LTW Update: Satan Paid Me A Little Visit

Also see: Spiritual Warfare: Should We Focus on Satan?

Hello Everyone,

Well, all I can say is, “We must be doing something right!” Satan paid me a little visit yesterday morning to let me know that he is not happy, but then the Holy Spirit paid me a visit to let me know that He is! I am sure that Satan just sent a powerful devil/demon my way; I doubt it was actually Satan, but it was an attack orchestrated by him, that is for sure. All in all, it was a great day with the Lord that I will never forget. Our prayers and fasting did make a difference and put a dent in Satan’s agenda after all. And we will pray and fast again the next time the enemy tries to come and take our people and invade our land with demonic prayer flags!

I have been taught that this land is in the domain of the evil one, and we should just, rather passively, let it be, knowing that our kingdom is the one to come and not of this world. I no longer agree with this position. I know that our kingdom is in heaven, and I know there will be a new heaven and a new earth where we will reign with the Lord, but God says in the Bible that all things are ours in this world. We have power within us, as Christians, and more power than we can fully know. We will be at rest spiritually when we get Home. Until then, we are fighting a battle, and if we had just stood by and not prayed and fasted last Friday, I am sure I would have never experienced what I experienced yesterday morning. Our prayers made a difference. Shame on us, for not praying more and not standing at the gate to guard, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Christian heritage in this country!

Satan has a plan, and even though I know that ultimately all that is in Revelation will take place, I no longer believe that that means for me to just lie down and let the devil have his way without combating these forces of evil more with the power of prayer. I know our message is to individuals, as God seeks after individuals. It is true that our nation is post-Christian and, given the prophecy of Revelation, I am in no position to say that it won’t continue to decline away from the Lord. But, I also know that demons are attracted to sorcery practiced through wooden idols, prayer flags, etc. and when the Eastern religions of the occult come over to our homeland to spread this Satanic curse on our land and deceive our people, from now on, I will be standing at the gate and praying against it. When something like this happens, how does one think God is more glorified? What brings Him the most joy? When His people just say, “Oh well. It’s in Your hands, God. Whatever. I have other things to do with my time than to pray about this, but I will say a quick little prayer like, ‘Lord bless the children. In Jesus’ name, Amen.’”? Or, when His people humble themselves through prayer and fasting and bear the burden for the lost and for our land wholeheartedly? I think the answer is obvious.

I feel the need to belabor this point because the church is weak in America, and it is a shame. This is not the time for apathy. Things would be different if we would pray more. I am guilty of this, too. I am just saying that we should all be honest with ourselves and ask, “Do I really love the lost? Do I really love my country? Do I really care, or not?”

“Jesus will always be the dragon’s foe, and that not in a quiet sense, but actively, vigorously, with full determination to exterminate evil. All His servants whether angels in heaven or messengers on earth, will and must fight; they are born to be warriors-at the cross they enter covenant never to make a truce with evil; they are a warlike company firm in defense and fierce in attack. The duty of every soldier of the Lord is daily, with all his heart, and soul, and strength, to fight against the dragon. The dragon and his angels will not decline the affray; they are incessant in their onslaughts, sparing no weapon, fair or foul. We are foolish to expect to serve God without opposition: the more zealous we are, the more sure we are to be assailed by the myrmidons of hell. The church may become slothful, but not so her great antagonist; his restless spirit never suffers the war to pause; he hates the woman’s seed, and would fain devour the church if he could. The servants of Satan partake much of the old dragon’s energy, and are usually an active race. War rages all around and to dream of peace is dangerous and futile. Glory be to God, we know the end of the war. The great dragon shall be cast out forever destroyed, while Jesus and they who are with Him shall receive the crown. Let us sharpen our swords tonight, and pray the Holy Spirit to nerve our arms for the conflict. Never battle so important, never crown so glorious. Every man to his post, ye warriors of the cross, and may the Lord tread Satan under your feet shortly!” -Charles Spurgeon

The battle is, of course, spiritual, as God wants us to always speak the Truth in love and gentleness. If only more Christians would just speak the Truth; if only more Christians would just whisper the Truth, it would make a difference. Walter Martin used to say that Christians suffer from a bad ailment called “non-rock-a-boat-us.” We don’t want to rock the boat! I once asked my friend, Swami, who sets up his Hindu booth daily at Venice, “Swami, don’t you ever want to take a day off? I mean, here in Southern CA, there are so many fun things to do.” He said, “This is my fun. There is nothing I would rather be doing.” I thought to myself, “Where are the Christians?” I was embarrassed for the church.

