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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?”


“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?”


“A Gentile woman who lived there came to him, pleading, ‘Have mercy on me, O Lord, Son of David! For my daughter is possessed by a demon that torments her severely.’” Matthew 15:22 NLT

I was recently invited to speak at a men’s conference designed to encourage those dedicated to serving in church leadership. There were about two hundred in attendance from two states and about fifty churches. It was a great honor. I was one of only two speakers on the program of this all-day event. I spent the first session sharing the exciting things I found in the Bible about heaven, which led to my first book, “My Search for the Real Heaven,” and the second on thoughts from my newest release, “ My Search for Prayers Satan Hates.”

In all my travels I have never charged anyone a speaking fee. Don’t get me wrong—I don’t turn down money. I have bills like everyone else. But I have never charged, and I never know when I accept an invitation to come speak whether they are going to pay me or not, or even whether they will help with expenses. I just made the decision long ago to simply trust that God will take care of that stuff. I just ask if I can set up a table with my resource materials in the back and make them available to anyone interested. It always seems to work out. It’s all about faith, right?

It was no different at this event. I had a small table set up in the foyer, and went there to greet folks after I was finished. I love people, and was busy meeting many of them in the lobby when a tall, shy-acting man slipped up quietly and stood patiently nearby. When I had a short break he slipped up and introduced himself, asking to speak privately when the event was over. I readily agreed, and instructed him to hang around so we could be alone for a visit. He did.

“I need to tell you about my daughter,” he began. “We have three children that we home school, and she is the oldest. She is ten years old now, but she was only seven when her personality suddenly changed—for the worse. She started saying things that were mean, ugly, even sinister. She might say to her brother, ‘I’m going to take a knife and cut you,’ and to her sister, ‘I’m going to burn you.’ She even said, “I’m going to kill you.” We were all shocked since she had never talked like that. And where were these evil ideas coming from? We home school!”

“We sat her down and began to question her,” he continued. “It took time, patience, and focused questioning, but she finally said something about those words coming from ‘Legba.’ Who is ‘Legba,’ we asked, and she finally explained that Legba was the one who came and sat at the foot of her bed every night, watching her while she slept. Obviously, we were shocked and terrified to hear this. It was demonic. We didn’t know who to tell—or much less—what to do. Would people think we were crazy?”

They were desperate. And they felt infinitely unqualified to remedy the situation. They finally decided to share the problem with their minister. He was very kind and understanding, and had just read my book on demons, prayer, and spiritual warfare, “My Search for Prayers Satan Hates.” So they laid hands on the girl and prayed about this whole situation.

“Things definitely got better,” he told me. That had been three years ago when the little girl was about seven. “But there still times we have been worried.”

“How are things now,” I asked. “OK,” he said, but there are still problems, and it seems to have been getting a little worse lately. I love your idea of staking out the property with tent stakes covered in Bible verses, but I don’t have any money to buy them.”

“Here,” I said handing him a set, “they are free to you. Let me know how it goes.”

He thanked me and we parted.

The next morning after I spoke in a Bible class and in their worship service I met his wife and the little girl. The girl came up while her mother and I were talking and rudely interrupted with some petty complaint. Her mother—in a rather irritated fashion—reminded her that she was the mom and that she was busy talking. The girl obeyed, but was obviously angry about something.

I thought a lot about this girl and Legba on my return home. Children are innocent. Children trust. And children are inquisitive. I wondered what the girl thought when she saw someone (or something) at the foot of her bed the first time. How do children usually respond? She might sit up and say, “What’s your name?” And she probably did. And how might the demons respond in an effort to gain her trust? “My name is Legba, what’s your name?”

I went on home Sunday afternoon, and went to bed early after such an eventful weekend. I was very tired.

But I awoke suddenly in the middle of the night and sat up in bed. I had been dreaming and realized that I needed to call the little girl’s father and get him to ask her three questions. I didn’t hear an audible voice, and I wasn’t at all afraid. I can’t explain it. I just knew I had to get him to do that.

