We had a rough night last night. In fact, we’ve had a rough week. Ok, fine. It’s been a rough couple months. You get the point. But, the last couple weeks have been crazy. In the midst of an out-of-town family wedding, two plays my kids are in, work craziness, and all the normal day-to-day zaniness of a family of six in a one-bathroom house, one of our cats decided he was done using the litter box. Save your advice. We’ve heard it. We spent $400 treating him and giving him a vacation at the vet. We tried cage training him for a few hours. He threw his litter, food, water, and bed all over himself and gouged the bejeebers out of the wall he could reach from his cage. The long and short of it is this: We have neither the time, the money, nor the patience to deal with a cat that has gone plum crazy.
So, last night my wife and I came to the agonizing conclusion that this cat’s days in our house were numbered and the number was 1. Bedtime for the kids was approaching and I announced that they would need to say goodbye to the cat because he would be gone in the morning. However, trying to spare the little ones’ feelings, I fudged a little on what exactly would be happening. This sent my wife over the edge because she did not think I was going to lie to the kids. Basically, what we had was an extreme failure of communication and one massive spiritual attack coming on. In the old days, I wouldn’t have recognized the spiritual attack, but I’ve been training (through books and audio and video materials) with John Eldredge and the Ransomed Heart gang. Take my word for it. It got ugly — fast.
Once I recognized the spiritual attack, I called a halt and announced that Hobbes (our cat) would not be dying in the morning (God willing) because we were going to pray for him and see if God would heal our cat. So, we fought spiritually. And Satan got ticked.
That’s how you know if you’re praying right. If Satan isn’t mad, you’re not praying right. If foul and evil spirits start accusing, assaulting, and attacking you with fear, discouragement, exhaustion, headaches, distraction, deception, confusion, etc., etc., you are on to something. Don’t give up! The devil knows how dangerous you are. God knows how important you are to His kingdom (Joh 14:12). He has given you his name (Isaiah 43:7). God and Satan both know how important you are to the Kingdom of God. That’s why the evil one tries to make us forget who we are in Christ.
“You have a great name. He must kill your name before he can kill you.” – Gladiator
If he can get us to forget who we are, he can render us ineffective for the kingdom.
Unfortunately, I was almost taken out by this attack. All I had in me was the one prayer for the cat and some quick covering for my family and some pleas for mercy and grace. Thankfully, God had mercy on us and filled in what we lacked. My wife and I managed to talk through our communication issues and come to a peaceful resolution, if not exactly true unity.
This morning, I spent a good hour praying through a lot of stuff. And again, I’m pretty sure some demons got ticked off. So, I pressed in and kept praying. Things aren’t perfect and easy, but they are better. And, I know I’m on the right track. Why? Because the evil one and his buddies are mad.