“Lord Jesus, I offer myself to Your people. In any way. Any place. Any time.” – Corrie Ten Boom
I read (okay, skimmed) an article in The Atlantic recently about how witchcraft is on the rise.
People are scared. They’re looking for guidance.
I know a lot of people might roll their eyes and think that’s crazy, but is it?
When you don’t have Jesus you scramble for the closest shoe that fits. And for some, this might just be the shoe.
When I was an atheist, I was deeply into yoga. I could head stand my way from the living room to the kitchen like a champ.
Sort of.
God used my reliance on the wrong thing as an opportunity to right my heart.
You see, yoga opened a door into a very dark world. And for three months, I had demonic visions.
No, scratch that. I was in the presence of demons.
It was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, and I know it will trump anything I ever experience in the future.
(Until the very end, of course.)
It was pure evil, and I was trapped. My body was paralyzed. My spirit spun out of my body. I felt…possessed.
If you don’t know me, let me make something very clear: I’ve always relied on my intelligence and ability to reason to survive. I may not be the prettiest, the most coordinated, the most likely to understand how time works (clocks are stupid), but I’ve always put a pretty penny on being a smidge book smarter than the average bear.
So when this happened to me EVERY night for THREE WHOLE MONTHS, I decided I was losing my mind.
There could be no other option. Because there was no God.
But my soul couldn’t take it anymore. It started to feel like it was breaking apart. I knew I couldn’t save myself, so I asked Jesus to do it.
Not Buddha.
Not Shiva.
Not the guy who lived across the street and could never figure out what a mower was for.
Jesus.
That night? And all the other nights after it? Pure. Blissful. Sleep.
I’m the last person on earth who ever thought she would become a Christian. I thought that type of life was for hypocrites and brainless do-gooders.
And yes, there are some of those walking around who need Jesus just as much as your average agnostic.
But then there is the core group of true believers who have seen things. And know things. And would in an instant give their lives up for the one and only King.
These are the people sacrificing for others. Humbling themselves. Watching the world wide-eyed, acknowledging what Satan is up to but knowing Jesus has already finished the ending.
Friends, if you’re just “dabbling” in witchcraft, even the white arts, pray for wisdom. Seek real truth and not the truth Satan wants you to feel, wants you to see.
Because evil is no laughing matter. TRUST ME. There is something very real going on, and we can only see a shadow of it.
Put your hope in Christ. Fear God. Because in the end, we all meet our maker, a just Lord who will bring every single one of our trespasses to light. And without trust in Christ who paid the fine for us, we’re left to our own devices.
And to me? That’s the scariest truth of all.
Heck, I can’t even tell time.