The one other time this had happened in my life I had been praying about how to put my heaven book together, deciding on the chapter titles and the order the information should be presented in. I felt completely unqualified to organize and write a book, so I prayed for God to help me get things in the right order. One night at three in the morning I woke up. It was like I was listening to a recording of a long list of very specific things. I listened, it finished, and I started to doze off. It started over. I listened again, it finished again, and I started to doze again. When it began the third time, I realized I needed to get up and write it down. It was a list of the titles of the chapters and the order I needed to put them.

I realized in this case that I needed to call the man the next day and get him to ask his daughter three specific questions. But I was very sleepy and very tired from the weekend trip, so, although I had never done this before, I said, “Lord, I’m really tired. I promise I’ll do this tomorrow if you will just remind me, OK?” Looking back, I can’t believe I did that to the Lord of the universe, but I did. I talk to Him now like He’s my best friend. Then I lay back down in the bed and went to sleep.

The next morning when I awoke, I had no memory of the dream. I ate breakfast and went straight to the hospital because a friend was having surgery. I prayed with them and then sat in the waiting room with the family and friends waiting for the report from the doctor. I was there most of the morning, and my friend’s prognosis was excellent. (Prayer still works.)

When I finally sat down at my computer it was about noon. I had no sooner sat down before I remembered my dream and felt a sense of urgency to call the father and get him to ask the girl three questions. I reached for a blank piece of paper and said out loud, “What were the questions?”

I had just gotten my pen and paper ready and uttered those words and the three questions immediately came to me:

1. Did Legba touch her?
2. Did Legba give her anything?
3. Did Legba introduce her to anyone?

I got the father’s number from the minister at his church. It was a little after noon when I dialed their home phone number. He picked up on the first ring.

“I had a dream last night,” I quickly explained. “God gave me three very specific questions you need to ask your daughter. Please get a pen to write them down word for word.” He did, and said they would ask her immediately and call me right back.

Five minutes later my phone rang and it was the dad. “We asked her the questions just as you instructed,” he began. “Legba didn’t ever touch her or give her anything, but when we asked if he introduced to her anyone she said, ‘Yes. All his friends.’”

“That’s not good,” I said, “she’s talking about other demons.”

“That’s not all,” the father continued, “she also said that Legba invited her to go with him to ‘Funland.’”

“What’s ‘Funland,’” we asked.

“I don’t know,” the girl responded, “I never went. But I thought it was something like an amusement park.”

Then we asked her, “Honey, do you remember when the preacher came over and prayed with you about all this?”

“Yes,” she quickly said, “And after that prayer Legba couldn’t talk anymore. He still came and sat at the foot of my bed every night to watch me sleep, but he couldn’t speak.”

“Did he ever leave?,” the dad asked.

“Yes,” answered the girl. “One night I realized that since he couldn’t talk to me anymore he was going to start talking to my little sister in the other bed. That made me mad, so I sat up and said, ‘No. Leave my sister alone. You need to go now.’ And that’s when he finally left.”

Notice that the demon left when the little girl got angry and told him to go.

After hearing this additional information, I knew they needed to ask the girl one more question. “Write this down,” I told the father. “There’s one more question you need to ask her. Be sure to word it exactly as I relate it to you: Is there a magic word or secret way she can always go to Funland?”

“I’ll call you right back,” came the fatherly reply.

Five minutes later he called right back.

“We asked her exactly as you instructed: ‘Is there a magic word or secret way you can always go to Funland?’”

When we asked her this question she looked down at the floor for a very long time. We waited patiently, giving her space, but determined to get the answer. Finally she looked up and said with fear on her face, “Yes, Daddy, but I’m not allowed to tell you.”

Why would a 10-year-old girl tell her own parents she was “Not allowed” to tell them something. I realized immediately that the demon had threatened her in some specific way. He instructed her that it was a well-guarded secret and that if she revealed it he would do something harmful to her, her sister, or her family. It was the only thing that made sense.

Somewhere in this discussion the father let me know that the girl had become interested in being baptized.

“Good,” I said. “Tell her you can’t be baptized and hold one hand up out of the water. It’s all or nothing with God. If you don’t get this out of her now, it could haunt her for the rest of her life.”

At last report, their preacher had helped this family by meeting with the little girl and trying to get her to come clean so to speak. Whatever the demon had threatened was causing this girl to hide something from her own parents.

