Believing The Lies Of Satan

                                   By Phil Scovell

               A teenage friend  of mine and I were walking down the street
          together after  school.   We were  just passing  in front  of the
          church where we were both members.  a car pulled up.  A man wound
          down his  window and  said, "Say,  boys.   I am  looking for  the
          location  of an  automobile dealership  in this  area."   He then
          called the dealership  by name and said, "Do you know how to tell
          me how  to  get there  from  here?"   I  had heard  of  that  car
          dealership but I had  no idea where it  was.  My friend, who  had
          lived in the neighborhood all his life, said, "Sure, I know where
          it is," and he proceeded to tell the man where to turn, right and
          left, and what  streets to look for.   The man thanked  my friend
          and pulled away.

               I said,  "I didn't know  you knew where that  dealership was
          because I sure didn't."

               He said, laughing, "I didn't."

               "You didn't know where it was?" I asked; surprised.

               "Nope," he answered."

               "So  why,"  I  asked,  "did  you   give  him  such  detailed
          instructions when you didn't know where it was?"

               "Just to send him on a wild goose chase," he grinned.

               Now, I  know you  would never  have a friend  like this  nor
          would you ever do  something like this.  I certainly never would,
          especially  being the fine outstanding and upright Christian that
          I  am.  All  of that aside, I  told this, somewhat, embarrassing,
          childhood story for a  perfectly good reason.  It has  to do with
          how we live even as Christians.

               In my true story, the driver  of the car honestly thought he
          was being given correct instructions. So he believed in them.  He
          likely followed them  to the letter, too.   Why wouldn't he?   He
          believe  them to  be  true.   Regardless  how  much he  believed,
          however, he ended  up in the wrong place down the road because he
          believed a lie.  What do you suppose might have been his reaction
          upon  making  his  discovery?     Frustration?    disappointment?
          discouragement?   Despondency?    Anger?   Hatred?   Perhaps even

               Let's compare  this story  to a typical  scenario by  way of

               A  child grows up in a  home where love is never experienced
          from his parents in any  tangible or emotional way.  Furthermore,
          he never sees love expressed between his parents.  Let's suggest,
          furthermore,  he  is  basically ignored  by  his  parents overall
          unless, of course, he gets  into trouble; then he definitely gets

               You can now expand this story illustration into any scenario
          you wish  because the possibilities  are endless.  Would  you say
          this child just might grow up thinking  his, or she, wasn't loved
          and this  was probably due  to the fact they  weren't smart, good
          looking,  creative,  intelligent,  popular,   valuable,  or  even
          wanted?   What  if the person  happens to be  handicapped in some
          way,  educably slow, physically abnormal in some way, was clumsy,
          had  a speech impediment, wore  thick glasses, or perhaps hearing
          aids?  What might you think the possibilities would be this child
          would grow  up with, to say the  least, some form of inferiority?
          Well,  you don't have to be a rocket scientist, a psychologist, a
          psychiatrist,  a pastor  of a  large church,  the president  of a
          prodigious  Bible Seminary  or  even  a  dedicated  herbalist  to
          calculate the  chances are super  high he will face  something of
          the nature of inferiority in his  life.  Why would he, or  should
          he, suffer such  emotional pain?  I mean,  those reasons were all
          false.     Right?    So  why  would  there  be  an  emotional  or
          psychological response  to something false  and untrue?   Are his
          parents to blame?  Is it his fault?  Couldn't he have done better
          or changed and improved  in some way?  Maybe it  was God's fault.
          After  all, God  is in  charge of  who is  born to whom.   Right?
          Couldn't  a loving  caring  god have  given  him better  parents?
          Couldn't God have made  him in such a way that  his parents would
          be proud of  him instead of burdened  by him?  If  so, why didn't
          God do any  of these  things?   Regardless of  your answer,  what
          about the boy who  grows up with feelings of inferiority?   Is he
          doomed to thinking about himself the way he does or can he read a
          couple  of  hundred  self  help  books,  a  few  dozen  books  on
          psychology,  and  watch  a hundred  positive  thinking  videos to
          overcome his inferiority?   What about drugs?   Can't they help?:
          Can he not visit a psychologist or psychiatrist a few dozen times
          to be taught skills which will enable  him, at the very least, to
          cope,  or  even  quite  possibly,  to  overcome  his  inferiority
          complex?  I mean, millions are made on such self esteem  books so
          if self  esteem is all that  is needed, then what's  the problem?
          All he needs is to believe.   Right?  It is sort of  like all the
          miracle hair growth products.  Any one of them guarantees to work
          or your  money back.  So if  even one of them is  true, why do we
          still  have  bald  men  running  around  loose  and  scaring  the
          begeebers out of unsuspecting innocent bystanders?

