I woke up this morning wanting to do something creative. I thought to myself that I should start a blog. I no longer have essays to write for college and could set aside real time to create a blog worth reading. WordPress told me that I already had an account, a blog long forgotten, with this post still in the queue:
[I recently spent six months in Dublin, Ireland in an attempt to dip my toes into the missionary field. Instead I ended up jumping into a rushing river that swept me right to the front lines of a heavenly battleground. I stood in the center of the battlefield bearing neither armor nor weapons. The Enemy troops saw that I was ill equipped to fight the battle and as I ran along the lines of God’s soldiers they shot their arrows at me.
Before coming to Dublin I was never taught about spiritual warfare and a Christian’s role in the battle; and I definitely never experienced it first hand. I had heard about Jesus casting demons out of a man and into pigs (Luke 8:26-37) but never thought about how those things could happen today.
While I did not experience demon possession like the man in the bible, (I believe that a true believer cannot be possessed by a demonic power. Possession implies ownership; Christians are owned by God as His children) I did experience demonic oppression.
For many months I tried to ignore what was going on around me. I kept my experiences a secret and tried not to dwell on it.]
It has been three years since I left Dublin, but this battle I refer to is still a raging war. In the years after Dublin, I began to lose touch with God. It was a slow and steady separation, one that I didn’t feel until I called out for God one night and couldn’t remember how to hear Him.
Hearing Him Clearly
At the beginning of March I moved to a new state, Virginia. I made it a goal to find a church where I can connect with people and keep fighting in the army of God. A few nights ago I was awakened by the terrifyingly familiar sense of oppression just like what I experienced in Dublin. Unable to open my eyes due to fear I knew that I needed to find God again.
I believe I was called here for this exact purpose. Ephesians 6:10-14 says 10 Finally, let the mighty strength of the Lord make you strong. 11 Put on all the armor that God gives, so you can defend yourself against the devil’s tricks. 12 We are not fighting against humans. We are fighting against forces and authorities and against rulers of darkness and powers in the spiritual world. 13 So put on all the armor that God gives. Then when that evil day[a] comes, you will be able to defend yourself. And when the battle is over, you will still be standing firm.
Before the end of last year I had no intention of moving to Virginia, but I heard Him calling me here and I knew I had to go. I am wildly unprepared for the battle I am about to face, I have no clue what is going to happen here or what I will encounter but I know that God will have the ultimate victory.