As a follow up note, I shared this story with a pastor I knew well. The next day he texted me the link to a web site dedicated to the worship of Legba. It stated that Legba was a demon in charge of “openings, doorways, communication, and tricks.” It also said he, “Makes things happen in all sorts of humorous, unexpected, impossible sorts of ways.” It informed of his “colors:” “white in Rada and red in Petro.” It invited you to decorate his altar with red and white candles. It went on to describe specific acts of worship to Legba that involved pennies and chicken sacrifices. Let me tell you, folks: evil is real. Very real. And evil is after our children.

Lord, I praise You as the giver of dreams and solver of problems and lover of little of children. Please deliver this girl and her family from evil. Help her family and support group have the right things to say at the right moment so this won’t haunt her the rest of her life. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Bible-Based Thoughts Based On This Event:
Demons can invade a Christian’s own home.
Demons can sometimes target innocent children.
Demons can communicate with innocent children.
Demons can use threats to control innocent children.
Demons strategize, leaving a way allowing their return.
Innocent children can effectively command a demon to leave.
Demons can have their communication bound through prayer.

“What Are The Stakes?” by Steve Hemphill – Pages 127 – 136

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I was speaking to a non-denominational church in Oklahoma. I taught on spiritual warfare and the Spiritual Warfare Stakes.

During my lesson, I noticed an older woman (perhaps in her 70s) softly crying on the second row. There were tears running down her cheeks.

I expressed to the group that I was uncomfortable sharing these stories, since they didn’t jive well with my very conservative background. I’m the LAST guy they should be hearing miracle stories from.

After the lesson, this lady came straight up to me.

“Thank you for having the courage to share this,” she began. “This is real. The enemy is real. Over 40 years ago, when my son was only 11, he started having night terrors, bad dreams, or demonic dreams, whatever you want to call them. They went on for weeks. It was at the same time every night. The procedure was the exact same every single night. He would wake up at the exact same time on the clock screaming and crying out for me. I would jump up, run to his room, scoop him into my arms, and–though he was already 11 years old and his feet almost drug the floor, I would rock him and softly sing church music.”

This reminded me immediately of Saul’s harassment from evil spirits. When they would come on him, David would be called to come and sing praise songs–some of the psalms–until the evil spirits departed.

“When the evil spirit from God troubled Saul, David would take his harp and play. Then the evil spirit would leave him, and Saul would feel better.” 1 Samuel 16:23 NCV

“Once my son settled down and began to relax in my arms,” the woman continued, “I would take him back to his bed to tuck him in, and then return to my bed.”

“This went on for weeks, and he began to be afraid to go to sleep. So one night, after I had him settled him down and tucked in, instead of returning to my own bed, I went back to the rocker to pray.”

“Lord,” I began, “We can’t keep this up. Please tell me what to do. …”

“After saying these words,” she said, “I looked up from my rocker and saw a large, black demon with piercing red eyes sitting on our dining table staring right at me, and I immediately knew what to do. I went and got some oil, and I put it on every entrance to our home–every window and every door–praying as I went for the protection I knew we needed from God against the enemy and his forces.”

“My son never had another bad dream.”

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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A friend of mine told a former witch about my Spiritual Warfare Stakes.

This woman had practiced witchcraft for many years. Her children were raised and reared during the time she was casting spells as a witch deeply involved in the occult–a demonic liaison. After the kids were grown and gone from home, now living their own confused and messed-up lives, she and her husband found Jesus Christ. They had walked away from that evil life and all it’s demonic practices. They had named Jesus as their Lord and Savior, been baptized, and were regularly and actively involved in a non-denominational church only about 45 minutes from my house.

This lady understood the importance of prayer, the Word of God, and protection from demons. She got the stakes and, working together, installed them deep in the ground on the four corners of her property with her husband’s help. Satan hates it when you leave his domain (darkness) and turn to God’s (light and truth). Little did she know that this would stir up evil against her.

The very night after placing the stakes around her home, as the clock stuck midnight, strange things began to happen. Angry noises and banging from the attic above their bed and on the roof caused her and her husband to awake in a start.

