Just came back from the wedding. Correction: it was my AUNT's wedding. Ahahaha. Just that we always thought we were cousin's because she's closer to MY generation than my mum's (:
Anyway it was a cool wedding. But little did I expect such intense spiritual warfare. But we won the battle (:
Let me go into detail. Have I even talked about my granddad? I think maybe in my previous blog. Basically he sufferED from schizophrenia and my relatives were quite scared of him. He used to shout and stomp around the house violently but my family never really had much discernment to understand the spiritual side to it until my dad went to this place called House of Joy in Malaysia. Basically it's the home of 2 pastors who specialize in conducting workshops and healing programmes of inner healing, deliverance as well as mental healing. My dad went there because my parents were arguing a lot and had a lot of problems and my dad heard about the place so he went. And came back different (:
And my parents argued less. And everything changed. And my dad saw that mental problems we see today are actually something like demon-possession. It sounds scary, it seems scary, but it isn't that bad. The devil just pretends that he's powerful. He isn't, not one bit. Because God is an awesome God and the devil trembles and flees at the very THOUGH of God. (:
And so we started to pray for my granddad. And we noticed that as much as he was violent and noisy, he didn't dare to make A SOUND while we prayed. It was so amazing. Oh at that time I was P4 and had little clue of what was going on, but still found it amazing :D
But sometimes the prayer would last a short while because my parents can't stay there forever and pray and God's presence didn't stay very long. I think my granddad probably locked his heart up.
Things changed and turned really bad when my granddad attacked my grandmother. The attack was worse than the previous ones so we figured it would be a safety hazard to my grandmother. But since he was admitted to IMH, we would only need to find a place for him when he was discharged. So my family came together and discussed, and my dad presented an option- bring him to House of Joy. And that was our decision. My dad chartered a coach and brought us ALL to house of joy. And it was there that my grandfather received healing. The manifestation of the foul spirits was very scary though; he was behaving like this maniac. But the pastor (through experience) wasn't fazed. He prayed silently or loudly and sometimes even teased my grandfather. But after just FIVE days of workshop, my granddad was healed. It was COOL (:
Even though at that time I practically didn't know anything, my parents talked about the spiritual realm very much so that's where I learnt everything (: And I grew to understand what went on and how to exercise spiritual authority over the devil as Christians.
Sorry this is random. I shall go back to the wedding. Basically the relatives that knew my granddad as a madman saw him today, and they found it totally amazing that not only he was of sound mind, he was very helpful and arranged stuff and transport and all that (:
But during dinner the devil tried to mess up the testimony and he started talking about Confucius and I sensed that the devil was trying to do something. And I prayed in tongues behind my teacup (it's really weird if your mouth starts moving with people around the table!
But my granddad started talking about all religions being the same. That was really WRONG. So I started to rebuke the devil. As in like "devil I bind you in the mighty name of Jesus. you are powerless and you cannot control the situation" that sort of thing. And I paused when my granddad stopped talking all of a sudden. And I looked at him. There was this confused look on his face. His eyes were blank. It was quite scary to see it... And after a while he started talking sense. The power of God is so great. It's so awesome!
But this went on a few times. And praying behind my teacup was restricted because it you hold a teacup in front of you, you have to drink tea right? And my tea was running out. So I went to the toilet. Goodness, even the trip to the toilet was scary. Met weird people along the way. BUT HEY I WAS DRESSED DECENTLY OKAY?! xP But God's presence was so strong, even in the toilet! (: Wonderful. And I prayed and rebuked and bound the spirits. It was quite a peaceful moment, in the cubicle :D
And when I went back my granddad was talking about his church (: So cool! And he didn't talk rubbish for the rest of the day. Praise God!
My family is still quite worried about my granddad. God HAS healed him but I don't think he goes to church to meet God, rather, to meet friends. My mum says it's a starting point but on the other hand I feel that this motive might cause other outcomes. But yea we're still praying (:
And my granddad was a good testimony. In fact, the COOLEST thing is that one of our relatives, a tablemate, was asking my dad about spiritual warfare. And then suddenly my granddad was talking rubbish. And my dad could even use my granddad's past/present examples to explain. And that relative is kind of like a backsliden christian. I don't know; but I think that the methodist churches are a bit distant from God so in a sense sometimes they don't relate to God. And that's why some people backslide...
I hope my thoughts were coherent.
I have more to say!
I wish I went to service + FUEL today. Wonder what happened. Deb told me via SMS there's prayer chain again! WHOOSH! (: SO EXCITED YAY.
But she was sleeping by the time I read the message so I asked EC online, who unfortunately daoed me xP Haha. He was probably busy/tired/or something so nevermind bah. (:
And AHHH I miss sis kassey! I realised that sis kassey daoed me today too.
HMM... That's weird. I don't remember her daoing me before. Haha nevermind.
Laura's tired. She wants to sleep.
She's going for PL service tomorrow! Fortunately, 11.30am! (:
I can wake late late late :D
Whoosh bye!
I'm still HIGH though sleepy.
TAWG!
Sleep!
BYE!
hold me now at 12:44 AM
