While I was on my return flight from Europe, I noticed that the girl (in her 30s) seated next to me was reading a book on Wicca. After praying about what I should say, my mouth opened up. “That seems to be a very interesting book, doesn't it”? I said. “Yes”, she replied ... “I have been into Wicca for twelve years now”. “Wow, does it really have any power”? I asked. “Oh absolutely”, she replied ... “great power”. Curiously, I asked her, “Give me an example”. She went on to describe a “Love Spell” to me. She said, “Well, let me give you an example of a spell that I use ... if you have an old flame (like in lover), take a black candle ... carve your old lover's initials in it ... then take two pins and insert them into the wax directly below the initials ... the pins must pierce the wick itself ... as though it represents the heart of your old flame ... then light the candle and chant these words ...”.
I shrugged, “And you have done this and it works”? I asked. “Oh yes, the spirits say that I'm a white witch”. We talked about her life a bit and her experiences in Wicca for about 15 minutes. I found out that she was on her second marriage - I noticed that several times she brought up a man that she “used to be in love with”. As I prodded, she opened up. He was “a vampire”, she said. He was into “swapping his blood with me ... he was abusive and hurt me greatly”. After I sensed a really deep soul tie, I said, “You still love him don't you”? She looked at me with astonishment and said, “Are you a psychic”? “No” I said ... “It just seems like you have feelings for him still”. That was the statement that broke the urn and released the poison trapped within her heart. “I do have feelings for him ... I can't let him go, he controls me from afar, he has taken something from me and I'm lost without it”! “He’s vampire”, she whispered.
I then realized that I was smack in the middle of a “divine appointment” - 35,000 miles in the air sitting next to a witch for another four hours. Of course I spoke about Christ, the Book of Proverbs, God the Father Himself. But the greatest weapon that I had was the power of LOVE. I described to her that she had never been “enlightened” with the LOVE of the Highest Power. That she had spent her entire life victimized to LUST. “The difference between LOVE and LUST is this: LUST TAKES and LOVE GIVES”, I exclaimed. “You have been victimized by the spirit of lust”, I said. I went on to say, “And now a great part of you has been violated and stolen ... captured by someone that has power of your soul”. “Yes, and I cannot get free ... I hate that this thing owns me”, she cried.
I paused ... “Well, if the powers that you have as a witch cannot conquer this curse, then you need to call on a higher power”, I said. Looking desperately at me for the answer, she asked, “Is there any such power”? I again said, “If what you have is not greater than what he has, you need a higher power”. She agreed. She opened her briefcase and began pulling out more books. The author was Sylvia Browne, a well known psychic. She attempted to shift the power focus on her, I stopped her and continued to confidently testify that there was a “blood” that was greater than that of the ritual exchange of “vampires”. It was the blood of “JESUS”. She shrieked back in her chair and became defensive. I realized that my choices were limited at 35,000 feet. My impulse was to engage in a power encounter ... then the Spirit of God spoke to me. He said, “You are already engaged in one”. I realized then that the “weapons of my warfare were not earthly, but heavenly”. I dug deep within myself trying to draw out something that would drown the words of her curse long after I had exited the plane. And then it came. Though God loved this witch, she had no direct or legitimate access to the pipeline of His divine power yet. I had to show her in scripture what her life looked like in the view of heaven. I knew there was something in Psalms, so I fingered through as I continued to share God's love. Then after a few more minutes, I hit on it! Great verses in Psalm 109.
He cursed as naturally as he dressed himself; may his own curses soak into his body like water and into his bones like oil! May they cover him like clothes and always be around him like a belt! LORD, punish my enemies in that way — those who say such evil things against me! But my Sovereign LORD, help me as you have promised, and rescue me because of the goodness of your love. I am poor and needy; I am hurt to the depths of my heart. Like an evening shadow I am about to vanish; I am blown away like an insect. My knees are weak from lack of food; I am nothing but skin and bones. When people see me, they laugh at me; they shake their heads in scorn. Help me, O LORD my God; because of your constant love, save me! (Psalm 109:18-26)
I had her read it again and again. I ministered to her regarding God's order and how she needed to receive His Son and love - until she did, this Psalm would remain to be a promise to someone else and not her! She was amazed at how this truth seemed to mirror her life - it was like she was reading her own story ... that, in itself was like a steel rod being lodged into her spine. She stood upright and stared at me ... “Are you an angel”? She asked. I couldn't help but to burst out laughing. Then like a scene change in a movie, we entered into the worst turbulence I had ever experienced. I was literally bouncing off my seat for about 5 minutes - the turbulence lasted about 15 minutes. During it, fear seized her ... I tried to ignore the drama and make some small talk. She closed her eyes, as if she was trying to disappear. Within moments she fell asleep.
I never got the opportunity to formally pray with her - although I prayed for her in my spirit. But as she exited the plane, she appeared different. I asked her upon leaving, “So what do you think about all of this”? She replied, “I realize now that you have something that I don't ... you know a higher power, I've searched for twelve years for power and for the first time I believe that I have searched in the wrong venue”.
I then remembered the “vampire”. When I was in the home of Dr. Oral Roberts a few years back, he recommended that I read a book called, Out of Egypt by Anne Rice. Anne Rice had a conversion back to Christ after being a prolific writer among the vampire community. Dr. Roberts highly recommended the read. I thought ... who is a better author to reach her than Anne Rice? I closed by saying, “There are two books that I'd like you to read this month ... the Gospel of Saint John and Out of Egypt by Anne Rice”. Of course she heard of Anne Rice. She not only took me up on my offer, she also asked me if I had anything to give her before she left the plane. I did.
I not only sowed great doubt into her faith in Wicca; but now connected her with a voice (she admired) that would enforce the power and love of Christ to her.
I learned a great lesson that morning. The Bible says, the Gospel is veiled to the eyes that have been blinded. Our job is not necessarily to always 'close the deal' - but to unwrap the Gospel so those that are perishing can open the gift themselves. Always remembering that 'God's Word will not return void'.