“I knew what it was,” she explained soberly, “I had been involved in the occult for many years. It was demonic. But that didn’t make it any less scary.”

She and her husband knew they were under attack, so their hit their knees in prayer together by the side of their bed. They prayed through the night, seeking God’s supernatural protection and deliverance from the evil they knew had them surrounded.

She was thoughtful of me, waiting until seven a.m. the next morning to give me a call seeking advice.

“I’m sorry for calling so early, but I need your help,” she began, “we installed the stakes yesterday and then had a problem in the night.”

She explained the strange occurrences.

“Did we do something wrong?” she inquired?

“No,” I quickly responded. “That happens when there is something somewhere on the property that dishonors God, honors Satan, or gives allegiance to some foreign God. Can you think of anything like that you have in your home?”

“Oh my goodness,” came her answer, “I still have all my books of spells and witchcraft!”

“You need to burn those,” I instructed.

“You are right,” she readily responded, “I didn’t even think of that.”

They did. They burned all her occult materials. And for two weeks, everything was fine all through each night.

I’m beginning to learn that demons don’t always come back to the same homes on their route every single night. It can often be days, weeks, or even months between visits or manifestations.

So it happened again about two weeks later. Same attacks, same sounds, same noises, and same responsive prayers by the edge of the bed with her husband on his knees at her side.

Again, she was kind enough to wait until about seven a.m. the next morning rather than calling me in the middle of the night. (I am a sound sleeper, and even though I might talk and respond in the night, I won’t remember the event the next morning.)

“What’s the next step?,” she asked urgently. “We burned all my books on witchcraft just as you instructed. Though they were paper, certain pages wouldn’t burn, so we chopped those up into small pieces, and buried them far away from our property. But the noises and attacks came again last night. So what is the next step?” she asked again?

“The next step,” I replied, “is to pray to God that He will reveal to you what it is that dishonors Him that is still on the property somewhere. It might be something you forgot about, something buried on the property, or even something hidden somewhere in the house that is evil, giving demons the right to be there. Tell God that you will destroy it if He will only reveal it to You, and He WILL show you what it is.”

“OK,” she answered. Then she hung up the phone.

That evening before bed, she prayed with her husband asking God to reveal the item or items dishonoring Him, promising to remove and destroy it if He would. Then they went to bed.

And she had a dream.

In the dream, there was another book on witchcraft that she had forgotten she had. It was under a couch in a guest bedroom. In the dream, the couch would fly up off the floor several feet in the air, and then come crashing down, only to repeat this procedure over and over.

Many times we dream, but have no memory of the details of the dream when we awake. But she woke up and remembered every detail. She hurried into that bedroom and bent to look underneath. Sure enough, there was another book of witchcraft there that she had forgotten she had.

She burned it, and the strange nocturnal happenings stopped for God.

Never forget, God is still on the throne, He still uses dreams when He wants to, prayer still works, and He is willing to reveal evil objects around your home if you are willing to destroy them to honor Him.

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

Demonic Dreams


Demonic Nightmares

”When an evil spirit leaves a person, it goes into the desert, seeking rest but finding none.” Matthew 12:43 NLT

Honestly, because of my very conservative Christian background, I went home and thought, “How am I going to write this story and not look weird to all of my friends?”

I got a call one day from a teacher. “Is it true,” she began, “that your next book is about demons and prayer and spiritual warfare?”

‘Yes,” I replied, “Why?”

“Then I’ve got to come talk to you right now,” she continued. “Can I come over?”

“Sure. Come on over.”

When she arrived, you could almost see the fear in her bloodshot eyes. We sat in the living room and her story came spilling out.

She had been on a mission trip with her church to a foreign country. After she returned, she had demonic nightmares. This had never occurred before in her life. They were very real, extremely frightening, and gave her the feeling of being violated in every possible way. She woke up in terrified a cold sweat and remembered every awful detail. Then she was too frightened to go back to sleep. In the low light in her room when she awoke, she could see figures in the darkness—not clearly, but absolutely present and demonic. She couldn’t feel safe in her home anymore, and was exhausted from the lack of sleep. “What should I do?” she demanded.

