Dottie threw open the doors of the church and rushed to the altar, the urge to pray great. She had called fifteen homes before Clarice picked her up. She knew it would be at least twenty minutes before the closest prayer warriors arrived. She knelt before the altar in anguish.
“God, you have hidden the reason from me for this great urge to pray. Lord, please help me pray by the power of Your Spirit for whatever need there is in this community.”
She knew the Lord had called them to pray for someone or something in their small community. She just didn’t know what. As Dottie cried out to the Lord, Clarice joined her. They both praised the Lord for guiding them and bringing the other prayer warriors safely to the church. The two women worshiped for about ten minutes before others began to file in. Some were still half asleep. All were more than willing to assemble together to pray.
Dottie went to the podium and opened her Bible for a word as she prepared those gathered to pray.
Abuse entered the room silently. He looked to Strife who gleefully gave him the nod to have his way with this family. Abuse wrapped his tentacle-like arms around Albert’s shoulders.
“That screaming is driving me crazy …” Albert shouted to the atmosphere in the room as Insanity took over his mind. Darkness clouded Albert’s mind like a shroud. He couldn’t think. All he knew was that he wanted the screaming to stop.
“I can’t take this anymore …” Abuse whispered into Albert’s ear.
“I can’t take this anymore …” shouted Albert as he strode toward the bed.
Another pain tore through Emma, rendering her helpless to calm Margarette Ann. She saw the desperate look on her husband’s face as though through a fog. Another pain hitting her with the force of a train slamming into a car caused her to faint.
Margarette Ann screamed deliriously. She struggled to get away from those eyes, those ugly red, yellow, and green eyes that were everywhere, but she couldn’t.
Albert reached the side of the bed where his little girl lay. He looked down at his tormentor, the one causing him so much pain right now.
“This screaming has to stop …” Anger and Abuse whispered into his ears simultaneously. Destruction laughed in the background. He would win this battle. This little girl would not preach about Him, not if Destruction could help it.
“This … screaming … has … to … stop!” Albert yelled as he picked up a pillow.
Sister Lorene Wagner started playing the piano. At first she played softly. Suddenly, the impulse to play songs about the blood of Jesus and victory came upon her.
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the Blood of Jesus.
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the Blood of Jesus.
How precious is that flow,
That makes me white as snow,
No other fount’ I know,
Nothing but the Blood of Jesus.
I know it was the blood,
I know it was the blood,
I know it was the blood for me.
One day when I was lost,
Jesus died on the cross, and
I know it was the blood for me.
The Blood that Jesus shed for me,
Way back on Calvary,
The Blood that gives me strength,
From day to day
It will never lose its power.
The voices of the saints filled the sanctuary of the Community Church. Unknown to those gathered, the sound of their singing amplified throughout the community into the farmland surrounding the church.
Angels of the Most High God joined in the much-loved choruses, causing the songs to have more volume than the small group of people could give them. The songs reverberated through the town to the little farmhouse that housed Albert, Emma, and Margarette Ann Wells and their unwelcome guests, the demons from the throne of darkness.
Candol and Anka, Margarette Ann’s guardian angels, were joined by hundreds of angels sent by the worship of the saints. They shined brightly as the prayers strengthened the angels as well as the occupants of the house.
Albert looked from the pillow to the face of his daughter over and over. Why did he have this pillow? Why was Margarette Ann screaming? What was wrong with Emma?
Over and over these questions came to his mind but he couldn’t make a decision.
“Shut that blasted singing out of here!” cursed Destruction.
The din of the saints and angels singing those songs about the blood and victory caused his flunkies to lose their concentration. Many of them held their hands over their ears to block out that dreadful singing.
Destruction rose out of the house to see what was going on. He couldn’t believe his devilish eyes! Everywhere he looked, angels of the Most High God, in their full splendor, were singing the songs he hated about that nobody Jesus and His blood.
“You will not win!” he shouted at the angels, shaking his fists at them for emphasis. “This is my territory! This is my time, blast you!” he cursed at the loudly singing angels.
He flew back into the house in time to see Candol and Anka laying their hands on Margarette Ann to soothe her. Mischief and Fright were chained in the corner. CD had been thrown out of the house into the middle of the sleeping cornfield.
Albert looked at his peacefully sleeping daughter. He looked at the pillow and said to no one in particular, “Let me put this under her little head.”
Emma stirred as another contraction hit. Warily, she called to Albert, “Honey, I need to go to the hospital; my water broke.”
Albert rushed to her side, not quite sure what had gone on. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” He remembered flashes of the past hour or so but couldn’t remember how it started.
“Nooo!” yelled Destruction. Yet again, he knew he had lost. The angels of the Lord advanced on him threateningly.
“No, this is my time, I tell you. This is my time. She’s mine,” he whimpered as the angels of the Lord forced him and his demons to leave through the walls and floors.
“Victory is mine, victory is mine,
Victory today is mine!
I told Satan ‘Get thee behind!’
Victory today is mine!”
The saints at Summitville Community Church rejoiced as the burden lifted. The prayer warriors danced around the altar as the sun came up. Another battle won for the glory of God!