It was not quite 6 o’clock in the morning and someone was literally beating on the front door. Still rubbing my sleepy eyes, I opened the door. There stood a new lady who had been coming to our church.
She said, “I am so sorry to come at such an early hour, but my husband is devil possessed. He is out behind our house cursing and pulling up banana trees like they were some freshly planted flower. He is foaming at the mouth, and threatening to kill us. Will you come missionary, and cast the devil out?” In a few minutes I was ready to go. Armed with my Bible and anointing oil, we left.
He was standing outside, when we reached her house. The poor soul was filthy, with a glassy stare, and faming at the mouth. “I’m not afraid of you devil.” I said as he backed toward the house. “Just back up as far as you want to, but I’m still going to pray for you.” The closer he came to his house, the closer we got to him. It wasn’t long until we were in the door of the house. He fell backwards on the couch. His eyes were dark and cold, and his fists clenched.
I remembered the words of our Lord in
Mark 6:12-13, “And they went out and preached that men should repent, and they cast out devils, and anointed with oil many that were sick, and healed them.”
He began to throw up legions of devils. Immediately his wild countenance gave place to a look of calm and peace. The long ordeal was over. God was victorious and the battle was won. We may feel inadequate, but God does not.