Demon Cast Out
A couple of weeks
thereafter,
during
another several hours-long session of spiritual warfare, Kristin was sitting on the right side of her bed with her feet on the floor; I was standing
in front of her; her face was about two feet from mine and tilted upward, and my
face was tilted downward and facing her. When I again commanded the demons to
come out of her in Jesus' name, her mouth opened wide, the
guttural cry came out of
it, and then what felt like a pocket of air shot into my mouth
and down my throat with such force that it knocked me backward and onto the floor. I was shocked by what happened, and then shocked again by my knee-jerk reaction to it:
'There's one less in her.'
She seemed as shocked as I was by what happened and asked if I was okay. I got up off the floor, sat down on my bed and told her that I was, but my mind was racing.
First, I had always wondered if that blood-curdling guttural cry coming out of her was that of demons leaving her or struggling to not leave her. Well, I knew that at least in this case, it was the former. But was every guttural noise that of a demon leaving? If so, thousands, if not tens of thousands of demons must have left her. Just how many demons can one person have?
And right afterwards, something had entered my mouth, down my throat and into my thorax, and did it with such force that it had knocked me down. There was no explanation other than that a demon had come out of Kristin and entered me. But I was a Christians. Or did it mean that I was not a Christian since a demon was able to enter me? I immediately thought of the Methodist pastor who had said that demons enter him when he is fighting against them.
The other shock was my own reaction. As much as I was desperate to get the demons out of Kristin, I neither imagined nor wanted them entering me. Yet my knee-jerk reaction had been, 'There's one less in her.' I thought to myself, 'I guess I care about this girl more than myself,' and then realized that that kind of care wasn't from me. I couldn't care about someone, anyone, to that extent. It was Jesus' love that He had given me to care for her.
Kristin knew what had happened and began to say she was sorry, but I told her it wasn't her fault. I also told her about my knee-jerk reaction and told her that Jesus loves her very, very much.
But still, I was rattled. I guess nothing rattles and humbles a Christian like having a demon enter him.
I called a Christian lady who has the gift of discernment, shared what had happened to me, and asked her what my sin was that had allowed the demon to enter me. She replied that the demon had entered me not because of a sin but because it was angry about losing the home that it had had for twenty years inside Kristin. She said the demon knows it can't stay but had entered anyway to lash out at me.
Her words offered some comfort but I now felt even more outgunned than before. So I told Kristin about the Methodist pastor in the capital city and suggested that we move there. We felt that there was no one in the local town who could help us, and the capital city also had a French dermatologist who had the laser to remove her tattoo and who could also treat her facial acne that she was beginning to experience, so the decision to return to the capital city was a relatively easy one.