Staking Longview Texas

Ray Coates is an active Christian minister and teacher. Although he isn’t a pastor, he helps tear down walls between groups and races. He speaks at all kinds of churches, often teaching classes on becoming debt-free. Everyone who knows Ray loves Ray. He is part of the Longview Clergy Coalition and also part of the Longview Area Interdenominational Ministerial Alliance. Dr. Glen Stone, lead pastor of Mobberly Baptist Church in Longview, got me connected with the local ministerial alliances. This is where I met Ray.

Ray had been trying for over two years to get the local pastors he was associated with to realize the importance of doing spiritual warfare. Nobody seemed to listen or understand. He decided to wait on God. Then I showed up.

I was invited to meet with two of the local groups that Ray is a part of, telling my story of the spiritual warfare stakes and explaining how I was now involved in spiritual warfare seminars. The next thing I knew, they had formed a Spiritual Warfare Committee for Longview, and I was being asked to help with it.

Ray coordinated beautifully, and I was the teacher for several area training sessions. The focus was on the power of God, of prayer, and of the Bible. Many different churches were involved, and word slowly got around that we were planning an event.

Everyone understood the need, since the crime rate has skyrocketed. (Sound familiar in your town, too?). Murder, rape, and robbery was way up, and gangs now infested our once-quiet city. Many live in fear. (Just the way Satan likes it.) We wanted to do something pro-active, Biblical, and personal.

There are 30 “gateways” or entrances into the city limits of Longview, TX, and we decided to put a spiritual warfare stake at each and every one.

Satan was doing everything he could to stop us. Some people planned to come, but simply forgot. Some who were very excited about this event were out of town. Some misunderstood the plan, showing up too late. Some had kids involved in special events. And to top it off, the weather turned cold–very cold. Would 19 degrees keep you away?

The plan was to meet at 9 a.m. and divide up into 30 teams. All the teams would leave at the same time and put out the stakes around Longview all at once. We didn’t want anyone to be alone, so that required at least 60 people–a monumental task when the weather had even turned against us. What happened? God delivered. Here is the group picture of the 80 who came!

Each team was given a packet containing a photo of the location including detailed directions and a red dot on the spot where the stake should be placed. There was also a page with all the verses printed for easy reference and sharing. Each group put the stake all the way in the ground–as far as a mallet can drive it, read the verses out loud, and prayed together. The prayer focused on protection for our city, the declaring that Jesus is Lord here, and an invitation for the Holy Spirit to fill Longview, preparing every unsaved person to receive Jesus and the gospel message.

Get ready, churches of Longview, because you might just be filled to the brim with visitors and new Christians!

Let’s watch and see what GOD does here now!

Steve Hemphill, author / inspirational speaker
“My Search for the Real Heaven”
(Also Available In Spanish)
“My Search for the Real Heaven Workbook”
“My Search for Prayers Satan Hates”
“What Are The Stakes?” (God Markers On the Land)

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I have been putting off writing this story. I had lots of other stories to share–exciting successes of folks all over the country who have shared their fears and problems with me and applied my biblical concepts in their lives. It’s really fun to feel like you are truly helping people.

This is different. Personal. Sobering. Please bear with me as I do my best to share this. I see it as a wake up call for me–and for you.

Sam (not his real name) grew up in a good Christian home with love and family. He had a successful father, a loving mother, and a sister. They went to church and did good things in their home town. The perfect American childhood, wanting for nothing, enjoying the love of family, and being actively involved in community.

Like most kids, Sam questioned some of the concepts his Pastor taught and recognized the hypocrites sitting near them in church. But he went to a good, Christian college and focused on his major–and the parties on campus. All this to say that he was a very typical millennial.

More and more, Sam became disjointed from church life. And more and more he saw discrepancies between the “Christian” lifestyle and the double-standard that seem to constantly rear it’s ugly head. One friend told him she was in her church choir and attended church services three times a week.

“So you are a Christian?” Sam asked her.

“No,” was the girl’s response. “I just go to church and sing in the choir.”

Sam was more confused than ever.

Then one of his favorite fishing buddies told him on one of their regular bass runs, “I’m gay.” This buddy of Sam’s was a very active Christian in his denomination.

Sam’s confusion escalated. “I’m not a Bible scholar,” he began, “but that’s just not right.”

These conversations–and others like them–caused Sam to think all Christians are a strange mixture of weirdness and confusion; laking focus, purpose, or even the ability to be in touch with the real world today.

This was where Sam was in his life when we met and began to study the Bible together. The first session was over four hours long. He felt so encouraged and changed. But he was fighting a past and a long list of connections to sin–including porn and other things. We must always remember that those things give Satan a right to be in your life.

