Luke 11:24-26 In Real Time With A Jehovah’s Witness

 

 

My child has a best friend, who’s mother is a Jehovah’s Witness. At first we were told that she was not a strong witness, and was still a Christian, so my son did not get too concerned about getting together with his friend in his house.

But then my son went over to his best friend’s house this past Thursday night, to work on a school project together. All seemed quiet and peaceful, until a group of Jehovah’s Witness elders came to the door, and asked to speak to this kid’s mom. She went out and spent several hours with them, talking out in the yard. My son could see and feel the demons presence. The JW elders that were visiting had huge dark demons attached to them. As they met and spoke, even more demons came forth. Towards the end of their meeting, there was a large swarm of black demons swooping around in their back yard.

My son bound them up in the name of Jesus, claiming that they could not harm him. The demons left my son alone. When my son and his friend finished their work for the night, my son left through the front door, and drove home.

That Saturday, my son and his friend got together again at his house. They planned to spend the whole evening there working on the college project together.

While they were there, his mom asked my son about a church that was not too far away. My son told her that he had been there once, and that it was a good one to try, if she was interested in checking it out. She started asking my son questions about the church, such as what they believed in. When she asked him if they believed in hell, my son told her that they did. “Do you believe in hell?,” she asked my son.

My son said “Yes.”

At this, the woman’s husband got up and left the room.

Then she started to verbally attack my son for believing in hell, claiming that the bible does not mention hell, and that hell was man’s invention, not Jehovah’s. She kept quoting from the JW ‘New World Translation’ bible, and pressuring my son to “give God a chance”.

My son used the King James Version to counter every piece of scripture that she used, showing how there is indeed, a hell, according to God’s Word. But the mom simply said that the King James Version was corrupt, and not to be trusted. At that point, my son knew it was of no use to keep arguing, for she was not willing to look at the truth.

While all this was going on, my son kept binding up and casting out the demons under his breath, that were radiating outwards from her, in the name of Jesus. But for every one he bound up and cast out, several more then entered in. It was Luke 11:24-26 in real time. He watched as the demons kept increasing and growing, till he said the very foundations of the house began to tremble and shake. (There were no actual seismic tremors recorded in the area at that time. What he felt, was spiritual. But it still shook him up just the same.)

It was very hard for my son to witness all this, for he had come to care for his best friend’s family, and to see his best friend’s mom so attacked without recourse, was just too much for him to bear.

So he started to cry. Not bawling or anything so severe, but just tears that dripped one by one from his eyes. When he looked over at his friend, he seen that his friend was also crying, just like him.

As his mom continued on with her rant, (neither my son or his friend was allowed to get a word in edgewise at this point,) My son felt the Holy Spirit tell him to get out, for the foundations of his friends house was shaking even worse, and he was not to be in it any longer.

So, forgoing all the usual polite goodbye formalities, he simply got up and walked out of the house.

His friend followed him, and they both drove back to our place.

They arrived, both still in tears. They told me what had happened, and I could see grief and shame in his friend’s expression. Apparently, this was not the first time that this boy’s mom had verbally attacked one of his friends with her Jehovah’s witness beliefs. This boy did not bring many of his friends home because of this. But this time, the boy had seen a dark shadow go into his mother. This is why he too, had started to cry.

I felt bad for the boy’s father. He is not a Jehovah’s witness, but is a believer instead. And he believes he must follow the scriptures where it says in 1 Corinthians 7:12-16, (KJV), “But to the rest speak I, not the Lord: If any brother hath a wife that believeth not, and she be pleased to dwell with him, let him not put her away.” So he remains with her, despite the spirit of the anti-Christ that resides within her. That must be a very difficult thing to do.

My son feels bad for his friend’s younger brother. He just got baptized as a Jehovah’s witness this past Saturday. Getting baptized as a Jehovah’s witness is not the same as getting baptized as a believer in Jesus Christ. When you get baptized as a Jehovah’s witness, you receive Jehovah’s witness demons. When you get baptized in the name of Jesus Christ, you receive the Holy Spirit.

We talked for several hours afterwards, going over the scriptures with the KJV, Geneva 1599, and even the 1537 Matthews bible and Tyndale’s 1526 translation (original spelling edition,) of the New Testament. Even if the Jehovah’s witnesses didn’t use the names of hell that they like to re-write their own definitions of, there was still an actual description of a place that sounded very much like hell. (It certainly could not be thought of as the grave, which is what they like to believe sheol really means.)