               Concerning  Christianity and Biblical evidence, if the Bible
          says, "Fear  thou not, for I am  with thee," (Isaiah 41:10), then
          why would  we be afraid of  anything.  If we are  afraid, is that
          due  to unbelief  of  God's Word  on  our behalf?    "And be  not
          dismayed, for I am thy God," (Isaiah 41:10).  The word "dismayed"
          is  the  word  for  discouragement  or  literally  to  gaze about
          anxiously.  Actually, if you simply study the word "dismayed," it
          is clear the  Bible is talking about  depression.  So, if  we are
          commanded  not to  be  depressed  and we  are  depressed, are  we
          committing the sin of unbelief?  Maybe I should quote the rest of
          the verse, too.  "I will strengthen thee; yeh, I will  help thee;
          yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."
          Of course, you likely know this is only a single verse of promise
          in the Bible.  The Book is full of such promises.

               The bottom line is this.   If the promises of God are  true,
          and they are, and if God promises to give us strength and help to
          the extent of  even holding us up  by the power and  authority of
          His  right hand  of  His own  righteousness, what  is, therefore,
          wrong   with  us  that   we  cannot  seemingly   rise  above  our
          inferiorities,  depressions,   anxieties,  Posttraumatic   Stress
          Disorders, Obsessive Compulsive Disorders, bulimia and  anorexia,
          or anything  else you want to add to this list?  Yes, there is an
          answer and one which is Biblically absolute.

               In my earlier example, my friend played a childhood prank on
          a man who  believed he was  hearing the truth.   The man did  not
          realize he  was being literally  lied to at  the time.   Thus, he
          was, in fact, innocent.  He did, of course, find out later he had
          believed a  lie.  If you are depressed and experiencing fear, you
          are believing a lie.  If you suffer from doubts and insecurities,
          you are believing a lie.  If you feel inferior and you don't feel
          anybody likes or  loves you because of  who and what you  are, or
          are  not, you are believing a lie.   If you are angry because you
          have been  rejected time and  time again, and  your pain is  just
          simply more than you can bear, you are believing a lie.

               Now, about  this  time, some  Christian  gets good  and  mad
          because they  have been  a Christian since  they were  little and
          going  to Sunday  school.   They  have,  therefore, almost  their
          entire life, believed the Bible and specifically, the promises of
          God's Word.   The anger cranks up  another notch or two  when you
          say,  then why  are you  afraid, fearful,  doubtful, and  a dozen
          other things which the Bible says you should not be.   The reason
          for the anger is because they think,  when you talk this way, you
          are blaming them  for not believing God's Word.  That's the way I
          lived my Christian  life for 45 years  as a born  again Christian
          until I discovered I had been  lied to by the Enemy.   Once those
          lies  were exposed  and removed,  the real  truth, God's  eternal
          Word, began  to work  in places  of my  life where  it never  had
          worked before.  Let me show you what I mean.

               When anxiety and panic attacks began controlling my life, it
          was after I had been born again more than 35 years.  When I began
          hearing voices,  things grew worse.   Eventually  the voices  got
          around to  suggesting that I commit suicide.   I drew the line at
          taking my own life simply  because I was too big of a  chicken to
          figure  something  out that  I  could  do  that wouldn't  hurt.  
          Learning  they  could  not  tempt me  with  killing  myself, they
          suggested I kill my wife instead.   That one got my attention and
          the anxiety and panic attacks  and nightmares blew off the scale.

          By  the way,  try  telling  either one  of  those things  I  just
          mentioned  to your pastor,  a Christian  counselor, psychologist,
          psychiatrist, or any mental health provider and see  what happens

               If you  are wondering how  all this began, we  discovered we
          had a witch in the church I was  pastoring.  I knew nothing about
          demons, witches, warlocks, Satanists, or the occult other than it
          was  evil  and that  a  smart  Christian  should stay  away  from
          anything of this nature.  So I did, I thought.  I did not know at
          this time, unfortunately, that such people can come after you; by
          using their craft to destroy you and your church and your family.

               By this time, of course, I had already been to Bible college
          and been preaching for more than 25 years.   I had read the Bible
          more than 100 times.  I had committed hundreds of Bible verses to
          memory.   I had led  many people to Christ.   I had  seen several
          hundred people walk  down the aisles after my  sermons to receive
          prayer and to make things right  in their lives with God.  I  had
          preached  in several  states and  in many  churches and  in Bible
          conferences.    I had even been a youth pastor  in one church and
          the pastor in another church when I began hearing voices.  Yes, I
          knew those voices were  demons.  It took me awhile  to learn this
          but after I recognized it for what it was worth, I fought against
          it with God's  Word and the name  of Jesus Christ.   They did not
          leave.  Yet, I still believe God and His Word but God's  Word was
          not working.

