I was at High School, and standing for
the Lord, and praying for the people in that school. I'd had several encounters with demons fighting us, the people of God
in that school.
On this particular night, I got out of preps, and went to a grassy field just behind
our dormitory, and stood under a certain tree to pray. I started off, yawning a bit, actually planning to make it short. All
of a sudden, rain, terrible rain started comming toward me, from the hill opposite that on which my school stands. Of course
my first inclination was to run. But the Holy Spirit gave me a spirit of battle then. I lifted my hand and commanded the rain,
saying, "In the Name of Jesus, you will not reach my school, or where I'm praying now." In defiance, the rain came nearer,
swifter and stronger than before. I closed my eyes and prayed, trusting God to fulfill his word, and on opening my eyes, there
was no trace of rain.
Before I had a chance to wonder at this, suddenly, so suddenly, there came a presence:
In the presence of God, there's confidence, joy and all good things. In this presence,
there was nothing, but.. fear; total opposite of the presence of God. It was so intense that it could be felt, even touched.
I was almost drowning, like I was in water, only the water was fear. My eyes snapped open, and I stopped praying, and saw
this shadow. It stood about three meters from where I stood. I muttered under my breath to God, that he'd better put a shield
of fire around me. I stood there, fear trying to seep into my very bones, into my very being. I watched for almost five minutes,
as the shadow started moving round me, to make a circle, always three meters from me. It moved slowly, and O, the fear was
maddeningly trying to seep into me; that tangible fear.
Then I spoke to the shadow saying, "I came here to talk to God, not to watch you try
to seep fear into me. Therefore in the Name of Jesus, leave me alone in the presence of my God. You won't overcome me in the
name of Jesus."
Immediately, I closed my eyes, and started praying in tongues. After a few seconds
of praying in tongues, the presence vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. I opened my eyes, and the world was the one I
knew again, only I was so so exhausted, because a lot of the annointing of God on me was used to fight that presence.
This is an experience I had in school, and I believe this will help convince a few more
people that the devil is true, and not just another thought or habit. He's real. I've had several encounters with him and
his demons, especially when I was still in High School. You can read about another encounter I had with one of his demons
on my website http://mungujakisa.tripod.com and click on 'lust: a glimpse into the spiritual side' also after 'the vision I saw of the Church',
there's another encounter with a spiritual being. I don't know if it was a demon. Here, people call them mayembe,
some sort of principality, greater than demons, used mostly by witch-doctors to torment or punish others, usually to death.
Please keep on with the work of righteousness, and trample the devil down in his schemes and
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