“I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.” – [Jesus] (Luke 10:19)
It happened nearly thirty years ago, so I don’t remember the exact date or even the month. Kelly and I were playing on the floor in the den. Kelly was around 14-18 months old at the time.
Everything was calm and peaceful, until suddenly Kelly started screaming. I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or pain – or both. Wide-eyed and shaking, she pointed toward the top shelf of the bookcases in the corner of the room. I strained to see what she was pointing to but saw nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, the panicked screaming intensified.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked, bewildered, knowing full well she couldn’t talk yet, other than “Mama,” Dada,” and “bot-bot,” but she wasn’t saying any of those words, just shrieking. Now she was now lying on her side, jerking. It looked as if something invisible was kicking her in the stomach. Whatever was happening wasn’t natural. Whatever it was, something was attacking my baby!
The Mama Bear in me rose up, and I spoke loudly and clearly, with all the authority I could muster:
“In the name of Jesus, STOP! Get away from her! Get out of this house!” (Or words to that effect)
Kelly stopped jerking, and I held her and rocked her on my lap In a few minutes, she had caught her breath and stopped crying. I pondered what had just happened.
When I told my prayer partner, also named Kelly, about it the next day, her response was immediate.
“Well, I know what that was. What I want to know is, how did it get in your house?!“
She knew that shortly after we had first moved into our home, I had claimed the house for the Lord, going room to room, rebuking any unholy spirits and telling them to get out. I had spoken a blessing over each space, including the basement, attic, and hallways. Kelly (friend) had done the same with her house, but also “anointing” the doorposts and property lines with oil.
This incident brought back a dream Kelly (friend) had had years before, which was very relevant. In the dream she was out with her toddler Jessica and encountered a woman who was a known witch. This woman got in her face and started speaking curses. Kelly responded by looking her in the eye and rebuking her in the name of Jesus. The witch, speechless and visibly frustrated, turned to Jessica and kicked her in the stomach.
The meaning of that dream was crystal clear to both of us. We knew to take authority over the enemy (See the Scripture verse above.), but when our children were too little to fight the battle themselves, we needed to do it. From the night of that dream forward, Kelly and I routinely covered our children with prayer.
Shortly after the incident in front of the fireplace, I was back in the den with Kelly (child), and our daughter Joanna, came in to get something. One of us remarked on the cluttered condition of the bookshelves, and I said something akin to, “One of these days I’m going to have to do some major straightening up in here.”
Joanna, who was a teenager at the time, began pulling everything off the shelves. Before I could say, “Wait! What are you doing?! STOP!” she had made a huge pile of “stuff” on the floor in the middle of the room. Dust was flying.
“Now you have to do it,” she said casually.
I was horrified, but deep down I knew Joanna was right. This was the only way it was going to get done. To her credit, she stayed and helped me, and three or four hours later, the room was clean, and everything was either back on the shelves, thrown out, or in boxes for the Salvation Army.
Among the things we found that we’d forgotten about was a coin from India with a hole in the middle and a ribbon tied through it. It had been given to us when we hosted a couple of exchange students for dinner. The guests had come bearing gifts, and one of them, a Hindu young man, had given us this trinket he said would give us “good luck.” I had thought, How cute. The next day I had stuck it up on the top shelf in the corner of the den, where I hadn’t given it another thought. Remembering the incident with Kelly, that day I threw the thing out. I have Jesus, I don’t need “luck,” especially not the Hindu variety.
As my last two posts stated, we can be slaves to sin and fear through ignorance of God’s Word. We can also be slaves to the devil through ignorance, giving him more power over us than he rightfully has. Many Christians are like the man languishing in the jail cell day after day, not realizing the door is unlocked.
If we belong to Jesus, Satan has already lost us. But if we don’t know Scripture that teaches us our position in Christ, we can still unknowingly give the enemy permission to attack our joy, steal our peace, weaken our faith, and damage our witness – never mind what he can do to our children! Too many Christians these days are letting the enemy run their lives.
For more on spiritual warfare and our authority in Christ (Hint: It was not given to only the apostles!) here’s a piece I posted three years ago:
Prayer: Lord Jesus, thank You for sacrificing Yourself so our sins could be paid for and we could be Yours forever. Thank You for giving us everything we need for the battle against the enemy of our souls – the armor of God, the shield of faith, and the sword of the Spirit, Your Word. Help us to study Scripture diligently. Give us insight for fighting the good fight for Your Kingdom. In Your name, and by the power of Your blood, amen.