ultimate pwnage

I want to meet Jesus in person...

in the midst of my demonic nightmares
at night or when I am alone threatened by bad images
when I'm having trouble in the bathroom
when I know I've done him proud
when I am sad for my family
when I am walking through dark alleys
when I run to cry in a corner
by my bed every night before I sleep
in NIE and te years of fulfilling my teaching contract
when my mom grieves
at UP's Freedom Park to chill
when I sing or train my voice
every time I laze around on my bed
in the battlefield
at funerals
in the theater when they are screening sinful scenes
and bring him to meet my family
when I am giddy
when I leave this world
when I come back to life after I die

When I was in the Philippines, I saw an image pass by. I know the Evil One deliberately let my brain register an unpleasant image, though it was just split-second image. The image didn't come back, but two days ago, it came back when I was just falling sleep.

For the past two weeks that I've been back, I've been dreaming bad things involving murder or lust. It is Grotesque and in my dream I didn't think about God at all. These days it's not so frequent. I rebuke in Jesus' name and I don't let them affect me.

Last night I watched a really good movie. My only regret was that I deliberately watched some scary scenes though I knew my highly visual self wouldn't be able to keep these images away from my dreams.

I went to bed in the dead of night on guard and wary. I could feel that my room wasn't safe. The demons were playing with my mind, replaying some of the images from the movie and from my nightmares over the past two weeks.

In my heart, there was a strong urge. A voice to write this poem of sorts, to rebuke the demons, and to call out to Jesus. As I wrote the poem, the fear I felt in my bedroom was leaving. For the second time in my life, I was very sure that Jesus was in my room with me. I didn't feel his presence, I knew he was there at 3am with me.

In case you are creeped out, don't be. Evil exists in our hearts, and there is a Mastermind behind all this evil. Of course he is sooo angry he is tearing living people down right now, and he's super-intense about it because he knows he doesn't have much time left (Revelations 12:12). He accuses us incessantly about our imperfections and failures, he wants to devour us so that we cannot bring people under his control back to life through believing and following Jesus (Revelations 12:10; 1 Peter 5:8).

Yesterday I'm so glad Jesus won that battle in my bedroom with me. I claim victory not by my own credits (demons are not impressed by our achievements), but by the blood of Jesus Christ, which has broken the ultimate threat of death the demons have over every human that has lived on earth (Ephesians 1: 20-21, 2: 6-9).

So to sum up: Satan, you suck big time and you have no right to attack me. My Jesus has pwned you left right center.