Wrestling with Demons

I was recently praying with a girl who had a demon who had attached itself (himself\herself\itself? what do you use when speaking of unseen evil fallen angels) to her. She was fearful that she was possessed by a demon because whenever she prayed for deep inner cleansing from the Lord...something that felt like it was deep within her resisted her prayer. She felt something physically and felt as if she needed to vomit. No one had pre-conditioned her to expect this...it's just that she felt it. When this happened she would become fearful and stop praying. She came to me asking, "Am I demon possessed?"

Knowing her genuine commitment to Jesus Christ and that she was born again, I assured her, No, you certainly are not possessed". I explained that when someone is born again it means that the Spirit of God has taken up residence in the spirit and soul of person and that a demon cannot "possess" that territory any longer.

However that doesn't mean that demons can't attach themselves to our thinking, to our emotions. Paul when writing to the Ephesians told us to be very careful not to give the Devil a "foothold" (4:27). "Foothold" is a Greek word meaning "a space that is marked off from the surrounding space". In this context, we are being told to deal with our anger quickly and healthily or we will give the Devil a "marked off space in our lives", a "foothold", or a "stronghold".

When that happens we are certainly not possessed but we have allowed a place where a demon can get its talons into us. We must aggressively take that space back through confession and deliverance.

Another picture is "wrestling". Ephesians 6:12 describes demons as "wrestling" with us. When a demon takes hold of us in certain areas, it does not want to let go. It has grasped us in an aggressive wrestling hold. When we begin to exercise the authority of the name of Jesus against it, it wants to hold on and this can be a struggle. When manifestations take place (writhing on the floor, eyes rolled back, different voices coming out of a person, coughing, vomiting, supernatural strength, death appearance, hissing, drooling and many more which I have encountered) I believe these are efforts of demons to "hang on" resisting the power that is breaking their hold on an area of a persons life.

As the person confesses their sin, confesses the name of Jesus, confesses the defeat of the Devil and his demons through the blood of Jesus and Word of God, the demon must give up that foothold, it must release its wrestling hold on the person.

This young lady met us for prayer, actively engaged the area of demonic stronghold, and agreed with us as we prayed for breaking the hold of the enemy. There were some violent manifestations that could only be attributed to a demon reluctant to release his territory. But after a short while of prayer, the demon left and she felt a tremendous release. She was glowing even several days later. She testified to the difference that she felt in her life. Praise to the one who "ALWAYS give us the victory".

Duckies and Horsies and Jesus

I know blogs are intended to be original work, but David Burchett said some things I resonate so strongly with that I had to share them from site too...Read and enjoy the horsies and duckies of God's love

On a recent flight home I spent a fair portion of the time just gazing out the window at some amazingly beautiful clouds. The sun reflecting off of the magnificent formations was spectacular. I tried to make out shapes like I used to when I was a kid. 

The exercise reminded me of a classic Peanuts cartoon when Charlie Brown. Lucy, Linus and Charlie Brown are all gazing lazily at the clouds. Lucy asks the two boys what they see.

Linus Van Pelt: Well, those clouds up there look to me look like the map of the British Honduras on the Caribbean. [points up] That cloud up there looks a little like the profile of Thomas Eakins, the famous painter and sculptor. And that group of clouds over there… [points] …gives me the impression of the Stoning of Stephen. I can see the Apostle Paul standing there to one side.
Lucy Van Pelt: Uh huh. That's very good. What do you see in the clouds, Charlie Brown?
Charlie Brown: Well… I was going to say I saw a duckie and a horsie, but I changed my mind.

I get that "Charlie Brown" feeling when I read many of the other bloggers and theologians that I share space with on Crosswalk. I still can't believe they give me virtual real estate to post my humble ramblings. While other Crosswalk contributers are writing deep theological treatises I feel like I am posting a spiritual version of "duckies and horses". Perhaps we are all simply fulfilling our niche in the body of Christ. I know there is a need for theologians who can wrestle with complex passages and doctrinal issues. I know that men and women who can define and defend sound doctrine are vital to the stability of the church. I have spent many hours reading these deep works and working out my practical theology. I am grateful for the faith and intellect of these scholars. But when I look at my spiritual cloud formations I am very much like Charlie Brown. It is pretty simple.

I see that Jesus loves me.
I see the grace of God.
I see my identity in Christ.
I see my need for the community of believers.
I see forgiveness.

In those spiritual cloud formations I see the brilliant light of hope and love.