               Some suggest at this point that you are not confessing God's
          Word enough.  Some suggest  you just aren't believing it because,
          they say, if you really  really really believed it, this wouldn't
          be happening.  Some suggest you aren't even born again and that's
          why it  isn't working for  you.  Some  suggest you aren't  in the
          right  church  with  the  right  pastor  or   reading  the  right
          translation  of the  Bible.    Some  suggest your  depression  is
          inherited.  Your  father had it and his father before him and now
          it's  your  turn.    Some  offer  the  idea  you  are  chemically
          imbalanced and  your serotonin  levels are all  out of  whack and
          certain  drugs will  save the day  for you.   My problems  went a
          whole lot further than that.

               If, for  example, you are  being demonically attacked,  as a
          born again Christian with all  the authority of Christ behind you
          and confirmed again and again through the Word of God, you should
          be able to tell  demons to leave you alone.  Right?   I stayed up
          all  night doing this more than once  and sometimes they would go
          away and then  the next day  they would return.   What about  the
          truth of God's Word?  I mean, if it says, we can cast out devils,
          why don't they leave and  why don't they stay away?  I  am one of
          the Lord's disciples, so what was wrong?  Why would they return?

               In my case,  I discovered through agreement  in intercessory
          prayer with a friend, that I had  misinformation in my mind which
          was implanted at times I was  unable to process the truth.   Like
          the man in his  car looking for the truth, he had no other choice
          but to believe the directions he heard.  To whom you listen makes
          all  the difference in the world of what you believe.  If you are
          unawares  of who is  doing the talking,  you can  be deceived and
          deceived quite easily and quite innocently.

               My situation began as a child when I was 11 years young.  My
          father  had  just died  and  six  months  later, I  began  having
          problems with  my retinas.  Multiple surgeries were performed and
          my vision deteriorated after each  one.  I was finally pronounced
          totally blind and sent home on the  exact same day my father died
          a year earlier.

               While in  the hospital,  everything was strange  to me  as a
          child.   My mother was with me most of  the time but we were over
          100  miles from our  home.  We  had friends in  the hospital town
          with whom my mom was able to stay at night but many times, I felt
          and sensed loneliness  all around me.   I never once  remember of
          thinking  of my  dad during  this  time but  I know  I  must have
          thought of him because this was the very hospital to which he was
          taken when his  eyes were operated on a few years earlier and for
          the same reason.

               In one prayer session with  my prayer partner, we began with
          anger.  A super intense anger had been generated within me, which
          I had seen in action before over the years, but I never  knew why
          it  hurt so much.  It always took a  lot to get me mad but when I
          finally reached that point, my anger was hot and sharp.

               One day, someone accused me of something that was untrue.  I
          had always  noticed that  any such accusations  which were  false
          that were related to my character, easily brought my anger to the
          boiling point  instantly.  Until  this particular prayer  time, I
          never knew why.   As we began to pray,  I saw myself back in  the
          hospital.   The  anger had  taken me  there and  there  were some
          elements  of anger  that were  rooted  there as  the Holy  Spirit
          revealed truth  to me.  For one, I was angry with God that He let
          me go blind.   He could have  changed it.  He could  have kept me
          from losing my sight.  It was  His fault, then.  As we prayed,  I
          could feel  the anger  in a little  boy's heart who  was confused
          about why such a terrible thing was happening to him.

               As we continued to pray  together, the Holy Spirit  revealed
          another point of anger; the death of my father.  Why  did God let
          my dad die?  I needed  my dad now and God took him  away from me.
          I saw God in my  dad and I wanted to be just like my dad and love
          God and love His  Word but now my dad was dead  and God took him.
          That's what all the grownups said;  God took him home.  Why  God?
          Why did you take  my dad from me?  How can I  see you now without
          my dad?

               We pressed on with more intercessory prayer and I saw my mom
          suffering and  afraid and lonely  herself.  I couldn't  help her.
          Why did  God take  dad away?   Why did  God hurt  my mom?   Anger
          burned and seared deep.

               Then, suddenly, a  truth came to me that I  had never wanted
          to face in my life.   I had never felt God's love for me.  I knew
          He loved me  theologically and intellectually and spiritually.  I
          had experienced  some magnificent  spiritual things  that only  a
          loving  caring God  would have  allowed me  to experience  in the
          spiritual  realm.   Yet,  I could  not  feel His  love.   Now, in
          prayer, I was standing at my own  bedside forty years earlier and
          the Holy Spirit touched that painful woundedness of my life and I
          wept.  Fear tried to tell me that this was  the focal point but I
          would never get to know the truth.  It was another feeble attempt
          by the Enemy to misdirect me once again but it failed.

