“For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds.” (2 Corinthians 10:4)
All weaponry, whether it is natural or physical, in order to be effective against the enemy, must be operated by some force or skill. In this sense, the Blood of Jesus is no different. “He teacheth my hands to war,…” Psalm 18:34 says. One must practice faith and belief in the power of the Blood. It will work for you, whether it be a common cold, broken bones or the attack of the evil one.
To illustrate this, let me share with you a story, which may sound like a fairy tale. Nevertheless, it really happened.
We were preaching in a place where this great sorcerer ruled the people. The whole town was so afraid of the man that nobody would hurt him. Nobody would even go close to him. He was the king. He was so terrible that one time he hurt a man with an ax. The man had to go to the hospital and because of this, he took him to court. The sorcerer told the judge that he would have no power to try him in court. Every time the judge got on the bench to try the case, he fell off the seat and the case would have to be put off. Finally, when the sorcerer saw how his power had worked, he went to the man, who was hurt, and said to him, “If you want to live, withdraw the case. Come before all the people in this village, bow before me and ask my pardon.” The people were so afraid of him that the man withdrew the case and asked his forgiveness.
We also had a confrontation with this man. He came upon the church and was ready to fight us. He went to all the elders and told them, “I will be your next elder.” He came to me and informed me, “I’m going to kill you and take over the church.” He called the whole village together, stood on the step of the train and said, “I’m going to Daddy in Bagwa now.” (This Daddy in Bagwa was a great sorcerer.) “duCille is a dead man! ‘Good-bye, duCille, good-bye.’” I just laughed and forgot all about it.
I cannot tell you the details of the whole battle, but one Wednesday night after service I was going home. I did not get there until close to midnight, because I had to walk up a very high hill. It was so high that when I would get home, I was wet and tired.
I put my pajamas on and was about to step into bed when all of a sudden I looked around and saw there was no wall in the house. The wall was gone! I was looking outside and yet I knew the house was standing, so the wall was there. Immediately, I got the word of knowledge that because there was a battle coming God had lifted me up into another dimension, into a higher realm. So I stood up, waiting for this attack to come. However, I became too complacent. Never be complacent before a battle, no matter how cocksure you are that you are going to win! In my waiting, I had forgotten all about the battle and, instead of covering myself with the Blood, I began to admire the beauty of the moonlight and the banana and coffee trees glinting back the light of the moon from their shimmering leaves. The moonlight was so bright! You could see every pebble on the ground! The trees were waving in the breeze and I was enjoying my “exalted” position in God.
It was not long before I saw a man walk into the yard. He seemed to be nine feet tall. His head formed a funny shape that I could not discern. It was like some kind of animal. He stepped into the yard sniffing around as if he was smelling for something. Immediately, I should have pulled back into God and begun to pray. However, guess what I did? I attacked him! I jumped to my feet and called to him, “In the name of ahhh…!” but the words never made it out of my mouth. The moment I said, “Aahh…,” he came through the wall like greased lightning with such a force that he knocked me over on the bed. He jumped on top of me like a lion would on its prey.
My head weighed a ton. My hands were useless, I could not move them. My tongue could not move. I could not move any part of me! But my mind was active. He could not hold my mind, because the Blood of Jesus Christ was in my forehead! The moment he struck me, I heard another heavy thump in the bed beside me. Although I could not turn my head, I saw Jesus. He came and touched me on my shoulder. I looked at Him and saw His eyes. Brethren, once you look into the eyes of Jesus, all your troubles are over. I looked into His eyes and such peace flooded me! He touched me on my shoulder and said, “Do not struggle. This is not a natural fight. It is a spiritual fight.” The comfort of His presence was all I needed and although it seemed tons were sitting on my limbs and head and throat, I relaxed. Seeing Jesus, I knew the battle was won.
Then I saw the cross rising up before me. It was the same cross He had shown me before on another occasion. I saw Jesus hanging on it. His weight was slumped on His hands and His head turned to the left. His arms were stretched and I saw Blood twirling down the armpits and coming down His body. At the point of where the thorns were, the Blood was running down His cheeks, also draining from His side down on His legs. The Blood on the leg was draining down onto the wood. It was so vivid! Then the Blood gushed out from His side, wetting the whole of Him and falling down to the foot of the cross.
I kept looking at this, until one drop of Blood came from His left hand and went “tip.” By this time I was choking, but in my mind I said, “Thank You, Jesus. That one drop of Blood can save the whole world,” and my soul rejoiced in the drop of Blood. Then I saw one drop of Blood coming “tip” from His right hand. I said, “Thank you, Jesus. That drop of Blood can destroy every devil in hell!” My soul rejoiced. Oh, glory to God! Remember, only my mind worked; everything else was dead. The moment I said that, the third drop dropped off His beard right into my face. When it hit me, I convulsed. “Jesus!!!” I shouted. It threw the thing off me against the wall! The battle was over! It was over!
When I thought of it, I realized that it was the faith in the Blood of Jesus that released me from this terrible thing. He was one of the greatest killers from hell. Daddy in Bagwa died suddenly. He crashed into a train and there was no deliverance. The man, who spoke the word and thus performed all kinds of evil things, one of the greatest sorcerers in Jamaica, died, too.
The secret here is that when demons and devils are sent out for blood, they are given blood and offered blood. If they are offered your blood and come to you but cannot kill you, they go back and kill the person who sent them. This is the law in the demonic realm.
Every devil in hell is afraid of the Blood of Jesus Christ. When we are locked in battle with satanic forces, whether it be for our healing, deliverance, or survival, we need this supernatural life force in order to have victory. No matter what we call it, its proper name is the Blood of Jesus. “And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death” (Revelation 12:11).
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