I am grateful that there are brilliant scholars who can write about topics like "A Test Case For New Testament Aphorism" and "A Review of Carsten Peter Thiede, The Qumran Fragment 7Q5 and its Significance For New Testament Studies". If the church depended on me to research topics like those then Jesus might as well come on back. My brain would vapor lock and then explode if given an assignment like that.

I take comfort in a story recorded in the Gospel of Luke.

"Let the children come to me. Don't stop them! For the Kingdom of God belongs to those who are like these children. I tell you the truth, anyone who doesn't receive the Kingdom of God like a child will never enter it." (Luke 18, NLT)

Jesus is not saying that I should act childish and immature. He meant that I must have that child-like trust, dependence, surrender to authority and need for relationship. So here's to you theologians and scholars! I am grateful for you and your difficult work. You free me up to look at the clouds and sing my theology boldly.

Jesus loves me,
This I know,

For the Bible tells me so….

Dave Burchett is an Emmy Award winning television sports director, author, and Christian speaker.

Walking at 81

Learning to walk at 81 is no fun. After you learned to walk at age 1 you think that lesson is far behind you. But my father-in-law, Bill is learning to walk for the second time. 


Without the ability to swallow, his meals consist of chalky protein drink pumped directly into his stomach. Without the ability to speak, his words consist of grunts and unintelligible vowel sounds. 


The heart is more or less repaired but the brain must be retrained after the major stroke struck out a large part of the processing power. 


I have never been more aware of Jesus' words when he said, "The truth is, when you were young, you were able to do as you liked and go wherever you wanted to. But when you are old, you will stretch out your hands, and others will direct you and take you where you don't want to go." John 21:18. 


Is that an infant or an old man that is being spoken of? It could be either, couldn't it? And thus the "circle of life", the grand return to the grand entrance which in reality is also the grand exit; the child who became a parent who ends up being cared for like a child by his child. This is the reality of life. 


Yet in the midst of the misery there is an insuppressible joy to be found. As an infant it's nothing but a blank sheet of life ahead. As an elder, the paper is filled with the joys you have created. The daughter holding your hand, the granddaughter kissing your forehead, your favorite pictures of friends and accomplishments hanging on the walls, the memories of songs, travels, and loves filling your mind.    


If you have lived well, you can smile from memories, as you learn to walk again. 
If you are living well, you can smile at the blank page of eternity which also looms ahead. 

Exploring The Cave With A Match

Ever feel like you are trying to explore a cave with only a match for a light? 


At times life feels like that to me. Once in awhile the darkness is stifling. 
Your questions gang up on you like storm clouds obscuring the sliver of moon. 
Why now? Why them? Why this? Why his pain? 
The bronze and health-filled teen who killed the young girl in Aruba flits around the world waiting for justice to catch up. The 20 year old servant-leader, scholar, nice Christian guy, dies of brain cancer yesterday. 


My mom fighting cancer, my dad-in-law stroked out without speech or even swallowing, my friends mom withers to her death of Alzheimer's. "It's just our season," other boomers tell me. True, but incomplete. It's more than our season, it's our world. Our sad and darkened world that is groaning as it awaits the return of the one who called himself, "The Light". (Romans 8)


However, we must remember in the darkness, in the mystery, in the night, that outside this cave called "LIFE"...there is a brilliant sun that is shining. The small match we hold onto can light a candle and the darkness can never extinguish the candle...and soon we will step into the LIGHT where our candle will be consumed by the SON. 


Meanwhile, I am going to shine. By His Spirit I am going to shine...that is my determination. 
Adlai Stevenson (1900-65), praising Eleanor Roosevelt in an address to the United Nations General Assembly in 1962 said - 'She would rather light candles than curse the darkness, and her glow has warmed the world.' 


I want my GLOW to warm the world and the world to see HIS light! 

"TB"!

I just returned from Borneo and I have TB...TIRED BUTT syndrome.

Imagine riding 4.5 hours on the back of a motor scooter...then do it behind a small Dayak tribal leader through dense jungle on a path marked by dips, hills, bumps, and narrow planks across marshy areas.

At one point when we had left the other scooter far behind, a thought hit me squarely. Here I am in the middle of a jungle with no one except a man I met last night and his father ate people. I thought to myself, "I just hope he's not hungry!" Not really...but I did know I was way outside the safety zone of life.

Most Americans live a TB lifestyle. They have Tired Butts from sitting on the sofa of life, watching their wrinkles grow. They have TB mouths, that is they TALK BIG but take such little action.