We had studied together and texted back and forth for weeks. He had been to my home for a Bible study more than once. But this time he snapped.

His anger erupted, and he came at me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight squeeze. I have never felt that kind up strength up close. Although he was about my size (I’m 5′ 9″), he felt superhuman. As he wrapped his arms around me, I said out loud, “Get back in the Name of Jesus; leave me alone by the blood of Jesus.”

He let me go and went to the kitchen sink. He turned on the water and started throwing handfuls at me. But then he began to grab pots and pans and kitchen utensils, hurling them right at me–and I was only 10 feet away. Nothing at all ever hit me. Things flew by me on both sides, but I didn’t get a scratch. I picked up my cell phone and walked outside, dialing 911 for the first time in my life. As I talked to the 911 operator, I heard crash after crash inside my home. He flipped a baby grand piano by himself–it has taken about seven of us to set it up. He threw my furniture through large windows along the back of my home, he smashed our furniture. Glass was broken into such small pieces that it was a fine white powdery dust on the mantle and in the fabric of the carpet and couches.

Words can’t describe the scene when he was done. It was like living a nightmare. Family photos smashed and torn, keepsakes and nicknacks in pieces around the room. Memories seems to lie there among the ruins. But I was safe and “stuff” can be replaced. My worry was Sam. He needed prayers and help.

I looked at the timer on the phone call to 911 later. He did all that destruction in less than five minutes.

One of the police officers saw the mess and asked, “He did all this?”

“Yes.”

“What were you doing?”

“We were having a Bible study.”

Lord, please bless Sam with what he needs most of all. Help his family through the difficult task of helping Sam get better. Give them the professional help they need. And give Sam a heart willing to do what’s necessary to change and become more like Jesus. In Jesus Name, Amen.

Please pray for Sam. And please pray for me. In the war against Satan, ALL Christians are participants. Some are active; some are dormant. Everyone is supposed to be a missionary, sharing Jesus with those we meet. C.S. Lewis once said, “Every Christian is a missionary or an impostor.” Are you a missionary or an impostor?

Steve Hemphill, author / inspirational speaker
“My Search for the Real Heaven”
(Also Available In Spanish)
“My Search for the Real Heaven Workbook”
“My Search for Prayers Satan Hates”
“What Are The Stakes?”

Jesus is the Messiah

The Enemy Hates The Name Of Jesus

“The man shouted in a loud voice, ‘What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I command you in God’s name not to torture me!’” Mark 5:7 NCV

Several churches in my city combined their resources many years ago to create a local, non-denominational outreach to help the underprivileged. It’s called, “Caring & Sharing.” They serve over 1000 families per month primarily with food and clothing. Many volunteers from several local groups are involved with helping on a regular basis.

One day there was a problem with one of the applicants. This woman was anxious and quite upset; so much so that she starting yelling and causing a commotion. Some of the volunteers who were nearby tried to jump in and help, working to calm her. But it wasn’t helping.

One of the volunteers was a good friend of mine. She quickly came to try and calm the situation, dismissing the other workers and taking over. She talked quietly and softly as they were seated, assuring the woman that she would be served as quickly as possible. It began to work. Everything was improving until she said something that upset the lady.

“We love you,” she intoned. “We are going to make sure you are helped.”

The woman got quiet, nodding and settling down markedly.

“And Jesus loves you,” she continued.

At the name of Jesus, the woman went crazy. She jerked her head away quickly yelling and screaming, “No.”

At first the worker didn’t make the connection. She had been making progress until something had set the woman off. What was it?

The worker’s gentle calming voice again assured this woman that she would be taken care of.

“We love you,” she said again, “and Jesus loves you.”

It was the same automatic, frantic response from the woman in need. She screamed and yelled and moved away waving her arms in frustration.

That was it. The name of Jesus is offensive to people who have a demon.

The volunteer went on to tell me that she felt sure this woman was possessed. “It was almost like foaming at the mouth,” she explained, “It was that wild.”

“A man out of the crowd answered, ‘Teacher, I brought my mute son, made speechless by a demon, to you. Whenever it seizes him, it throws him to the ground. He foams at the mouth, grinds his teeth, and goes stiff as a board. I told your disciples, hoping they could deliver him, but they couldn’t.’”
Mark 9:17-18 The Message

Lord, deliver me from evil, but help me to help deliver others from evil, too. Many are possessed and need Your divine intervention. Tell me what to say and teach me what to do. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Bible-Based Thoughts Based On This Event:
Demons absolutely hate the name of Jesus Christ.

“What Are The Stakes?” (God Markers On the Land), by Steve Hemphill – Pages 14-15