Then the boys discovered that the JW bible, the New World Translation, was not written by scholars well versed in the ancient languages, but was re-written by a group of nameless JW elders, to fit their beliefs.

Meanwhile I was going through a struggle all my own. I had met this woman, the mother of my son’s friend, and I had liked her. At first, I had thought that the Jehovah’s witnesses were just another denomination of Christianity, but suddenly this didn’t seem to fit anymore. So I asked the Lord Jesus if she really was a believer. And my answer was a question that He asked of me instead. “Do the Jehovah’s witnesses believe that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh?”

So I researched it, and to my great sorrow, I discovered that they do not. They don’t even believe that the Holy Spirit resides inside believers today, guiding them and directing them. And it says right in scripture: “For many deceivers are entered into the world, who confess not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh. This is a deceiver and an antichrist.” (2 John 1:7) and in 1 John 4:1-3 it says: “Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world. By this you know the Spirit of God: every spirit that confesses that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God; and every spirit that does not confess Jesus is not from God; this is the spirit of the antichrist, of which you have heard that it is coming, and now it is already in the world.…”

Wow. An anti-Christ!

I cried when I read this, for I knew then that her soul was not saved.

As I thought about it all, I realized that this was the first time that one of my kids had to leave a place because of the demons that were there. Usually, my kids bind them up in the name of Jesus, and the demons leave them alone in peace. He had been over at his friend’s house before, and had discussions with his mom before about Jesus, but any demons that had come forth, he had been able to bind them up in Jesus name and then change the topic.

I knew there had to be some reason that the demons were extra strong that day. So I asked my son’s friend if the witness elders might have given his mom anything to bring into the house. “Yes,” he replied. “Stacks of The Watchtower Magazine!”

Ah. I had heard of these magazines being so cursed that once they enter into a person’s home, arguing enters in and peace leaves those who reside with them.

My son also told me, that he felt one of the problems, besides the fact that she wanted to keep her demons, (meaning she wanted to stay a Jehovah’s witness,) is that it was on her territory, and that this is what gave the demons such power to attack my son.

I share this with you, for there are a number of people contacting me, asking me for help in getting free from their families or relatives demons, who believe in another religion. You need to know, that sometimes the only way to deal with it, is to stop trying to cast out their demons and simply get out of their house.

But keep praying for them. God’s Word says in James 5:16, “…The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.…”

Would you please join me in saying a quick prayer for this woman?

Dear Jesus, please remove the scales from her eyes, and reveal to her the real truth of Your word. Help her to realize, that those seven men who run the watchtower from Brooklyn New York are fallible men, and not worthy of entrusting one’s soul to. Jesus is the only one we should entrust our soul to. Come into her life and into her son’s life, and let them both have a personal relationship with You. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen and hallelujah!

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“If they speak not according to this word, it is because there is no light in them.” (Isaiah 8:20)

Luke 11:24-26 (GNV) “When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest: and when he findeth none, he saith, I will return unto mine house whence I came out. And when he cometh, he findeth it swept and garnished. Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits worse than himself: and they enter in, and dwell there: so the last state of that man is worse than the first.”

Luke 16: 22-26 KJV “And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame. But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.”

Revelation 21:8, KJV “But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.”

Deuteronomy 32:22 “For a fire is kindled in mine anger, and shall burn unto the lowest hell, and shall consume the earth with her increase, and set on fire the foundations of the mountains.”

Job 26:6 “Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.”

Psa 55:15 “Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them.”

Prov 27:20 “Hell and destruction are never full; so the eyes of man are never satisfied.”

Mat 10:28 “And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”

Mark 9:43 “And if thy hand offend thee, cut it off: it is better for thee to enter into life maimed, than having two hands to go into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched:”

Mark 9:47 “And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out: it is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire:”

Matthew 13:50 “And shall cast them into the furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.”

2 Thessalonians 1:9 “Who shall be punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord, and from the glory of his power;”

Revelation 14:11 “And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.”

Revelation 20:10 “And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet [are], and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.”

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http://www.evangelicaloutreach.org/jehovahs-witnesses-answered.htm#jehovahs-witnesses-answered

The Biggest Event In This Man’s Life

A dream…

This time, I am an angel of the Lord,
A recording angel,
Sent to accompany one of the healing angels of the Lord on a mission of mercy and grace, and to answer a believer’s prayer.

We are in one of the top hospitals in the world,
In the cardiologist department.

Before me, is the head of the department,
An African-American doctor well known for his newest advanced treatments in cardiology. (He was very proud of himself, having come so far despite those who had been prejudiced against him because of his ethnicity.)

