This is part III of the lesson on Kohathites. In this section I tell stories about some of my experiences as a Kohathite in real life.
Several years after the above Scriptures were given to me the Lord gave me more about who the Kohathites were. In I Chronicles 16:4 King David appointed some Levites to make petition before the Ark of the Covenant. Some of these same men were gatekeepers (verse 38).
I Chronicles 16:4 “And he appointed certain of the Levites to minister before the ark of the Lord, and to record, and to thank and to praise the Lord God of Israel.”
Minister (#8334) to attend as a menial or worshipper; to contribute to: – serve, wait on.
Record (#2142) to mark so as to be recognized; to remember, by implication to mention: – to call to remembrance….
In Ezra 7:24 porters are mentioned. #8652/8651 calls them doorkeepers. I Chronicles 15:23-24 names several individuals who were doorkeepers for the Ark. The Hebrew definition of a door keeper is #7778/8179 a janitor: – doorkeeper, porter. To split or open; to act as a gatekeeper; keeper of a palace gate.
This definition has a lot of meaning for me because in Asian cultures specific individuals have the keys to various doors. The keeper of the keys may be a janitor, a lowly person, but with more power than the occupants of the building. I and my students have stood outside a classroom door waiting for the one with the key to unlock the padlock so we could have a lesson. In the spiritual sense, the gate keeper was a door guard with much power to present himself to the Lord on behalf of others.
Asaph was a well-known Kohathite and a recorder in the temple during David’s time. He also was a musician and his descendants were musicians. One of Asaph’s contemporaries was a gate keeper and musician: Jeduthan (#3038/3034). His very name means laudatory; open, extended hands as in reverence and worship; make confession, give thanks. What a beautiful name! Apparently this man also had prophetic abilities (II Chron. 35:15). Jeduthan wrote Psalms 39, 62, and 77.
Jeduthan’s sons were gate keepers. One of his sons was Obed-edom (#5654/5647) whose name meant to serve, till, enslave; bond servant, worshipper. Obed-edom’s house was where King David left the ark after the Lord struck down Uzzah for touching it to steady it during a rough cart ride while it was being moved to Jerusalem. You can read the story in II Samuel 6.
My first ministry experience was back in the late 70s when a friend asked me to take her through deliverance. I didn’t want to work alone (Kohathites form alliances, remember?), so we agreed on a third woman to do the actual ministry. I was to be the silent, prayerful “watcher” (not the priest; just a servant).
The one going through deliverance experienced a mental shut-down; that is, her brain couldn’t retain the words of confession and repentance she was repeating after the “minister.” I stopped them and asked the “minister” to speak just one or two words at a time so the one experiencing the opposition could say just one or two words of renunciation at a time. After a few minutes she was able to relax and we continued peacefully to a sweet conclusion.
This experience confirmed something about being in the place God wanted me and the satisfaction that resulted. Not long after that I sometimes traveled with a lady minister who recognized my gifting and used me as an intercessor. I didn’t really understand how valuable my gifting was and wondered why she asked my opinion from time to time. Fortunately I was wary.
I first became involved in strategic-level warfare in Beijing in the 1990s. To be as concrete as possible I will use initials so that you can follow my story without betraying anyone’s identity.
The 30-something team members in Beijing were extremely varied in religious and cultural background. We made teams according to our giftings and preferences with the goal of praying through the city of 12 million according to historical sites dedicated to devils. Everyone helped to compile a history by researching folk stories and finding out what Daoism, Buddhism and animism involved. We compiled lists of city officials, their phone numbers and addresses, etc. Then groups went on-site to do warfare prayer which was risky, so no one was coerced. Only three of us chose to stay home and do intercession for the teams. As you might imagine, we became very close and maintained our relationships long after the two-year warfare thrust. The leader of the warfare and I became close as well. (Kohathites are a gift of the Lord to the Body and they make alliances.)
At each meeting, the first item of business was confession of sin – out loud to each other. That sure helped us to stay as close to the Lord as possible! Who wants to confess sin in front of others?! Because of this the principalities over the city were stirred up and tried to kill members. For example, S and some friends were traveling to the International Christian Fellowship venue when their taxi hit a median and flipped over. That type of taxi had a high center of gravity and often one would roll, catch fire and burn with no one escaping. However, the covering prayers of brothers and sisters saved all of them, even the driver. No one was injured! Other weird things happened, such as knocks at the door when nobody was there although footsteps could be heard running away down the hall.
This was a spirit of death though I didn’t know it at the time. When my mother came to visit me in the winter of 1995 the two of us went from door to door throughout the foreign student dormitory anointing the doors with oil and praying deliverance prayers. The key to our safety was the stripping of ourselves in humility before each other to be clean so that the enemy couldn’t use our weaknesses against us. Later I learned that the foreign students’ dormitory was built over an ancient burial ground where the graves of the dead had been disturbed. But there was no more knocking and running footsteps after Mom and I prayed through the building.
In another situation during this same period of time, a Taiwanese Christian lady really liked S and me, so she invited us to her house nearly every Sunday for fellowship. Her wealthy American husband had rented the whole courtyard complex in a historic area. Their two little boys couldn’t sleep at night, and had terrible nightmares, awoke screaming and refused to go back into the room they slept in. Finally, she asked S and me to “clean” the house. Never in my life could I have imagined what that would be like! We chose to limit the “cleaning” to two hours each Sunday afternoon and bound other demons from further manifestation during the lapses.
We asked H to find out what she could about the house. Apparently generations of a high level official had lived in the house from the Ming Dynasty, the first owner being a close relative of the emperor, possibly 400 years ago. When S and I began to pray there was loud, desperate wailing in the spirit realm. I seemed to be the one to express the wailing and deep anguish. I could see beautiful young girls clutching and pulling at their clothes and bodies, weeping inconsolably. They were forcing themselves to vomit…. How is this possible, I wondered? But being Chinese, H understood immediately that the girls had been raped in the apartment and out on the unusually commodious balcony in full view of the gaping crowds of men standing below. The resulting babies were sacrificed to the gods. Her research had confirmed what I saw in the Spirit but had no prior knowledge of.
After praying through the house with binding and loosing, we went out to the balcony and washed it with soapy water and brooms. There were potted trees on the balcony forced into circles and I cut them all free after asking for permission since this is a Chinese custom related to the gathering of Qi (In Daoism, qi is “breath” or “air” and is very powerful). The Lord gave us the redemptive vision of a lighthouse on that spot. Now the little boys slept peacefully after those weeks of intense war.