They Say I Am Crazy
By Phil Scovell
She said she was crazy. I asked how she knew this and she
reported that this was what her daughters and her doctor thought.
I asked what they wanted to do for her, assuming, of course, they
would put her on medication. "They want to admit me to the
hospital and give me shock treatments<" she replied. This,
forgive the pun, shocked me. Such treatment isn't all that
common any more because medication is generally the prescription
for mental illnesses.
I asked her more about her symptoms. She was, of course,
hearing voices and was fearful all the time. Anxiety and panic
was her life now.
I asked her if she wanted to pray and she agreed she most
certainly wanted to pray. I explain the type of intercessory
prayer I do and she still wanted to pray. We did. As we prayed,
this older woman began to visit places in her mind related to her
marriage and her children. She had experienced shock treatments
once before in her thirties and it had seemed to help her
depression but now it had all come back and was much worse.
I was continually running into blockages as we prayed which
was an indication of demonic influence in her life. I didn't
need to be a theological seminary graduate to figure that one out
either. I explained to her how this aspect of prayer would
progress and asked for her permission to continue along these
lines. She agreed and showed no fear.
The demons immediately began to manifest. Sometimes I ask a
demon its name because the name alone gives me spiritual insight
to his nature and purpose for being in that person's life. this
first demon announced his name was Lucifer. This was a scare
tactic, of course, to make me think I was talking to the Evil One
himself. I knew better and worked with what manifested.
We seemed to be making little advancement after while.
Something gave me the idea and I said, "Are you sitting down,
Margret?" She said she was walking around because she just could
not stop moving. I then had another thought come to my mind.
"Are you carrying anything in your hands, Margret?" She told me
that she was carrying a large metal crucifix. I understand why
she was carrying it but the Holy Spirit was giving me direction
and I was going to follow his lead. I said, "Margret, would you
mind laying the crucifix down for a moment as we pray?" She
agreed and I heard the clunk of the heavy object as she laid it
down on a table. I then addressed the presenting demonic spirit
again and everything changed. We began making progress.
At one point, Margret said, "I hear two voices in my head."
I asked her to tell me what they were saying. "Well, one is
saying I am crazy and need professional medical help and I need
to be in the hospital." I asked Margret if she knew who that was
speaking. She said, "It is a demon." I asked her what the other
voice was saying. Margret said, "It is saying that I am not
crazy and He can heal me." I asked if she knew who that was and
she said, "Well, that would have to be the Lord."
I said, "Margret, do you understand what the Lord has just
done for you?"
She said she didn't.
I explained that the Lord just proved to her that she was
"How is that?" she wanted to know.
I explain that if she were crazy, she could not have
recognized the difference between the two voices.
This story has somewhat a sad ending. Shock treatments are
generally given to erase the memories causing a person the pain.
Does it work? Often it does by literally erasing parts of the
person's memory. Jesus, on the other hand, doesn't do that. By
that I mean, He doesn't erase our memories. Instead, He heals
them. That way, no matter how many times you return to that
memory, it will never hurt you or bring you pain. Why? Because
Jesus healed the pain in that memory. thus, all of your mind
Margret ended up in the hospital because her family, and her
doctor, insisted. Yes, she is better because the shock
treatments have blotted out the painful memories. Is the
emotional pain and woundedness gone just because she can't
remember any longer? Of course not. Will it return? If she
lives long enough.
Some day, I personally believe, all the painful memories
will be gone as we live and walk with the Lord in His Heavenly
Kingdom. What a day that will be and it will be a day, too.
That is, a day without end. For now, Jesus is the Healer and He
can, and will, heal us from anything that is a lie.
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