Well, except for the spirit/demonic activity... it's been an uneventful week... I've taken a step back. We have all, especially me, got to drop the anger. It's not healthy. I remember a quote that goes something like, "no one makes you angry, we control our own emotions." So to that end I'm no longer a phone snoop, I'm trying to no longer worry, wonder or care where Nabal gets off to and who he is with. He will make or break himself. He 'is' in a spiritual battle and he has made our home the battle ground. Nabal is: a man fighting against his flesh that wishes to drink, fight, curse, womanize and smoke dope. Nabal is also a man who wishes to be respected as an elder in the church, lead people to Christ and serve the Lord. Problem is that Nabal is putting the majority of his efforts into the former and minimal effort into the latter. He seems unhappy when he is not engaging in the former. Only happy in the latter when the has recognition from the people. The other day he said his church was considering disbanding and collectively joining another spanish church in town. Why they can do nothing individually I'm not sure. This is probably the best case scenario as he is placing himself in a more precarious spiritual position by preaching.
The other day our boy was talking to the protege while he was drinking and something briefly possessed the protege. Our boy could see the change in breathing, facial makeup and his eyes went black. His voice became raspy and he whispered that he wanted to kill. My boy was wondering what to say when he thought to ask the protege if he believed in God and Jesus. He said the protege's face froze, he looked down and when he looked back up the protege's face was it's usual mobile pleasant face again. Now granted he was drinking, but when our boy asked him of it the next day the protege had no memory of it. Our boy said that shortly after the protege 'came back' he looked around and said he needed more beer. Our boy said also that he has gone to talk to the protege when he is sitting on the porch alone and the protege says, "Just the three of us sitting here talking."
Very strange happenings, very strange indeed. The good thing is that my boy is finding his own strength and faith in Christ.
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