Also with him in his office, is his wife and son.

His wife is still quite pretty despite her older age, dressed in the latest of fashions, and her glossy hair smoothed out into a shoulder-length bob, and his son, a teenager, only fourteen years old, was with her. The son looked like he had taken a short break from his prep school, for he still had on the sharp looking dark blue pants and crisp white shirt, tie, and blazer that was the uniform of the private school.

It was noon, and the man’s wife and children had come to see if they could pull him away from his work for just an hour or so for lunch.

I watched, as they began to argue, for the man had already forbidden his wife and child to come and trouble him while he was working. But his wife still pleaded with him, telling him that it was the only place that he would even stop to listen to them, and since it was during his lunch break, she felt he should be able to spend some time with them.

The boy then picked up a handful of fat tongue depressors that had been sitting on the cardiologist’s desk, and began stuffing them into his suit pocket. The man became quite upset at this, and told him to stop and put them back. His son then told him that he needed them for his school project, as regular Popsicle sticks were too thin for his use. The father then returned to fighting with the mother, blaming her for interrupting his day and trying to shame her into leaving. But she would not.

I knew the man would not leave and go to lunch with his wife, for he felt could not; he had pompously just told his staff that they could take their breaks, and that he alone would stay and watch over the patients for the next half an hour. It wasn’t like the unit was full; there was only four patients in his unit, and he was very confident that he could handle it all by himself.

Of the four patients, one was his closest friend, a man he had grown up with and gone to school with. He was most worried about him, for he exhibited the worst of symptoms, and looked to be on his last breath. He hated the thought that there was not more that he could do for him, and he feared that his best friend would die under his care.

Of the remaining three patients, there was another one that he felt shouldn’t even have been admitted into his care, for he felt his case was not serious enough to warrant his attention. He remained there under his care, as a favor to another, who was on the board of directors. (He resented this.)

Suddenly, as the man and wife continued to argue, one of the heart monitors begins to fluctuate. I waited for the man to stop arguing with his wife, and go check it out, but he was not paying any attention to anything except his wife.

I went into the room of this man’s best friend, and watched the heart monitor completely change, and listened to the man warmly chuckle and laugh with joy. My angel partner was doing his work on him as he had been ordered to do by the great I AM. The man was being completely healed and strengthened, and was being told what he was to do with the rest of his life. He was to give up his previously self-centered lifestyle and serve the one who had just saved him. This pleased the man very much, for he had always wondered in the back of his mind, if there really was a God somewhere up in the heavens, and now he was getting all the proof he needed that there was. I listened to his voice, (it reminded me of James Earl Jones,) and was warmed by his enthusiasm upon receiving his instructions. I kept thinking that the cardiologist should be in this room witnessing this, but when I went back out to check in on him, he was still too engrossed in arguing with his wife.

This grieved me greatly, (as it did the Lord,) for I knew that he was missing the biggest event in this man’s life. His eternal life, and those of his family’s, was at stake. If he had been in that room, witnessing all that transpired, he would have become a believer in Christ. His then changed behavior, would have caused his wife and son to also become a believer in Jesus. But because the man had not taken the few minutes that was needed the night before, to tell his wife something that showed he still cared for her, and ask his son how he was doing in school, he was now missing the most important moment of his entire life, and even the most important moment of his friend’s life.

For from this moment on, the cardiologist would begin to grow apart from his closest friend, because he would not believe what had just happened to him, and would think his best friend was crazed. His friend would try to tell him what had really transpired in that room, but he would never come to believe it. He would peruse past the monitor’s print outs and see the return to normal heart beats, but would have no reasoning for it, except for his friend probably following his regiment so closely.

Just moments after my angel of healing partner left the cardiologist’s best friend, the other man’s heart monitor, the one who the cardiologist felt should not have even been there, began to beat erratically, and then flat lined. I went back out to check on the cardiologist, but once again, he was too involved in arguing with his wife, (trying to be self-righteous,) that he completely missed the other man’s heart alarm going off.

This saddened both me and the Lord, for we knew that all it would take to save this man, was a defibrillator  to his chest, and all would have been well again. (No prayers were ever said for this man, and he was a staunch atheist, so we did not intervene.)

But the man ended up dying. And as this man was not a believer, we knew his soul would now go down into hell. Had he lived, we had hope that he still, somehow, might have turned from his wicked ways and come to the Lord, but his time had run out and now it was too late.