Much later I discovered that Job 4:13-17 revealed a demonic encounter that was exactly what she had described:

“It came to me in a disturbing vision at night, when people are in a deep sleep. Fear gripped me, and my bones trembled. A spirit swept past my face, and my hair stood on end. The spirit stopped, but I couldn’t see its shape. There was a form before my eyes. In the silence I heard a voice say, ‘Can a mortal be innocent before God? Can anyone be pure before the Creator?’” Job 4:13-17 NLT

Keep in mind that Satan is called the accuser:

“The accuser of our brothers and sisters, who accused them day and night before our God, has been thrown down.” Revelation 12:10

So here we have an “Accusing” by a demonic entity.

I really didn’t know what to suggest, but could feel her desperation, and my mind raced through everything I knew, looking for some tidbit that might help. Without really thinking, I asked, “Did you bring anything back with you?”

She thought for a moment and then answered, “Two things. A brochure about one of the local gods worshipped there, and a letter from a lady I studied the Bible with.”

“What did the letter say,” I inquired.

She hesitated, then answered, “Well,” she began, “It said, ‘Thanks for coming, but Buddha is the true God, Your God is not the true God.”

“OK,” I replied, “I have two suggestions for you if you’re willing.”

“I’ll do anything,” she answered, “At this point, I’m scared to go to sleep.”

“First,” I began, “Burn the brochure about the local god. And, burn the letter from the woman.”

“Second,” I continued, “stake out your place.” Since she lived in an apartment, and didn’t own the property, I encouraged her to stand the stakes in the four most remote corners. She complied. Then she prayed for God to make her home a place of peace, privacy, and safety from all evil in the Name of Jesus Christ.

The nightly episodes of terror abruptly stopped. Problem solved by the Word of God.

Lord thank You for the power of Your word and your promises. Thank You for protecting and providing. Please make my home a place of peace and safety just like You did for her. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Bible-Based Thoughts Based On This Event:
Demons can act today just as they did in ancient times.
Demons may attach themselves to literature on demonic gods.
Demons can be persistent, returning to the same place night after night.
Demons may attach to seemingly innocent items that can be given to you.
God’s Word can protect you from continual nocturnal demonic harassment.

Demonic Nightmares Returned

”When an evil spirit comes out of a person, it travels through dry places, looking for a place to rest, but it doesn’t find it. So the spirit says, ‘I will go back to the house I left.’” Matthew 12:43-44 NCV

The most comfortable place for a demonic spirit, I have learned, is the place where it’s already been. A familiar spirit desires greatly to go back where it has been. Which also coincides with the fact that bad habits are hard to break. There’s a definite connection between the human tendency to relapse and the spiritual being to revisit familiar territory and continue to entice you to experience and enjoy evil.

The lady I just described who had experienced her terrifying nightmares coming to an end called me back one day. “The nightmares are back,” she began in a panic. What did I do wrong?”

“Tell me about them,” I inquired. She did, and it was much the same as before. Same verbiage. Same fear. Same panic. The exact same desperation was in her voice. She had lay in her bed with every light on, trembling with panic, waiting for morning to dawn so she could call me and ask what to do.

My first thought found voice: “Did you have any visitors in your home yesterday?” I asked.

There was a moment of silence—like it hadn’t dawned on her that another human could bring a demon into her personal, protected territory.

“Yes,” she said very softly; as if the event was replaying in her mind like a familiar movie, “Just one,” she concluded.

When she didn’t continue with any details, I asked gently, “Who was it?”

“A man I’ve been seeing.” She spoke this softly, too, as if she really knew deep down that this man might not be of the highest character. But lonely people don’t always use wisdom as they search for a companion, do they?

Not wanting to get too personal, but sensing that this individual was the root of her new problem, I gently asked, “Was there any physical contact?”


“That’s the problem,” I responded. “You invited evil in by inviting a person in who is personally involved in evil. And your physical contact with him—however innocent it might have been—also invited the unseen evil on him right into your place of safety. And it’s not safe right now.

“What do I do?”

“Sever contact with the man,” I suggested, “and clean up the house again, just like you did before. Ask God to forgive you and to give you discernment for this in the future.”

