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By Nicole Van Der Merwe
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I had just spent what seemed like hours listening to a sermon about the power of the blood of Jesus. All I really wanted was to run away, but I couldn’t. The closer the man of God got to me the greater my anguish. I wanted to sink into the ground and be swallowed up. Despite my feelings, my feet were firmly rooted to the ground. I was not going to escape.
Being a new believer what happened next just freaked me out. The pastor put his hand on my head and began to pray. This led to me to involuntarily collapse on the floor like a slithering snake. The sound of hissing was coming out of my mouth. I was no longer in control of my own body. Quickly I was removed into another small room adjoining the hall. They began binding and casting out evil spirits and I was responding with obscenities and uncontrollably laughing at the minister sitting across the room. I learnt I had demonic spirits in me. I had no opportunity to question whether demon possession was real or not. I discovered it was a fact and was extremely devastated by what had taken place.
I was given an appointment attending multiple counselling sessions exposing my past and repenting of the many sins I had been involved in. Each time I was prayed for there was relief but never total freedom. Everyone was despairing as they patiently prayed for me. I began to feel mentally and physically exhausted and disappointed in God. Where was He? Why was He not helping me? I was so accustomed to being rejected and abandoned that my idea of a loving Father was non-existent. I always imagined God with a whip in his hand until I heard the prayer of one of the ministers counselling me: “Please Father do something! We don’t know what else to do for her! We need your help!” As I heard those words I found myself in a place that was alive with bright light.
Towards me a man was walking and in His hands I saw a beautiful simple bunch of flowers. I could not see His face as He was so bright but I recognised Him as my Saviour Jesus Christ. He placed the flowers in my hands and suddenly I found myself lying on my back hearing the sound of a dripping tap that had not been closed properly. Drip…..drip…..drip. Suddenly I saw before me the contorted scarred unrecognisable face of my Saviour. The crown of thorns was ripping into his flesh. I realised that the dripping tap was His crimson blood dripping one drop at a time on me. I turned my head to the side and saw thousands of large white shining angels with very large wings chasing a multitude of ugly creatures into a large pit that looked like a manhole. When I peered inside the manhole there were flames engulfing the creatures as they fell into this pit. As I watched the blood drip one drop at a time I knew Jesus was setting me free.
Just as quickly I found myself before my Redeemer again, shining like the sun. I felt an indescribable peace and knew I had been washed and set free by the blood of the Lamb. His warm love covered me like a blanket. I felt secure and at peace.
There is power in the blood, wonder working power in every drop of His crimson blood and it washes white as snow. This testimony is not debating whether we can have demons or not. It is about the power of the work of Calvary and that every last drop of the blood of Jesus is precious.
He poured out His life for you and for me.
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