The cardiologist stopped arguing with his wife, when he seen his best friend calmly walk out of his room and into his office to say goodbye. The cardiologist strongly argued then with him, that despite him felling better, he should stay in the hospital under observation, just in case his symptoms should return. But he then told him what had happened, and that he no longer had need of the sick bed, for the Lord On High had healed him.

His wife also then turned away, and with her son, left her husband there at the hospital, for she knew then that no matter what, he would not go out with them for lunch that day.

After his wife and friend left, the cardiologist checked up on the rest of his patients, and discovered the now dead man that had been forced under his care. He reviewed the records, and soon realized that he probably would have lived had he not been so distracted by his wife and son. His guilt was so strong that he never told another person at the hospital of what he had let happen, but he went home that night and blamed his wife for the man’s death. After that, the wife soon left him, and sued him for divorce, and received custody of his son.

I then woke up.

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1 Corinthians 7:3-4 (1599 Geneva)

“Let the husband give unto the wife due benevolence, and likewise also the wife unto the husband. The wife hath not the power of her own body, but the husband: and likewise also the husband hath not the power of his own body, but the wife.”

1 Corinthians 7:16 (1599 Geneva)
“For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thine husband? Or what knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?”

Malachi 2:14-16 ESV
“But you say, “Why does he not?” Because the Lord was witness between you and the wife of your youth, to whom you have been faithless, though she is your companion and your wife by covenant. Did he not make them one, with a portion of the Spirit in their union? And what was the one God seeking? Godly offspring. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and let none of you be faithless to the wife of your youth. “For the man who does not love his wife but divorces her, says the Lord, the God of Israel, covers his garment with violence, says the Lord of hosts. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and do not be faithless.”

Colossians 3:19 ESV
Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them.

Proverbs 31:10 ESV
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.

John 15:13 (KJV)
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Luke 5:24-26 (KJV)
“…I say unto thee, Arise, and take up thy couch, and go into thine house. And immediately he rose up before them, and took up that whereon he lay, and departed to his own house, glorifying God. And they were all amazed, and they glorified God, and were filled with fear, saying, We have seen strange things to day.”

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Thankful For The Food I Had Been Given

A dream…

I was going to meet a friend of mine
So we could spend some time talking to each other
And get caught up on what was going on in each others families. (To hear the latest news)

She asked me to meet her
At the local food bank
For that was the only time she had open.
(She had young children.)

When I pulled into the parking lot,
I could see it was very busy. There was just one or two spots left for a car to park.

I found one not too far away from my friend’s,
And caught up to her as she was walking up to the building.

There were many people waiting in line
To receive their free food,
And we were towards the end of the line.

We talked and chatted,
Until we were close to the food.

Then my friend was next.
She reached down and grabbed her box of food,
And as I was about to follow her,
A man stopped me and insisted that I take a box of food.

So I took one, feeling like a fraud,
For I still had enough food to last us for another week,
Or maybe two if we didn’t eat too much.
After that, I’d be out of food just like everyone else.
But I still had hope that my husband would find a job
So we could get some money to buy some food.
He’d only been out of work for about a year and a half.
We had been living off the food we had stored up,
When we had the money to put into it.
But I kept thinking that there must be others there,
That needed the food far more than I did.

As we both walked back to our cars,
I could see the police man watching us,
Watching everyone,
And I felt a moment of fear,
That I would somehow be caught,
And prosecuted
For taking food while I still had some.

But no one was checking for identification,
Nor asking for proof of need,
So we continued on
Till we reached our cars.

I found myself wondering if I looked that poor,
That I would need such items.
But I then realized with a sinking heart, that I was indeed, thin and gaunt. I had thought that to be so thin was in fashion, but I sensed then, that I had become too thin.

I felt shame at this, for I could well remember the days when I myself had donated food to the food pantry,
Or given them money to buy whatever food they had needed to help feed the poor.

But I never thought it would be our family
That would need the help.

When my friend and I came to her car,
I offered her the box of food that had been given to me.
But she insisted that I keep it for myself.

She drove off, waving to me,
While I still stood there holding my box of free food.

I looked down at the box,
And realized that there was enough to keep a family of four going for only about three days or so.

Most of it, (all of it?) was dry goods.
Rice, beans, boxed side dishes that needed water added to cook it, pancake mixes and other such items. There was even an opened bag of white flour, rolled closed and taped shut. There looked to be about three cups of the flour inside it.
The box was an open pallet type box, that might have once been used for fruit or vegetables,
But there was no fruit or vegetables in it now.
Fresh produce of any kind, was hard to find.
I realized, that they had put all the items in the boxes,
So that everyone could see that everyone was getting the same thing as everyone else. (They feared food riots otherwise.)