All this she did, plus she added an additional set of stakes, a prayer sticker on her car, and prayers stickers on every window and door.

Early the next morning I texted her. “How did you sleep?”

“Great,” she quickly replied. “It worked.” Then she thanked me. Then I thanked God, the Great Protector.

Lord sometimes I return to the evil thing I thought I had learned to avoid. Forgive me—again. Cleanse me from the inside out—again. And help me to do better in the future. Fill me with Your Spirit, and lead me closer to You each day. I don’t want anything in my life to separate me from You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Bible-Based Thoughts Based On This Event:
Demons sometimes go right back to where they just came from.
Demons that have been expelled for a time are still near, hoping to return.
Demons can attach themselves to people who are actively participating in evil.
Demons attached to evil people who penetrate and invade the defenses
of a protected person can then remain inside those defenses.
Demons can be expelled a second time (after re-invasion).

“What Are The Stakes?” (God Markers On The Land), by Steve Hemphill – Pages 17 – 20

New Stakes

A friend called me one day. He had discovered I was writing on Spiritual Warfare.

“I heard your next book is on spiritual warfare and prayer,” he began. “I have a friend who is not a Christian,” he continued. “He has a spiritual warfare issue going on. Would you talk to him? It might be a chance to bring him to Christ.”

“Sure,” I responded, and he set up the meeting.

“I have demons on my property.”

I didn’t know how to help with that. Raised in a very conservative church group, I had no experience in this area. I didn’t know if they were real demons or imagined ones, but they were real to Bill. That was evident because of his next statement.

“I’m getting ready to commit suicide,” he continued, “but I wanted to talk to you first.”

Talk about pressure. …

Now I HAD to come up with something, so I began to pray as Bill continued to talk. “Lord, he’s not a Christian, and he’s talking about suicide. Tell me what to say. How do I stop this?”

Deuteronomy 6 popped into my mind immediately after praying.

“You must commit yourselves wholeheartedly to these commands that I am giving you today. Repeat them again and again to your children. Talk about them when you are at home and when you are on the road, when you are going to bed and when you are getting up. Tie them to your hands and wear them on your forehead as reminders. Write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.” Deuteronomy 6:6-9 New Living Translation

Doors and gates protect. God’s Word protects better.

We put Bible verses on tent stakes and hammered them all the way into the ground on the four corners of his property. He claimed that the atmosphere changed. I know his attitude changed. He and his wife became Christians the next week, naming Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior, and putting Him on in baptism.

Honestly, my first thought (because of my conservative background) was, “How am I going to write this story without looking weird to all of my friends?”

This led to other “stake stories.” But I’ll share them in future posts.

But now I understood why atheists, agnostics, and satanists want the ten commandments removed: they are a symbol of God’s authority and power on the land. They can’t STAND that. Because they know that God’s Word is STILL powerful.

The entire story and connected events are related in “My Search for Prayers Satan Hates,” and in “What Are The Stakes?” by Steve Hemphill. The subtitle of “What Are The Stakes?” is “God Markers On The Land.”

Prayer IS The Battle


Now What?

Now we come to the part I don’t hear anyone talking about. Once you’re dressed in your armor, what next? Let’s look back at the Guidebook (the Bible):

“Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion.” Ephesians 6:18a (nlt)

“Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all believ- ers everywhere.” Ephesians 6:18b (not)

“And pray for me, too. Ask God to give me the right words so I can boldly explain God’s mysterious plan that the Good News is for Jews and Gentiles alike.” Ephesians 6:19 (not)

Lord, what do you want me to learn from this? Have I misun- derstood prayer? Often in the past I have used prayer as a last resort to my struggles. Does this teach me that prayer is what I need to be doing as I face every new obstacle?…

Prayer IS the Battle

Three times in the next two verses we are instructed to pray! Pray all the time (verse 18a). is goes along with the com- mand in 1 essalonians 5:17: “Pray without ceasing.” I pray all the time. I pray when I drive (with my eyes open), when I go to sleep, and when I wake up. I pray when I’m worried (don’t you?), when I have a sick friend, and when my children have me con- cerned. Never stop praying. Once you’re dressed for battle, hit your knees. at’s truly where the real battle lies.

