by | Nov 19, 2023 | Authority over Satan
I just remembered her healing and started to cry. Her miracle happened the Sunday before Thanksgiving, many years ago.
It was one of the most wonderful words of healing that God had ever given me. (I so want Jesus to be glorified that if I could, I would take myself out of this wonderful story.)
When I looked at her, the Lord let me see an attic full of boxes. I felt sadness about these boxes. They were Christmas decorations. I knew that she had made many of them herself.
But now her hands were crippled with arthritis. Her gnarled, pain-wracked hands could no longer display these beloved objects. So they stayed in their boxes, and that broke her heart.
The Holy Spirit said, “I am healing her hands. Tell her to unpack all of her decorations and flood her house with the Joy of the Lord.”
What happened next is indescribable. The Holy Spirit said, “I am healing her hands. Tell her to unpack all of her decorations and flood her house with the Joy of the Lord.”
The look on her face was a mixture of radiating glory and defiance. That look is frozen in time. Satan had robbed this wonderful woman of her joy at Christmas. Now the power of God turned back the clock and gave her the hands of her youth. Hands that would set off a frenzy of decorating.
I did not cry today because I remembered her healing. I cried for our nation. I wept for the American church. We let the Left bully us. We let them pervert our Thanksgivings and Christmases. We let them steal our joy and mute our celebration.
WOKE DEVILS shamed us into toning it down, when we should have turned it up!
We are ashamed to be outwardly joyous. Because they made it hate-speech to say ‘Merry Christmas’.
WOKE DEVILS shamed us into toning it down, when we should have turned it up!
They did not cripple our hands—they crushed the American spirit. The smoldering pile of evil they have done reaches to the heavens.
Nothing reveals our depraved degradation more than Disneyland. It is a miserable place, especially at this time of year.
Disneyland was once a patriotic masterpiece. Now it is the habitation of devils lurking over every child to make sure they are being inclusive, ashamed, or victimized. Every shred of innocence is gone. The ‘happiest place on earth’ is now the place where childhood goes to die.
It is at this time of year that the insanity of the current Biden/Obama regime feels most gruesome and wrong.
There is a moment in Scrooge where two men are explaining why they raise money for the poor at Christmas: “a few of us are endeavouring to raise a fund to buy the Poor some meat and drink and means of warmth. We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices.”
And, it is at this time of the year that the disease called WOKE is most keenly felt. It is at this time of year that the insanity of the current Biden/Obama regime feels most gruesome and wrong. It is in this festive season that public schools and universities seem extra sadistic and deranged.
We are in a world where the inmates run the asylum. Mobs attack stores. Atheists deface nativity scenes and scream in schoolboard meetings and townhalls for the Bible to be eradicated.
Even Halloween is not enough for them. They have to make Christmas horror movies.
Back to the story about the woman’s healing. I remember looking into that woman’s eyes. She was not just healed of arthritis, she busted out of Christmas jail. She was Christmas! She was a Christmas storm!
Look out! Lights went up. Multiple trees bright and joyous festooned the house. She baked. She crafted. She invited long forgotten guests back for dinner. The way we used to do it. Her joy was back. She would never let it be stolen again.
Why are we ashamed of the Pilgrims and of the meaning of the celebration next Thursday?
Michelle Obama ordered us to tone down our family conversation at the Thanksgiving table. She even said we should snitch on those who said things that are unwoke.
We do not need to shoot into Bud Light cans. But we do need to do something about that! Why are we ashamed of the Pilgrims and of the meaning of the celebration next Thursday?
This Thanksgiving, let us rebel. Instead of just sitting down to a meal, let us enter into His gates with Thanksgiving. Let fervent praise arise in our homes! Bring back singing! Bring back games. (Young people, trust your elders — they remember how to do all of this!)
Oh, the Christmas carols! So much is said today about deliverance from demons. I promise you that nothing removes devils faster than Christmas carols! Remember them. Learn them. Sing them with attitude!
And make everyone who can—over Christmas dinner—tell what the Lord has done for them.
You may not need a healing of arthritis, but you probably need a healing of courage and boldness. Stop being ashamed. Turn up the laughter in defiance of the leftist curse.
Laugh and sing louder. Tell perfect strangers, “Merry Christmas!” Hold those you love closer and let an epidemic of forgiveness break out!
Yes indeed! Happy defiant Thanksgiving and Merry rebellious Christmas!
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