ANGER, OFFENCES, AND SPIRITUAL WARFARE

I once worked in an organization. I and my colleague had a high-end potential client we desperately wanted to convert into an actual one. His contract would run into the millions, and commissions would be huge.

We made calls. We made presentations. We spoke to the heads. We spoke to him. We prayed. We fasted – and I could see all the visible signs that we would get the contract. We had one final presentation – and the bag would be secured. We were so, so ready.

Then about two days before the presentation, my colleague and I had a blowout. A huge, massive, gigantic, spittle-flying, words-shooting blow-up…

Introvert. Perfectionist. Sanguine. Writer. Melancholic. Preacher.

Labels. I understand them, but I dislike them – and I’m not just talking about the negative ones.

Some years ago, I was being interviewed for a job, and the interviewer asked about my personality type…

You don’t need more spiritual power. Or fire.
You need more tarrying capacity: The ability to stay in his presence until you are “endued with power” – and fire naturally falls.

You don’t need more money.
You need more earning and learning capacity. (Click on the image to read more.)

In my first year in the university, I got baptised in the Holy Spirit – and I fell in love with God. Obsessively. I didn’t want anything to come between us.

I loved music and used to be in the choir, and when it was time for special numbers, we would sometimes go out to sing – me included.
There was a certain girl in my group who would just watch. Reserved.

It’s strange how the enemy skews our perspective; how he makes the insignificant become our focus – instead of the bigger picture:

He makes us reluctant to openly profess Christ – in a world of eight billion people – because we are very conscious of twenty members of our family or inner circle. Or even ONE certain individual…

At one time in my life, when I was much younger, I believed that every man indulged in pornography to some extent. I also believed that it was normal for men to cheat. It was just in their make-up.

Mind you, I was a Bible-believing, water-baptised, tongue-talking, demon-chasing Christian – but I had bought into a demonic cultural and societal narrative that had been carefully orchestrated by Satan himself…