Lord, thank You for opening my eyes to where the true battle is. Please remind me of this until I learn to make it a habit in my daily life. Nudge me when I forget and try to solve my problems without Your input. In Jesus’s name, amen.

“My Search for Prayers Satan Hates,” by Steve Hemphill – Pages 28 – 29


Prayer Made the Difference

“When Job prayed for his friends, the Lord restored his fortunes. In fact, the Lord gave him twice as much as before!”
Job 42:10 NLT

I own a copier business in Longview, Texas. We also serve Mt. Pleasant. One day, I got a call from a ministry outreach there who had recently leased a new machine on a 3-year lease. Steve was quite upset on the phone, and wanted his machine picked up as soon as possible. He said, “your salesman promised that we could cancel this lease at any time, so I’m calling now to get it picked up.” I took down his number, and promised to locate his paperwork and call right back.

I discovered he was 6 months into a 3-year lease, and that he was 4 payments behind.

In addition, he owed us over $300.00 in service and supply charges. It seemed obvious to me that he was in a bind financially, but there wasn’t much I could do at that moment. We had already been paid by the leasing company, and he owed them the balance of the payments.

I returned his call, armed with this new information, and was greeted by a rather cold response. I apologized that he had the misconception that he could cancel at any time, because we go to great lengths to train our salespeople NOT to say that. However, since I was now aware that he needed out, I promised to make every effort to find someone else to take over the payments for him, thus relieving him of the obligation. He then asked what I was going to do for him “today”. I suggested that all I could do “today” was recommend that he catch up on his payments, since he was 4 payments behind.

His response was curt and rude. He said, “I have already talked to my lawyer about your salesman’s promise, and he said that it was definitely a verbal contract. So you will be hearing from my lawyer SOON!”

“O.K.”, I said. “But before we hang up and you go see your lawyer … you’re in the ministry, right?” “Right”, he said. I asked if we could pray about it together on the phone before we hung up. He said, “… o k …”. I have been in situations before where conflict was involved and he other person offered to pray, and they prayed a very condescending prayer. So I said, “I’ll tell you what, I will start the prayer and you can finish it.” He agreed.

“Dear God,” I prayed, “please bless Steve in his ministry work there in Mt. Pleasant. I feel like he is in some financial trouble right now, and I pray that whatever you want him to learn from this that he will learn QUICKLY, so that his life, his work, and his ministry can be a blessing to you. And if I have done anything wrong or unfairly, I pray that you will put it on my heart to make that right. In Jesus Name, … “.

There was a short pause, then I heard Steve quietly say, “God, … I agree with everything he said. In Jesus Name, Amen.”
I never heard from Steve again, OR his lawyer. And he paid us for the toner. Prayer worked … again.

Lord, whenever I’m confronted with a new problem help me to make prayer my first response instead of my last. Give me wisdom in those moments and a reminder to seek Your will. In Jesus Name, Amen.

“My Search for Prayers Satan Hates” by Steve Hemphill – Pages 103 – 104


Note: Real name changed to protect the guilty.

Burger King isn’t exactly the place you expect to find an atheist, but they are cropping up in all kinds of unexpected places, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I found one there or rather, one found me. I have discovered, sadly, that when someone sees you in this day and time reading your Bible in a public place like Burger King, they assume you are a preacher. It had happened on several occasions, but on this one particular day, it was a quite different experience—scary, to be exact.

Usually when people saw me reading the Scriptures and chose to speak to me about studying God’s word, they’d say, “Where do you preach?”

I would politely say, “I’m not a preacher, I’m just a businessman.”

Oftentimes, they would get a funny look on their face, like it was the strangest thing they ever saw, in a shocked sort of way they would ask, “Why are you reading the Bible?” I would respond that I was preparing to teach a Bible class or that I was working on Bible thoughts to put on my prayer web site called Prayer Thoughts (at That would be it. But this particular day was quite different. I’ll never forget it.