There was a day in church history when a Christian used to work for an entire week to have just a chapter of the Bible to own and read. Now, our Bibles are dusty, and most of us have our feet propped up watching some stupid, sinful oriented sitcom on TV. I have not seen one episode of that Donald Trump reality show, because I could not care less about him or who he fires! But it is the number one show in our nation. Meanwhile, the lost are out there and the New Age Movement is sweeping our country with absolutely no opposition from the Christians! There is work to do. I don’t mean to judge, because I know that we all have different gifts, obligations, health issues, etc. I am just stating that, in general, we are too passive when it comes to prayer, Bible study, and evangelism, and we continue to pay the price for that.

However, last Friday at UC Irvine, it seems we did pretty well! I had a very scary experience yesterday morning (Saturday) with a demon, but I remembered how I walked under that canopy of prayer flags to demons singing “Down at the cross where my Savior died…Glory to His name…” Through our prayers, the Lord sent the Holy Spirit to block that Dalai Lama from our children, and Satan was not happy. How I pray that the Lord will forgive us for ever having that man in our country to begin with and forcing our children to call him “His Holiness.” In Ezekiel 3:18, the Bible says that we will be held accountable for such an atrocity.

I was raised Baptist, and I am a five-point Calvanist, and I am not one to embellish stories about the devil. I was not going to write about the three fold attack that Satan sent my way yesterday, but this morning, after a wonderful night of rest, I felt like the Lord wanted me to let everyone know about it. I am writing to give Him the glory, because our God is greater, and He let me experience His greatness yesterday when He calmed all of my fears. C.S. Lewis said, “I believe in Christianity as I believe the sun has risen. Not only because I see it, but because I see everything else.”

My home number is a private number, and I don’t give it out. The only people that have my home number are people of character. The number below is my cell. I have never had a crank call since I have lived in this apartment, which has been over two years now. Never, that is, until yesterday morning. I sent out that email to all of you about fasting and praying, and it went out to about 500 Christians. Many of you were praying on Friday as we were there on campus spreading the Gospel. Well, evidently the devil was upset. I got a phone call which woke me up on my home phone yesterday morning at 5. I said, “Hello.” A man said, “Hey, Baby.” I said, “Who is this?” He said, “You know who this is.” I said more emphatically, “Who is this?” He said, “You know who this is.” I hung up. I went back to bed and thought, Oh, well, that was just the wrong number. That is no big deal. The caller ID said the number was a private number, so there was no identification as to who it could have been. I didn’t recognize the voice, so I just dismissed the notion of it being anybody I knew and went back to bed and really thought nothing of it.

I went back to sleep and had this horrible dream. I never have bad dreams, ever, so this was very unusual. This was a dream about someone beating on conga drums with incense in the air and some older woman with gray hair chanting and saying prayers, looking up through the smoke. Someone had died, and they were doing voodoo. It was very, very weird and scary. I remember it all very vividly as I am writing this. I normally never have any recollection of a dream. I usually sleep very peacefully. I woke up from the dream without any alarm clock right after 6. I thought, Well, I am really glad to be out of that dream! I guess I have been spending too much time at Venice Beach! That was a really horrible dream. Whew!

I saw the clock and thought, I need to get up now, but I will just stay in bed for about 5 more minutes. I was fully awake, but I had my eyes closed. As I laid there in bed with my eyes closed, I heard someone walking in my room. It sounded just like someone was walking in my room. It was like they were walking in, and they were next to me in bed. I was lying there, and I just knew, or had a sense, that someone or something was in my room. I rolled over and faced the other side of my bed where it seemed the entity had positioned itself and pointed my finger straight out at it and said, “JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJesus!” It was so powerful that I had to try with all of my might to say the name of Jesus. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I couldn’t even say the name of Jesus at first. Once I was released to say it, though, I yelled it! I pointed my finger all around my room and yelled, “Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!” sitting up in bed. I turned around beside me to face the entity in my bed and said very emphatically, “In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, get out! In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, leave!”

