A STORY THAT IS REALITY – Part 4

Demons Manifesting – God Is Teaching Me

Novo Friburgo, RJ

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My years living in Brazil have taught me much – and there is more to learn.

Cal and I and our three youngest children are living in this city in some of the mountains that thrust themselves to the heights near Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. 

It is winter – and COLD at night.

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(Just to give you an idea, we can see our breath when we first get up; until wood is placed on the small fireplace to take the chill out of the house.)

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The small house we are renting has three bedrooms and two small bathrooms with electric showers – the more slowly one runs the water, the warmer the water is. Of course, if one runs the water too slowly, the electric shower quits working – and all you get is COLD WATER.  It’s a delicate task to maintain water at a livable temperature: which means one seldom succeeds.

Our two daughters sleep together with five or six blankets piled on top of them, our son sleeps in warm clothes plus many blankets, Cal and I have an electric blanket with one heavy blanket on top of it – and consider ourselves RICH!

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Most of you would think we were crazy to be thankful for this house – but there is a lot of laughter here, with many young people traipsing through.  Supper is usually after dark, with a good fire going so the house is warm, I learned how to make guava jam… that with fresh French bread, coffee and hot milk, and fresh lemonade made with the blender, 10 or 12 young people crowded around a small table…we could eat a LOT!

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A few weeks earlier, four of these youths had come and knocked on our door to ask if we would be willing to teach them Bible lessons.  Would we ever!
We began — now the group was growing and would soon grow too large to meet in our house.  But we weren’t there yet . . .

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Tonight, after we ate, we headed towards an apartment house of one of the girls to have a Bible Study in their building’s “social room.”
There were 20 or 25 there… It was a great time. 

Before leaving, we all formed a circle, holding hands, so we could pray.

The girl to my right (Elenor) who took my hand was the girl who had invited us to come here. We gave each other big smiles as we clasped our hands.

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One of the boys started the prayer – when suddenly –  bedlam!

It happened so fast, it took me a minute to grasp what was happening.

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The girl that had been holding my hand, was thrown to the floor and was writhing and screaming. All of the young people were praying at the top of their lungs and jostling each other, trying to put their hands on the girl. The noise and confusion was mind-boggling.

I couldn’t even hear my own voice.
I remember wondering what the people in the apartment building were thinking about the noise and racket coming from downstairs.
And I thought, “when Jesus cast out evil spirits, I don’t think this is the way He did this!”

I was able to work my way through the bodies and touch Eleanor. I started praying with a quiet voice, casting the spirits out of her. The noise level went down (that girl could really scream as the demons manifested), somehow Cal got those young people to start to pray quietly.

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I helped Eleanor get up, then hugged her.  All who were there, also came up and hugged her.  I explained a little bit of what had happened to her, and she told me she’d been attending spiritualist meetings. (That explained it all to me.)

Cal and I prayed with her one more time before she went up to her apartment. Everyone went home a little shaken, some not really understanding what had happened.

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(The following night, in our little house, we had a lot of teaching to do, explaining with our Bibles open, as we worked through the events of the night before. And why we could no longer return to the apartments social area.

However, before we met together that night, God allowed me to have an even clearer lesson I have never forgotten.

-voni

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