(A continuation of a story. If you want to start at the beginning, scroll to Spiritual Flesh and Blood 1)
My father’s sermons were not personal for me or my brother or my sister. We were strangers that lived in his house. I remember sitting in the pew and hearing my father talk week after week about a loving God. I remember thinking that my father was a different man, there behind the pulpit. It was the only time I saw him smile. He knew the answers and he knew a relationship with God.
His personal demons could not reach his heart, they could only influence his life. So, their agreement was that they would sit outside the church while he preached and then they returned to his shoulders as he walked out the door.
Wayne was different. Evil won battle after battle since he was conceived. Wayne grew up and changed from that plump-faced quiet child who longed for a childhood. He couldn’t change them, so he joined them. He accepted the money and the attention and the praise of the world. He walked through this world blind, always being told how good he was, and he came to believe the empty lies. But God does not care what the world thinks. Darkness was upon the face of Wayne. His life was without purpose and it was void. Then the Spirit of God moved in the heavens.
The world did not know that when he was born, the angels and demons gathered. Angel victory stepped forward and shouted, “Proclaim this among the nations: Prepare for war! Rouse the warriors! We are about to conquer this human life for good!”
Demon Defeat had won so many battles in this young life but Defeat would soon receive a massive blow that would change the tides of the war on Wayne’s life. A camel as about to walk through the eye of a needle.
To be continued…