I got up immediately and got out my Bible on audio cassette. I chose the tape of the book of Revelation and pushed “play” just as fast as I could. So I stood there in my night gown in the middle of my room looking all around in the air while the Scripture was being proclaimed for all of the principalities to hear. I had recently bought a very pretty Oneida glass cross right after my grandfather passed away. I was keeping the crystal cross beside a picture of him on the table. I grabbed that cross, and I held it up in the air in front of me and said, “In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, you can not have me. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, you can not have me.”

I paused and stood there still with the cross in front of me while the Scripture was filling up the room on audio cassette. I said very calmly, “You’ve shown me you’re not happy with me. Well, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, second Person of the Trinity, (I cringed my teeth and yelled) I AM NOT DONE YET! And you leave me alone. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.”

The Bible was still playing, and I put the cross down. I sat down on my couch and started to cry. I have never felt so afraid in my whole entire life. I was crying just like a little girl on her Father’s lap praying, “Lord, this is so scary, please keep me safe. I am so scared. That was so powerful. That phone call was so scary, and then the dream, and then hearing someone walking in my room. Please give me the strength to do Your will.” I got up and thought to myself, I have never missed Tennessee so much.

I felt this strange desire, out of the blue, to sing. I thought, I can’t sing. I don’t have any time to sing after what I have just experienced! Besides, I have got to keep this Bible playing so that demon won’t come back! I started to do some bookkeeping as the Bible continued to play. I still felt this strange desire to sing. As I finished with my receipts, I started to think about that phone call earlier that woke me up and how the guy on the other end said, ‘You know who this is,” and I started to cry again. I was still very afraid.

I prayed, “Oh Lord, please help me. I am so scared. Please keep me safe. Satan is out to get me…” As I prayed, I continued to feel this strange desire to sing. Finally, I thought to myself, Maybe the Lord wants me to sing. So I stopped crying and said, “Ok, Lord. I will sing.” So, after about two hours since the encounter, I finally turned off the Bible cassettes.

I turned on an accompaniment tape for the song “My Savior First Of All.” As the introduction started with piano and strings, I got down on my knees, in the same room where the entity had been, beside the same bed, and lifted up my hands to heaven. I started to sing, “When my life’s work has ended and I cross the swelling tide,” and I became totally overwhelmed by the presence of the Holy Spirit. I couldn’t sing. I could only barely whisper the lyrics as I cried tears of thanksgiving and love for Him. I was totally and completely at peace in His presence in the arms of my Father. I said, “Oh, thank you, Lord. You knew I was scared, and You knew I was troubled, and You cared enough about me to urge me to sing, because You wanted to show me Your power, so I wouldn’t be afraid anymore.” I said, “That spirit did overpower me this morning, but You are overpowering me more. And I know now that I am ok. You wanted to show me Your power, and You cared enough to prompt me to get me still before You in worship, so You could send Your spirit down on me here in this room.”

God didn’t have to do that for me. That was so very sweet. I felt just great the rest of the day. I walked through all of Venice and gave out the food and prayed for everyone. It was so windy, that most people were not there. I had the peace and the joy of the Lord, as I walked. People even said, “You look so happy!” He let me know that the battle is His, and not mine. The war is not between the devil and me, but between Christ and Satan, and greater is He that is in me, and I am safe and just fine. And by the way, I slept like a baby last night, and I had no nightmares or crank calls this morning.

And tho’ this world with devils filled should threaten to undo us
We will not fear for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us
The prince of darkness grim- We tremble not for him; His rage we can endure
For lo, his doom is sure; one little word shall fail him.

That word above all earthly powers no thanks to them abideth
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him who with us sideth
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also; the body they may kill
God’s truth abideth still, His kingdom is forever.

Still fighting the good fight,

Dwayna Litz

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(Sent to people on ministry email list after the Dalai Lama spoke to students at UC Irvine in April 2004)


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