The Angelic Sword

                               By Phil Scovell

          George was on  the other end of  the phone and having  an anxiety
     attack.  I asked him what he was feeling.

          "I feel terrified and I can't figure out why.  I'm so scared, I'm
     shaking almost uncontrollably."

          He wasn't exaggerating.  I  could literally hear it in his  voice
     and I  could hear the phone in  his hand shaking.  I  knew exactly the
     symptoms  he described because I had experienced them myself.  "Do you
     want to pray to find out what is behind the fear?" I asked.

          "Yes,  please," he  said almost  desperately.   "I  need to  know
     what's wrong."

          We prayed.

          A silence  lasting about  20 seconds  fell between  us.   Then he
     said, his voice steadier than before, "It's about death."

          "What about it?" I questioned.

          "My death.   I'm afraid of dying  but I'm a Christian,"  he said;
     confusion in his voice.

          I prayed again and asked  the Lord to lead us to  where this fear
     was rooted.

          "It's in the horror movie," he said confidence now in his voice.

          "Which  horror movie?"  I asked;  knowing he  had seen  many such

          "The one we have been to before," and he described the scene that
     had frightened him  the most.   An ugly tall  man was walking  up some
     long stairs; his  heavy booted feet clunking  loudly as he came.   The
     door crashes  open and he is pushing  a casket in front  of him coming
     closer and  closer to  a woman  laying in bed  who is  not dead.   Her
     terrifying fear was evident.   The ugly man  had come for her  and she
     wasn't dead yet.  The casket was for her and she wasn't dead.

          "I'm shaking so badly," he reported, "right now that I can hardly
     hold on to the phone."

          I prayed and asked the Lord to show him the truth about the death
     scene he was remembering in vivid detail.

          "This is  the main  place my fear  of death  is coming  from," he
     reported.  "I don't know how I know this but this is the place."

          "Lord," I  prayed out loud, "what is behind  the fear of death he
     is feeling?"

          George said,  "Two  demons that  look like  penguins appeared  on
     either side of the big ugly man's shoulders.  They are trying to  tell
     me I'm going to die like this."

          "Is that true, Lord Jesus?" I asked.

          "No," he said he heard a strong voice say.

          "Do these demons have a right to be hear?" I asked.

          "Jesus said, no, they have no right to be here," he replied after
     a few seconds.

          "What shall we do with them, Lord Jesus?" I asked.

          George began laughing.

          I asked him what was so funny.

          "A huge angel  just appeared in the room.   He is all  white, has
     wings, and is twice the size  of any man.  He has a  disgusted look on
     his face like he isn't too happy about the circumstances he sees."

          More prayer.

          "The Lord said  to get rid  of them," he  reported, "and the  big
     angel just pulled out a long shiny glittering sword."

          I began to pray, asking  the Lord to give the angel the go ahead,
     but stopped in  mid sentence.  I clearly felt the Holy Spirit speaking
     in my thoughts.   "No, you tell him  what you want him to  do with the
     demons."   I chose  different wording,  on the  fly, as  it were,  and
     continued.  "In the name of the True Lord Jesus Christ, I  command the
     holy angel of the Lord to cut the enemies in half."

          George laughed.  "I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen
     it myself," he said.

          "What did you see?" I asked.

          "The  angel swung  his huge  sword  and the  two penguin  looking
     demons were chopped in half," he reported.

          "What are the demons doing now?" I questioned.

          "They are running, in four parts, out of the room.  "Hey," George
     said, "I'm not shaking in more."

          Is there anything left in the room?"

          "No, everything is gone but the angel." he reported.

          "Is there any more  fear left?  How do you feel  in the memory of
     this scary movie?" I asked.

          "Everything is peaceful.  It feels like the room, me included, is
     filled up with peace.  I have no fear any more about this thing."

          During this short prayer  time, George reported he  was confused.
     I asked  him why  he felt confused  and he reported  that what  he was
     seeing was a movie.  "How could these things," he wanted to  know, "be
     happening in a movie?"

          I said, "Because you are looking at your memory of the  movie and
     not the movie itself."

          About this  point, somebody may be  asking how it is  that demons
     ended up in this guy's memory of a horror film.  It isn't difficult to
     explain  and even easier to understand.   The movie created fear; lots
     of it.   We  are commanded by  Scripture, "Neither  give place  to the
     devil," (Ephesians 4:27).  The fear generated by the horror flick also
     created fertile ground in which the Enemy could function and he did.

          Still not convinced?

          Let's  say a  young woman  was standing at  the kitchen  sink and
     pealing potatoes  for the  evening meal.   She  was all  alone in  the
     house.  As  she hums contently to  herself, a man steps  up behind her
     and puts his arms around her.  She smiles because she thinks it is her
     husband.  As the man pulls the knife from her hand and holds it to her
     throat, fear explodes  into her mind because she realizes it is way to
     early in the afternoon for her husband to be home.

          Without even  finishing this  story, let  me  ask this  question.
     Isn't  this a golden  opportunity for the  enemy to  take advantage of
     this woman's fear?  "Yes, but," you  say, "this really happened.  Your
     friend, George, watching the horror movie, was only watching something
     that was a fantasy; it never really happened."

          Ok, let me  ask you another  question then.   How many  different
     types of fear can  you identify?  Maybe I should  ask first, are there
     different types of fear?  That answer is simple.  Yes,  there are many
     different types  of fear.  If we can agree on that, then let me ask my
     next question.   Can you  name any  type of  fear that,  if given  the
     opportunity, the Enemy  wouldn't try and take advantage?   You see, it
     makes  no difference  to the Enemy.   If  there is an  opportunity, he
     wants to exploit it.

          Let's take this  just one step further.  What if the current fear
     triggers an obscure,  or even forgotten event, where  similar fear was
     experienced?  That  doesn't happen?  Sorry,  I pray with people  daily
     who have had such experiences and it does happen.  What to do about it
     is the real question.

          In this testimony, the Lord used an angel to bring victory to the
     man's fear.   If  we have the  authority of the  Lord Jesus  Christ to
     command demons, do we have authority over the angels, too?  

     Bless  the LORD, ye  his angels, that  excel in strength,  that do his
     commandments, hearkening  unto the voice  of his  word.  Bless  ye the
     LORD, all ye his hosts; ye ministers of 
           his, that do his pleasure.  (Psalm 103:20-21).

     Speaking of angels, the writer of Hebrews says:
     Are they not all  ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them
     who shall be heirs of salvation?  (Hebrews 1:14).

          I  could,  of course,  expand  into  dozens  of other  verses  on
     authority, the  heritage we have  in Christ, the  identity we have  in
     Christ, and the authority we have to use His Word  but this would be a
     book and not a testimony.  The truth is, we do have such authority and
     in this case, the angel  appeared to carry out the commands  of one of
     the Lord's servants so George could be set free.

          Now, how  about you?  Are you  free from all fear?   If not, call

     Safe Place Fellowship
     Phil Scovell
     Denver Colorado USA
     Mountain Time Zone

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