Now I don't believe everyone needs to go to they jungles of Borneo to really live. But you do have to try something new, do something that is a little scary, you do have to do something that is hard, uncomfortable, challenging, unselfish, creative, caring or daring.
You do have to get your Tired Butt off the couch and go for the gusto!

It's not really Faith until you feel a little Fear!

I like the quote, "It's not how many breaths you take that make up your life, but how many moments in life that take your breath away." You don't just wait for those moments...you create those moments!

For too many people life is just TB - TOO BORING and that's really just TB- TOO BAD!

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5 Today!

5 Years ago today, I was anxiously waiting for my wife to emerge from major Cancer surgery. A radical, rare, and deadly cancer had attacked her uterus and the prospects were bleak. The whole church was praying. People around the world were praying. A pastor friend with a gift of healing had called from England minutes before they rolled Deb into surgery.

We were pleading for God for a miracle. And God answered in amazing ways. After surgery they came back and said, although it was quite "surprising" they had found "no cancer", although the diagnosis had been so clear that they had shipped tissue samples to Cancer Society.

They told us, while this is good news, don't get too excited as the cancer cells will show up in the pathology reports...after three different pathology reports of finding no cancer, they finally gave up looking. At that point they had to admit, "well maybe all that praying worked".

But they said, "Don't get too excited. This kind always comes back". Every 3 months for the first three years Deb went back to see the specialist. Finally after four years, he said, "Well perhaps this isn't going to come back".
And today is 5 years...and absolutely NO CANCER! So we praise God today on this 5th anniversary of his miracle working mercy. Jesus is Lord of my life and Lord of my wife!

An Announcement Based on a Lifetime Prayer

Do you have a few prayers you have been praying for years? The kind you know you won't see the answer to for a long, long time? Do those prayers matter? Are there some things so big that you just must keep praying for them until you see the outcome?

I just had one of those kinds of prayers answered and I must say...."How sweet it is!"; "Thank you Jesus!"

When Deb found out she was pregnant we were thrilled. We were ready for kids and our determination was to take parenting as the most serious call of our lives. We knew we must immerse our new child in faithful prayer. 

So we began before we even knew what gender our child would be. 

One of the primary prayers we prayed was: "God grant our child a godly spouse, who loves YOU and loves THEM deeply". 

When Lindsey was born and miraculously survived being "dead on arrival" and especially when we discovered we would have no more biological children, we prayed that this girl would have a divine hand upon her life.

Many evenings after Lindsey was fast asleep we would pray, "God grant our daughter a godly husband who deeply loves you and will honor our daughter." 

We, of course, did more than pray. We sat boundaries, we taught, we built relationship. As she matured we had the big "promise ring" talk in which she pledged her virginity til marriage. We had discussions about the kind of man she should marry. 

We held our breath through several "crushes". She had a couple of false starts of exploration in which we just prayed all the more. But then seemingly out of nowhere, at a point when Lindsey's heart was grieving and wondering what, if anything, was going to happen--TJ TAYLOR arrived on the scene. 

Friends at first. Deeper friends. Dating. Commitment. Then that morning in our den when TJ asked Deb and I if we would give our daughter to him in marriage. 

And there it was, the answer to a lifetime prayer...A young man (25) who highly valued our daughter and was committed to her spiritual, emotional, and physical welfare. For 25 years we had not known the name or the face of the man we were praying for...but it was his, TJ's. 

Is TJ perfect? No. But he is God's man for our daughter...prayed in with faith, drawn in by love and wisdom. We are honored to announce their engagement, their promise to marry one another and serve God's purpose for their lives in their generation. Now that's worth praying a lifetime for!! 

Mr. Frost Goes to Washington

One of my favorite movies is Mr. Smith goes to Washington...a classic movie about a bumpkin who goes to Washington D.C. only to be confronted by the twisted morals of money grabbing bankers and politicians.

Although decades removed from the farm I often still feel like a country bumpkin, so it was with both excitement and reluctance that I went to Washington. When I arrived, I was confronted with the spiritual morals of sincere Senators and humble servants of Christ.

The other folks are still there and continue to pull many proverbial strings in their own self-interest. Truth is often a rare commodity with some who are in power. But weaving in and out of the halls of rulership are the few, the brave, the good.

Men like Dan Frost, my friend who has walked holes in his shoes, walking the halls of Congress. Every ministry day he puts on his suit and tie, climbs in his SUV that has 275,000 miles on it, drives 45 minutes, parks beneath the Senate building, and starts walking for Jesus. His mission? To be a friend to people in power; to be the one man who wants nothing from anybody, to be the one person who is willing to listen from the heart, to be an encourager to those who are simply overwhelmed with the complexity of the D.C. lifestyle.

