It was October 2009 that I met her. Her grandson, Jacob now a Pastor, had just come out of the wicked cult of Rastapharianism and introduced her to me.
She was sitting outside her little hut, mumbling to herself. She was not happy I was there. She practiced witchcraft and had been a church member most of her life. I know, I know, one can't serve 2 masters, and from the way she regarded me I knew who her dark master was. I prayed.
Meanwhile back at the hut a few days later, on the way to see Jacob, she turned her back on me muttering, and peeping like a wizard out of Leviticus. She would wave her hand at me to stay away. I prayed for her.
The other night, we had an incident at our home where I was sure some evil spirit had followed someone in our house home from a village. I realized about 3 AM when I woke up. I prayed, it left, the air cleared, the oppression of darkness lifted (others in the house realized something had been wrong and said so the next day). Then with a song in my heart, I began to pray for the people we minister with and Grandmama came to mind. I prayed for her to be delivered from witchcraft, darkness and the clutches of the Satan.
A couple of days later we past her hut and saw her laying outside, asleep. I prayed for Jesus to save her.
Day before yesterday, Jacob told me that Grandmama Simasiku came to his house and said she wanted to put away witchcraft and follow Jesus. Well today we were with Jacob's discipliship group and here came Grandmama. At the end of Jacob and me speaking on the love of God and being born again, Grandmama said in Tonga,"I could have gone anywhere but I came here. Now I will follow only Jesus, believe on HIM."
Glory, I prayed!!
Till we meet again,
Phil
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