One thing I've learned about the city of Detroit is, it can get pretty cold during the early month of February. Kenny had come a long way since the early Christian years when Sarah had introduced him to the Lord Jesus, but there were still issues in his life that he hadn't overcome. He, for whatever reasons had never found the strength to let go of a manipulating spirit. Deep down inside he really wanted to serve God with all of his heart, and given the opportunity he would prove it.
This night as he stood on the bus stop waiting to visit Toni a young lady he had met on the job, there was something stirring within him that was saying no. Kenny had three months prior moved into the "Y" (YMCA) after staying in a homeless shelter for eleven months. He had really seen God do some wonderful things in the life of others through his obedience, even in times of his disobedience- God moved. And now he'd been teaching a small group of guys the scriptures with good results. Tonight his ego was on the line, or rather, on the bus stop (in the cold; in Detroit). Toni had told him not to come by, for they could not continue doing the things they were doing while professing to know God. This was not something that Kenny wanted to hear, even though he knew it to be true. As he contemplated going, it seemed as though the Lord was speaking through the blowing wind pleading him to return to the "Y" and for once in his life, he listened.
Upon his return back through the front doors, he saw one of the guys in the lobby who was trying to get Kenny to pray with him. At that point Kenny began to really thank God for the decision he had made not to go to Toni's house. After returning to his room a knock came to the door and the young man entered the room hoping that Kenny would spend some time with him in prayer. It seemed that during a short time that the young man studied with a religious group he had received a bad impartation of fear, even to the point of not wanting to sleep in his own room.
As Kenny invited the young man into the room, he took him by the hand and began loosing the spirit of fear from him. The anointing on Kenny was so strong that the young man fell into his arms. Not being able to stand on his on, Kenny held him up and continued to pray for him. Kenny could see that the prayer was very affective as the tears began to run down the face of this man; something was breaking. When he finished praying Kenny assured him that he would continue praying for him until he knew that he was asleep. As the gentleman returned back to his room, Kenny fell to his knees thanking God for what had taken place and repented of the thoughts of disobedience in his heart. After about fifteen minutes had passed, the Spirit of the Lord brought a sense of calm to Kenny and he knew that the young man had fallen asleep. What had taken place was not known of Kenny at the time. He did not know of the ministry of an intercessor that would come five years down the road, nor the price he would pay in order to receive the calling.
You might say, "but everyone is called to intercede" and I'd have to agree with you; but for Kenny, this was different. As he retired for bed himself there was such a peace about him feeling that he had overcome and done what the Lord wanted him to do. As the night progressed on into the morning hours, he was awakened by a presence in his room. He then heard such a pretty sound as his eyes were adjusted to the darkness. What big pretty eyes, as he thought to himself. And then he said openly, there are no kittens in my room. He then discerned in the corner of the room a silhouette of a woman, a witch. And then what came over him was an indignation that he had never experienced. He felt as though he could leap off the bed at her while calling out the name of Jesus. It seems the after he had prayed for he young man, a spirit remained in the room. Whatever the case, it had to go; and go it did.
Later that morning he saw the young man and asked him how he slept. The gentleman replied " this was the best sleep I'd had in a long time. It was like angels were in my room."
Better Than Sacrifice
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