Almost invisible, which is hard at 6'7", Dan is simply there...available for those who may suddenly sense an urge for a friend...friends are hard to find in D.C. Dan is there for those who are open to trust him to pray for them. He is a burden bearer with some of the most burdened men and women in our world.

Having a backstage pass to the halls of Congress, following Dan through the underground tunnels of Congress, greeting his friends in the hallways, weaving our way between flocks of lobbyists, ascending back staircases little used except by the most knowledgeable D.C. insiders, eating the famous bean soup that's been served for nearly 200 years in the Senate dining room, praying in the small backroom chapel that Lincoln prayed in, these were my  joys in our nation's capitol.

Mr. Smith stood for integrity and for service to others and he impacts Washington D.C. and leaves you cheering for the good guys. Mr. Frost stands for integrity and service to others and for the good news of God's love; he also is impacting Washington...and leaves me cheering for this good guy and for God. Cheer with me!

How to Be GREAT

Yesterday, we took the staff to hear some of the great leaders of our time. Condolezza Rice, Colin Powell, Microsoft's President, Zig Ziglar, athlete Michael Phelps, and others. It was inspiring to hear their tales of sacrifice, hard work, lucky breaks, dedication, and climbs to greatness.

Two common themes I heard were these: Focus and Passion. Focus yourself on the goals that really matter and then passionately pursue them. People who accomplish extraordinary results have a clear focus and a tenacity to take enthusiastic action in the direction of their dream.

I love these kind of presentations. It's in the way that I am wired. BUT I think they need to be always with the wisdom of 1 Corinthians 13 and with the words of Mother Teresa. 1 Corinthians 13:1-3 reminds us that we can do great things but if we don't do them with great love then they are actually NOTHING. It's how much loving for God and for people that you put into the DOING that creates the GREATNESS of the deed.

Also I think we miss the "greatness" of our ordinary lives if we are not careful. Mother Teresa said, "There are no great acts, only small acts done with great love". And Martin Luther King Jr. said, "Anyone can be great because anyone can serve". To see Christ in the people we meet everyday and to reach out to love them as we would love Christ...this is the greatness attainable by all people.

I want to be a GREAT MAN in God's eyes. "Lord, help me to simply faithfully love with your great love today and let my greatness be determined by you!"

OUCH! Bike Wreck!

I was racing home from the gym with a front tire on my bike that was deflating faster than the U.S. dollar in a recession.

I thought I could make it and was within a block of home. As I roared around the final corner by tire slipped off the rim, launching me head first over the handlebars onto the pavement in the middle of the street. Blood was spurting everywhere...I wasn't sure my left eye was still working...I rolled over, jumped up limping, and yanked my bike to sidewalk. I laid down and placed compression pressure over my eye to stop the bleeding
(That's NOT me in the picture but I looked a little worse than that!) .

I immediately began first aid procedures..."Help me Jesus! Heal me Jesus! In the name of Jesus (repeated quickly and painfully 20 times in a row". 5 minutes later Deb came rolling up and at first thought I was laying in the grassy median leisurely waiting for her. But then she saw the blood and it was yet one more time in our 32 years that I was glad she had taken two  years of nurses training.

I hobbled home pressing a towel to my eyebrow. I had knee lacerations, a partially dislocated thumb, a three inch gash over my eye and couple of other smaller head wounds. Deb cleaned me up and upon hearing my resistance to go to urgent care, ended up butterflying my eye gash.

Of course I drew some practical and spiritual analogies from my painful experience. Practically speaking, I think helmets are a good idea. Personally I believe an angel caught me in midair. At the speed I was going my brains could have been and should have been laying in the road. I think the angel caught me and then dropped me a little to teach me, "Buy a helmet dummy".

Spiritually speaking, I thought about how people can have bad leak in the their lives, the Spirit of God leaking out of a problem they really need to deal with. But they are racing through life thinking oh it's not that bad, I can make it, there's always time to get it fixed. Then bam! A sudden blow out occurs and they are on their face needing the Great Physician to put them back together again. Don't ignore the leaks in your spiritual life.

My head hurts and so does my ego, but God gives new wisdom to the humble.

My "To Be" List

My strengths as measured by the Gallup Strengths Finder Test are clustered around "ACTION!"-
Achiever, Activator, Maximizer, Positivity, Futuristic.

