What I learned in a haunted house
I once drove two and a half hours to Atlanta to pray for a family in what they called a haunted house. They believed witchcraft had been practiced on the property. There were rooms nobody would enter. The whole family, even a three-year-old, had watched things walking up and down the stairs.
The widow who lived there told me that every night since her husband died, she felt his spirit give her a hug goodnight. Then one night it screeched in her ear, and she knew it wasn't her husband. While I prayed for her, she heard voices laughing at me. I said, "Okay, that's fine. We'll get rid of them." We prayed again, and the voices were gone. Then her stomach and her knee were healed.
Her friend, who had invited me, slept in a chair every night because of her back. After prayer she was completely healed. The next night she woke at 3 AM with the pain back. We prayed over the phone and it left. The next night, 3 AM again. We prayed, and this time I gave her one instruction: don't go to bed until God gives you permission. She spent that time in prayer, worship and the Bible, and her back has never been in that pain again.
Here's what that house taught me. I can help get it out of someone's life. But when I walk away, they have to know who they are in Christ and stop letting the enemy trespass. Jesus warned about a house that's swept clean but left empty. Freedom has to be filled with the Holy Spirit, the Word and real discipleship, or it doesn't last.
After more than a decade of missions in Asia, I've seen Jesus set people free in hospitals, villages and living rooms. This course brings together pastors and ministers who do this, so you can walk in that freedom too, and help others get there.
Justin GilpinFounder, Fuel Revival School | Missionary, Davao City, Philippines