I was sitting in a booth, my regular spot in the corner, a place by the window with plenty of light for reading. An elderly gentleman with long, white curly hair plopped down in my booth before I even saw him coming and sat right across from me. He looked a little like the pictures of the genius Albert Einstein, but without the mustache. He smiled and greeted me in a quite friendly fashion and said, “Where do you preach?”

So far, nothing unexpected, considering my track record of at least one or two people asking me the same question every week. I had developed this habit of early-morning Bible study alone and had practiced it religiously for about seven years. I offered my standard answer, “I’m not a preacher,” but this didn’t lead to the logical and normal line of questioning that so often had followed this mundane beginning. In fact, I don’t even think he heard me answer. He started telling me about a Bible story that I was familiar with, and then he made some observations about that particular story.

I sat there, a little shocked at this unexpected turn of events, but slowly began to tune in to the points he was making about the passage. This was my second shock: he was wrong about the events in the story, and his recounting of the “facts” in the selected story had resulted in some equally incorrect deductions.

When he finally paused to take a breath, I politely opened my Bible to the passage and read the details that he had misquoted and misapplied. This led him to attempt to begin an argument, which I was not about to engage in, given the bizarre circumstances surrounding the entire event. As his lips moved, an epiphany jolted my brain, reminding me of a passage I had just been studying and welling in my mind as an unexpected opportunity to test the biblical teaching from that passage.
I had just been reading two passages that teach that if a person can’t verbalize the statement “Jesus is Lord,” that person has a spirit other that the Holy Spirit. In other words, they have a demon or a demon spirit:

“This is how we know if they have the Spirit of God: If a person claiming to be a prophet acknowledges that Jesus Christ came in a real body, that person has the Spirit of God” (1 John 4:2-3, NLT).

“No one speaking by the Spirit of God will curse Jesus, and no one can say Jesus is Lord, except by the Holy Spirit” (1 Corinthians 12:3, NLT).

The thought that exploded in my brain said, Test this Bible teaching. Ask this man if Jesus is Lord. I had never done this in my life, but I’ve done it many times since, and several times the answer that came was shocking. So, I thought, here I go.
Dr. Smith was a retired professor from a major secular university out in the west. “Excuse me, Dr. Smith,” I said, “is Jesus Lord?” What happened next was so surprising and so rapid-fire that even now I have chills up and down my spine thinking about what he said and did.

First of all, he leaped up from our booth there at Burger King. In fact, his exit was so fast that my mind had trouble processing it, like the blurry feet of Wylie Coyote as he gears up for chasing the Road Runner. Dr. Smith was in his late sixties or early seventies, so the shock I felt from this explosion of movement was considerable.

The next thing I noticed was his demeanor. His angry look, clinched jaw, gritting teeth, hunched back, and index finger pointing right in my face all caused me to feel what I can only describe as utter shock. Then his words reached my ears, and my brain began to process the loud, audible response, “No—who is Jesus anyway?” came through those gritting teeth. “Who is God?” he continued. “I don’t know who that is.”

As I look back on it now, I realize how intricately the Holy Spirit of God was leading me to the right—or best—words at that exact moment. This revelation lead me to a surprising response from Dr. Smith, and the end result is that I’m much better prepared for the battle between good and evil, the great spiritual battle between Satan and God.

I looked up at his face—only inches from my own—and smiled. Then I said, “I’m going to pray for you that one day you will know Jesus as Lord.”

His quick response to this new idea was a scream—right there in Burger King—as every head turned to look. “No. Don’t pray for me.”

Now I spoke softly right to him. I leaned in closer and smiled, saying, “I will.”

He turned around and stomped through the exit. He ran out to his car.  When he backed up and put it in gear, he floored it; burning rubber as he left the parking lot. He was completely defenseless against my prayers.  And he KNEW it.

I never saw Dr. Smith again, but I have learned to ask the simple question, Is Jesus Lord? to many people over the years since then. It’s quite revealing. It’s direct. It’s simple. It tells you exactly where people stand; no guessing. I encourage you to ask all your friends and acquaintances this same question. And be ready to pray for them when you get the wrong answer. Be soft. Whisper if it helps. But smile. Then pray. Heaven will be fuller because of it, and your reward will be great. See you there.

“My Search for the Real Heaven” by Steve Hemphill – pages 152 – 155