I am the guy with the TO DO list. My yearly GOAL list is exhausting just to look at.

I like the way I am wired. I like shooting for the stars, even if I just hit the moon.
I would rather burn out than rust out. I often say, "I have all eternity to rest".
Jesus said, "Work for the night is coming when no man shall work"
I grew up on the farm where harvest time meant we put it into overdrive.
In the land of the gospel it's always harvest time.

But God is always calling me away from my "To Do" List and calling me to His "To Be" list.

A "To Be" list is an aspiration toward character traits that reflect Jesus. It's a reminder of the kind of man I want to become. It's cleaning the "inside of the cup" so that the "outside of the cup" is pure. It's a yearning and burning for the fruit of the Holy Spirit to be clearly manifest in my life.

My "To Be" list is more important than my "To Do" list. Why?
Because if I "DO" a bunch of stuff but DON'T have LOVE...it profits me NOTHING! 1 Cor. 13
If I DO stuff but it leads to PRIDE instead of HUMILITY then I am destroying myself through my accomplishments.
If I DO stuff but it makes me so BUSY that I do the WORK of the LORD but NEGLECT the LORD of the WORK then my BUSYNESS is leading only to BARRENNESS.

Lord, I ask that today and everyday you would set in front of me my "TO BE" list so that I more earnestly pursue YOU and your MOTIVES and your CHARACTER....THEN and ONLY then can I really get after my TO DO list!

Too Close to Home

It's strange when it happens on your block, or at an intersection you cross daily, or on your bike trail, or on the airline you fly frequently. It scares you when it happens too close to home!

A man was shot on our block. A man my age was killed crossing the street at a crosswalk I use frequently.  A young father of two had a fatal bike crash on our bike trail. An Ethiopian airplane, my African airline, crashed into the sea killing 90. Too close to where I live.

Events like these move from the newspaper into your bedroom and haunt you at night. Could have been me. I was there an hour before. I was on that flight path in the same jet. I have crossed there without looking twice before. That's my turf...too close to home.

The fears can stalk you in the night...tracking you into your plans for the future...strangling the courage out of your dreams.

I can acquiesce to the lure of supposed safety and stay close to home...or I can press forward with the bravado that flows not from the stupidity of pride but from the inspiration of faith. He shall assign his angels to supervise my adventures (Psalm 91). They will not always keep me from my own foolishness but they are more than able to deliver from the lurking evil or the perpetrated accidents that could befall me.

The safest place is the center of God's will...it is the most dangerous place as well. For Holy Spirit empowered and emboldened followers of Jesus, then RISK, DANGER, HEARTBREAK lie ahead. But He who watches us will never fall asleep at His guard post (Psalm 121:3). He's got my back!

So forward into the future, into adventure, into the land of insecurity for God is my shield.
No small mindedness...no retreat to the comfort zone of complacency...instead...forward into the world, into the mission, into the epic adventure of being a "go for it" disciple of Jesus!

I refuse to be confined or relegated to the small piece of real estate where I feel most in control! No...a thousand times no....take me to the places where God must be in control because I have such little control. I refuse to live too close to home!

The 2 American Idols

A poll by the Pew Research Center reveals that "eighty-one percent of 18- to 25-year-olds…said getting rich is their generation's most important life goal." The second most important, according to the survey: being famous." Described as the "millennial" generation, 51 percent listed being famous as the second most important life goal! 

A Gallup Panel survey of 18- to 29-year-olds found that 55 percent agreed or strongly agreed with the statement, "You dream about getting rich." 

Most telling are the results of an annual survey of college freshmen by the Higher Education Research Institute at UCLA, in which 2005 data show that "the percentage who say it is ‘essential' or ‘very important' to be ‘very well off financially' grew from 41.9% in 1967 to 74.5% in 2005." Ironically, "developing a meaningful philosophy of life" dropped in importance from 85.8% in 1967 to 45% in 2005."


A couple of personal observations: 1. Thank God I know a lot of 18-29 year olds that are just the opposite of this. They are selling out to Jesus, living for eternal rewards, giving their lives to serve others, finding a great reason to live!


2. I am not surprised by these results. The more we saturate our society with sensuality, pleasure, "reality" shows, celebrity-ism and the more we STARVE the Spirit by decreasing the value of -the church, the objective truth of the Word, the nuclear family...the more we will see these kind of results. 


May God deliver us from "the deceitfulness of riches" and the "deception of pride"...is it any wonder that God in His love warns us so strongly of their ability to tempt us from His path of "abundant and meaningful life"?