While in China I had the privilege of working in deliverance and loved it. The thing of it was that I never asked for that opportunity. I was sought out by individuals I didn’t know and I had no idea why they came to me for help.
The midweek meetings when I taught in Beijing were the highlight of each week because we met in small groups of our own choice. My prayer partner was the wife of a diplomat and their apartment was commodious so they held a meeting in their home. The gathering could be noisy so it was my habit to go to the kitchen to be quiet before the meeting. A bedraggled young woman whom I didn’t know started attending and she came early to search through the rooms until she found me. She didn’t talk much but followed me like a puppy. I knew she was demonized but didn’t have permission to address that, until one evening she asked if I could take her through deliverance. I was cautious and asked my prayer partner if she would join me and we could meet in her apartment. She agreed so the appointment was set up.
When I came to meet with Candy, my partner, I brought her a book by Rebecca Brown, MD, He Came to Set the Captives Free, which she put on the sideboard to look at later. Mary came and we sat on the floor together to seek the Lord for His will. I heard very clearly that there was to be no deliverance. Candy also heard the same. So we tried to explain to Mary that the Lord wouldn’t let us do any deliverance but that He loved her very much. Candy had some oil so Mary asked if she could have some on her finger. Then she needed to use the restroom. When she came back into the room we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.
Candy and her husband had a social engagement that evening and took their two little girls with them. While they were out their apartment caught fire and everything was a total loss. There were no fire stations in Beijing. The fire was so hot that the bed frames melted. The family was moved to a much smaller apartment so there were no more meetings in their home.
I was not invited to the burned out apartment to see the damage for one whole year but I finally asked to see the damage. The Chinese workmen were afraid to enter because they felt an evil present there. I walked through the trashed apartment looking carefully for – I didn’t know what. Finally I noticed a swipe of oil on the door frame across from the bathroom, so I knew what took place! Candy and I prayed together to drive out the evil and within the week workmen came to rebuild the destroyed apartment.
Meantime, Mary crashed and had to taken to a psychiatric hospital. She had two young children so another member of the Beijing International Christian Fellowship went to Mary’s home to get the children and happened to find the book I had loaned to Candy. It had my name in it so the assumption was that I gave Mary the book.
It turns out Mary was deeply involved in Satan worship, and I had heard the Holy Spirit correctly to NOT do deliverance. But most of the Fellowship was up in arms because they considered that I had precipitated the crash and there was talk of having me sued. How could I be so foolish as to give Mary such a book? I shouldn’t be reading such foolishness, much less give it to a demonized person!!! My prayer partner was the only one to know the truth but she was silent.
One of the religious police set up a meeting with Candy in Candy’s apartment to confront me, and Candy just let the woman castigate and threaten me with no attempt to set the record straight. At that time (late 1990s) I had no idea about SRA (Satanic Ritual Abuse) and didn’t understand what happened or why. Thank goodness I knew God’s voice! There were others who had “a word” for me, none of it positive, but in my heart I knew I had done nothing wrong.
Only now, years later, do I understand what happened. Did I do deliverances after that? Yes. I knew God’s heart for freeing people from bondages. And I have never been overly concerned with what the religious police might think.
Everybody knows Americans don’t have demons, so since coming home from China in 2002 I have had a hard time going to church, probably because I have a taste for high (spiritual) adventure. Until this past year I have withered on the vine. I am so thankful for my heavenly Father’s soverign move back into my life. He has promised me that I will still bear fruit even to old age and that is happening. Having been out of any spiritual action for about 15 years, this major emotional healing experience of the past year has helped to whet my appetite for more of Him. Discovering the intricacies of my own soul makes me willing to look to the precious Holy Spirit for detailed guidance, acknowledging my need of Him as I reach out to others.