               The  Holy Spirit revealed  God's truth to  me.   He had been
          there  with me all the  time.  It wasn't His  fault and He wasn't
          mad at me even though I had been mad at Him.  He spoke to me in a
          split  second  of time,  faster  than  the  speed of  light,  and
          revealed the  truth about what was wrong.   I was looking for His
          love  on  the outside;  He said,  "You should  be looking  on the
          inside for my love for you because that is where I am.  I am love
          and I  dwell within you."  The chains  were broken that had bound
          my emotions for  nearly forty years.   Then God  showed me why  I
          thought the  way I did and why I believed the lies instead of the
          truth in His eternal Word.

               As I stood  and watched in  my memory of  that hospital  bed
          where I  helplessly lay,  a demon  appeared; amorphous,  dark, and
          evil.  He was bent over at the waist as if he  were talking to me
          on the bed and though I heard  nothing, I felt his lying words of
          deceit as he took advantage of a little boy who had  already been
          traumatized by events over which he had no control.

               As my  prayer  partner and  I  continued to  pray  together,
          letting  the Holy Spirit lead me to  each individual lie that had
          been implanted in my thinking, suddenly everything was gone.  The
          room felt  empty and I was so very much alone.  Then I knew where
          my loneliness had come from all my life.  Yes, I had a family and
          I had  many friends, yet,  I was totally  alone.  The  loneliness
          pressed in upon me and I was helpless to feel anything other than
          the loneliness.

               We prayed about the loneliness and suddenly, I was no longer
          in the hospital  but standing at the final  graveside service for
          my dad.  The Holy Spirit, through the loneliness, let me feel the
          anger.  This was the origin of my anger toward God.  I prayed and
          gave it  to the Lord  and it vanished.   That memory  had no more
          woundedness because I had been healed completely through the Lord
          speaking His truth to me.

               Returning to the hospital memory in  order to see if we  had
          missed anything, I felt a  small amount of anger still lingering.
          My prayer partner  and I  asked the  Lord about it  and the  Holy
          Spirit explained  that we were friends and sometimes friends have
          misunderstandings  which  occur  for  various  reasons  in  their
          relationship with  each other.   He explained  to the  little boy
          back in the hospital room that He understood why I had been angry
          and  that I had  been lied  to and  deceived into  believing lies
          about Him.   He told the little  boy, He wasn't angry  at him for
          being angry and it was all  over now because we were friends.   I
          left that place with the  Lord and He told me that  we were never
          coming back again.

               I was often  told through my life  that I was a  shy person.
          What  I  felt was  less  than wholeness  in  my life  and  I felt
          inferior.   I secretly wondered if  God truly loved  me because I
          never  felt His love for me.  I  felt shame for the things I felt
          in my heart about the Lord but I couldn't explain what I felt nor
          would I have understood it even if I could explain it.  So Jesus,
          explained it to  me through agreement of prayer  and the renewing
          of the  mind, who searches  the hearts, because He,  Jesus, knows
          the  mind of  the Holy  Spirit,  since He,  the  True Lord  Jesus
          Christ, makes intercession  for us according to the  will of God.
          Thus says Romans 8:26-27  which reads, "Likewise the  Spirit also
          helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we  should pray for
          as we  ought: but  the Spirit itself  maketh intercession  for us
          with groanings  which cannot be  uttered.  And he  that searcheth
          the hearts knoweth  what is  the mind of  the Spirit, because  he
          maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God."

               How did the Lord  Jesus reveal the lies to me so I could see
          what  He   saw?    the   answer  is  simple;   agreement  through
          intercessory prayer.   Jesus said, "Again I say unto you, That if
          two of you shall agree on  earth as touching any thing that  they
          shall ask, it  shall be done  for them of  my Father which is  in
          heaven," Matthew  18:19).  Either  God's Word is true  or we have
          been misled, given wrong directions, and now, the True Lord Jesus
          Christ, wants us to find Him in His Word.

               Have you found the true God  who never lies but always tells
          you the truth?   Have you been  given the wrong directions?   Are
          you lost even as  a Christian?  Has the Enemy sent  you on a wild
          goose  chase?   Do every  day experiences  bring up  terrible and
          horrible woundedness that you just  cannot explain?  Do you still
          suffer  from things  the doctors  still  are unable  to help  you
          resolve?  Are the drugs just helping you cope?  Do you want to be
          free?  If  so, call me.  I'll  introduce you to the  same God who
          healed my  woundedness, silenced the voices, and  flew kites with

          Safe Place Fellowship
          Phil Scovell
          Denver, Colorado - Mountain Time Zone
          Web:  WWW.SafePlaceFellowship.COM
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