Curt cried out in the middle of the night,
“Vicki, pray over me. The devil is trying to get me!”
I knelt beside him at once, praying the Full Armor of God over him. I reminded Curt that he was in Christ and belonged to God. And, that the devil was a liar and a murder from the beginning, and there is no truth in him. We continued to wield the Sword of the Spirit (praying scripture over Curt) throughout the night. We thanked Jesus for His presence and protection, sheltered by the Shield of Faith.
(Ephesians 6:10-18, 1 Corinthians 3:23, 1 John 2:23-25, John 8:44, Jude 9, James 4:7, Matthew 18:20, Hebrews 4:12)
“Did you hear me screaming?”
“It was so real!”
Curt’s Dream:
“Are you watching this on TV?! Are you watching this?!” Mom shouts through my phone.
I am living it ... I am scared to death ...
I am in the abandoned lot across the street from my childhood home.
I am terrified ... Cars and debris of all sizes fly through the air by tremendous force ...
Everything airborne is yellow or white.
What’s happening?
I am horrified by the chaos, and by the knowledge that nothing can control it ...
Not a single thing whizzing around me, touches me ...
It’s going to kill me … I’m going to die …
I do not see him, but, I am fully aware of his evil presence - and, of his intention ...
I'm scared!
I scream, “satan is trying to take me …”
Vicki prays, but she quickly loses interest and drifts back to sleep.
I am alone - again!
Panicked, I cry out to God! But, the words that pass my lips defy my heart, and come out ...
“Satan give me strength ... Satan help me …”
I cry out to Vicki for prayer ...
I prayed fervently over Curt.
Fear gripped him throughout the remainder of the night ...
Curt added later, how strange he thought it was, that in the midst of the chaotic atmosphere and colors he saw in his dream, there was no blood.
When he recounts his dream, he relives the fear and how real his vivid dream had been - including my nonchalant prayer, of which I have no memory.
David, a close friend, stopped by a couple days before Curt’s dream. He shared a story about Mr. Rogers (of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood).
David's story came to mind the morning after Curt's dream.
I looked it up:
Mr. Rogers spoke with a fan of his, a teenage boy severely afflicted with cerebral palsy and terrible anger.
Mr. Rogers asked him, 'I would like you to do something for me. Would you do something for me?' On his computer, the boy answered yes, of course, he would do anything for Mister Rogers, so then Mister Rogers said: I would like you to pray for me. Will you pray for me?”'
When asked about this at a later time, Mr. Rogers said, “I didn't ask him for his prayers for him; I asked for me. I asked him because I think that anyone who has gone through challenges like that must be very close to God. I asked him because I wanted his intercession.”
― Tim Madigan
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