Angels Candol and Anka stood watch over three-year-old Margarette Ann Wells. Some things had been brewing in and around the Wells household for many days. They observed the demon spirits coming to and going from the Wells farm.
Candol left his post for the briefest of moments to consult with Almighty God in His throne room.
“Almighty, the enemy is building his forces for an attack on this child,” he explained. “Should I enlist the aid of more warrior angels at this time, Holy One?” Candol asked respectfully.
“No,” answered Almighty God. “The attack is allowed. It is purposed for the strengthening of the family. I will need this family’s strength in time to come to be able to send the little one forward,” God concluded decisively. God considered the demonic activity proceeding in the household on Earth. Timing was everything in this operation. He dismissed the warrior angel back to his post.
“As You wish, My Lord,” replied Angel Candol as he bowed to his King and went back to Earth.
The demonic forces continued to grow. Anka recognized most of the dark angels setting up camp around the farmhouse. In the attic, Destruction had the most prominent vantage point. He barked out orders to the lesser demons. He was the largest of all the demons
“Mischief and Fright,” Destruction said gruffly, “set up camp in the girl’s room. She has come to an age in which you both can do much damage.”
“Yes, my lord,” both demons replied obediently. They gleefully set up their battle station in her closet, the place the child hated and feared most.
“CD,” called out Destruction to his pet children’s imp, Childhood Disease.
He had used this imp much over the centuries to destroy many children. He would use CD to launch an attack on the child this very night.
“Yes, Lord Destruction,” the ugly imp answered derisively. He hated children. He would do whatever it took to maim and destroy as many as possible. His body consisted of every childhood disease that had ever plagued the world. He was the embodiment of death for children and very good at his job.
“Set up your station under the child’s bed. Begin your destruction of the child tonight,” Destruction instructed shortly. “Hit the child with as many diseases as you can muster. We need to totally incapacitate this child before she can do any damage to our master’s kingdom.”
This child had been targeted from birth by the kingdom of darkness. Satan was present when pre-born spirit Margarette Ann entered the Chamber of Gifts and Talents. He was there again when she spoke with Almighty God prior to being sent to her Earth assignment. Satan was dedicated to ending her before she could begin to fulfill the destiny God had for her. Destruction was willing to help in whatever way he could.
“Anger … Abuse … Strife,” commanded Destruction. “Set up in the master bedroom, the kitchen, and the living room. You will all make your presence known tonight as well,” he ordered. “You are to keep the parents in a high state of anger and distract them from helping the child. We must take this child out now,” Destruction pointed out determinedly.
Angels Candol and Anka watched and listened from the upper corners of the child’s room as the demons set up for a concentrated attack. They had cloaked their position with a holy mantle so the demons could not detect their presence. Suddenly, with a brightness that would have caused a blind person to see, Archangel Michael entered their sheltered area. Immediately, any concerns they shared were calmed.
“Almighty God has dispatched me with a message for you. Fear not, angels of the Most High God, for I have this day touched the hearts of the members of the Community Church. Even now, they are praying for things they know not of. Be encouraged, for the attack will be ongoing but short-lived. It will not be to the death of any of the inhabitants of this house,” said Michael who disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
Immediately upon Michael’s departure, angels Candol and Anka began to pray for the Wells household. Their prayers joined the prayers of the twenty or so saints gathered at the Community Church of Summitville and also the prayers of the Intercessor and His angels in the Heavens.
Associate Pastor Dorothy Cooper wrapped up the impromptu Bible study as she prepared those gathered to pray for whatever was attempting to attack their little community.
“The Bible says in James 5:16 that the effectual, fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much. Brothers and sisters, we are the righteousness of God in Christ Jesus. Because of His saving grace we are able to come before the Throne of Grace with boldness and to seek the face of the Lord,” she preached. “Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need,” she concluded, motioning for the believers to come forward to pray around the altar. “Sister Lorene,” she said to the pianist, “please play some praying music for us.” She then gave a wry smile, knowing they were about to enter a heavy time of intercessory prayer.
Dorothy, or Dottie as most called her, had woken up at 3 a.m. with a strong urge to pray. The call was urgent! She almost leaped out of the bed when she realized what was going on. She felt an unsettling in her spirit but couldn’t put her finger on the reason.
At 3:15, her phone rang in the kitchen. Immediately, her heart dropped. Calls this early usually meant someone had died. She quickly went through her mind searching to see if anyone was ill or maybe a teenager was out driving somewhere. She couldn’t bring anything to mind.
“Hello,” she whispered tentatively, quickly answering the phone so as not to awaken her husband Earl who was a light sleeper anyway. Due to get up in about an hour, as hard as he worked, he didn’t need any early wake-up calls.
“Dottie, it’s me,” said the voice on the other end of the line.
“Me” was Clarice Mitchell, head intercessor at Summitville Community Church. Sister Mitchell had orchestrated many amazing prayer conferences over the past ten years. This woman of God was a strong intercessor. She knew how to touch the Throne of Grace.
When Dottie realized who it was, she became even more uneasy in her spirit. This was serious.
“Dottie, I had a vision. I saw legions of demons entering town. They were setting up camp to do some real damage,” Clarice retold her vision. “As the demons flew over town, they all gathered over one main area but I couldn’t tell what area it was,” Clarice continued. “But I did see the main demon, Dottie, Destruction,” Clarice warned.
Dottie quickly thought back in her prayer history. The last major call for prayer in this town was about ten years ago. It dealt with a busload of children returning from a field trip to Pittsburgh. Bad weather suddenly came up during tornado season and caught the bus on the highway.
God called the prayer warriors together two hours prior to the start of the tornado. They were able to touch the Throne of Grace to waylay the destruction sent to them. By the grace of God, none of the passengers on the bus had been seriously injured. They were all able to come home the very next day. But this …
Dottie sprang into action. “Clarice, pick me up. We’re going to the church.”
Dottie hung up the phone without saying anything else to Clarice. She got out her church directory, turned to the intercessor’s page, and started dialing.