I then wondered, if my friend knew that I’d probably have to be there next week, to ask for the free food right along with her, and figured that I could probably use a head start.

I thanked her in my mind, (and resolved myself to thank her next week when I seen her here again,) for giving me the nudge I needed.

As I was putting the food into the back of the car,
I seen that they were putting out some fresh baked goods,
As an added bonus for the people.

Many of the people had already left,
But there were still enough people left,
To receive the handout.

So I walked up to where they were giving out the bread,
But by the time I got there,
All the loaves were gone. A man there offered me to have three cinnamon rolls (dry and stale ones,) in liew of the loaf of bread. I gladly accepted it with thanks.
He gave me a brisk hug, and then told me to come again, and get the free food, and to not suffer so because of my pride.
(He reminded me of a dear elderly gentleman that I had once known in my church, who was always caring for and helping out others.) He then motioned to me to get in line for the cinnamon rolls with icing on them, that they would be handing out next.

So I did.

They gave me a huge piece of green plastic,
(not quite as thick as a tarp,)
But I was confused and went back and then told them that I had wanted the roll instead. (I realized that the plastic was given out to those who didn’t even have a roof over their heads or a tent to shelter in. We were not that bad yet! We had a nice tent waiting for us at home if we needed it.)

But by this time, the workers were in a battle between themselves, concerning some trivial matter of who said what to whom, and left the food to go argue it out inside.

The people were left there, waiting for the food.

I got tired of waiting for them,
Even though I was next in line,
(I had already waited for over a half an hour,)
So I lunged forward towards one of the tables that had a roll with icing on it, (not the ones with lots of icing on it that I had hoped for, but one with some on it all the same,) and was able to pick up the one on the corner of the tray.

Gasps of the people closest to me could be heard,
(and one saying “Hey! That’s not fair!”,)
But I walked back to my car, licking my fingers from the icing, and quickly, thankfully, devoured the entire roll.
(I think some of the others behind me in line, also tried to grab a roll for themselves, while the workers bickered away the time inside the building.) The workers finally came back out and finished helping the people, till all the rolls were gone.

I drove home, my stomach no longer growling at me, thankful for the food that I had been given.

I then woke up form the dream.

When I went back to bed,
I dreamed that I had somehow been given,
(inherited?) a bunch of rabbits and a pair of hamsters.
Even the cages were now mine.

I knew how to take care of them,
For the one who had them before me,
Had been teaching me how to care for them.
He was an old, old man, with no relatives left to care about him. He had recently died in his sleep, and left them to me.

The rabbits were quite big in size,
And I knew that they would fetch me a good price if I wished to sell them. But I vowed to do things just like the old man did, and not sell too many off at one time. I needed to retain enough good stock to keep the rabbits breeding.
I also needed to keep enough for myself.

The pair of hamsters were due to have a litter any day now. They would grow quickly, and also be sold to others, though maybe not as quickly as the rabbits.

Most people could handle the thought of eating rabbit.
But not too many could handle the thought of eating a hamster. The hamsters were enough to flavor a pot of soup though, and for those who could afford little else, it was still edible meat.

Some purchased a male and a female rabbit from me,
Just so they could start their own tiny rabbit farm in their back yard. Others wanted one to eat. I charged them extra, to kill it and skin it for them. Most found a way to do it themselves, for they did not have that extra money. Sometimes they paid me to do it in front of them, so they would be able to do it next time by themselves. I didn’t mind showing them. If I knew I would be killing one soon, I would let them know so they could come and learn for free. I wasn’t one of those charlatans who was out just to gouge their customer. I (and the old man before me,) were ones that the people trusted.

There were those of course, who still greatly struggled with the thought of killing a rabbit for food, but sooner or later, their bellies would growl louder than their conscience, and they would break down and buy one to eat. I would try to sell them the older ones, telling them that they had already lived a good long life in rabbit years, and would soon die of old age before too long anyways. They seemed to appreciate this thought.

I also stretched the skins out and scraped them clean, and then sold the pelts later to be used to help keep one warm. (I was not a good sewer, but I was good enough to piece some together for me to stay warm enough in the winter.) Some people didn’t want to be bothered with the skin, and I then told them that I would buy it back from them, for a little bit of money. It would take me quite a bit of work to clean up the fur, but if they had done a half way decent job of skinning it, then the work left was not too much for me to do. I could then sell it for a small profit, or keep it myself to use.

The pelts were not as big of a seller, as the rabbits themselves were. The meat, the protein, is what was in the highest demand.

I then woke up.

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