth’s book, I knew that my prayers had been answered and in a way I could never have imagined! I reflected on the urgent visit the morning before by my Evangelical Christian friend who felt compelled to pray at length for my husband’s soul and well-being, and her charismatic intercession for heavenly assistance and protection.
This was no coincidence!
Never in my husband’s life had he had such experience, and he has not had another one like it since. I understood this to be an extraordinary grace and blessing from our Lord for my husband, and for me and for our family, and also a supernatural sign to us confirming the Lord’s love, compassion, care, and mercy for my husband and my family.
Who was this mysterious heavenly visitor? Perhaps he was my husband’s guardian angel, perhaps he was the Lord Jesus, we do not know, but we do know that the Holy Spirit prompted all the events to line up: my Christian friend’s visit, my finding the priest’s book at Barnes and Noble‘s, my opening it that particular night, and reading it, and being moved by it, and acting upon what I read, praying over my children and over my husband spiritual warfare prayers, and having trust and faith in our Lord Jesus Christ as our merciful and protective Savior, who delivers us from evil – from the Evil One – and keeps us safe in His loving care!
Unfortunately, had I been alone, I might have gone up to him to reassured him that I was trying not to insult him or be offensive in any way. But my husband quickly whisked me away to avoid “making a scene“.
Walking with Jesus 