“Whosoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness”
(1John 2:9-10)
On the streets of LA where gangs run the cities and you’re liable to find more dead bodies on the streets of these cities than a war battlefield, there was Lionel and Mike, two dudes who grew up on opposite sides of the tracks in different hoods and defeated the odds of this massacre. The two of them met in high school and despite one growing up in crip neighborhood and the other in blood neighborhood, the two of them miraculously became best friends. I often wondered how did that happened? But God knew how it happened because he was going to use the two of them to show others how to defeat the real enemies, the real gang bangers, demons and principalities you can’t see who orchestrate behind the veil.
These evil forces rule over nations, countries, states and cities. They are very territorial, and they attach themselves to our young men in our cities, influencing them to kill one another. But the Holy Spirit placed in these two men hearts something besides a murdering spirit. The two of them were thick as thieves and if you bothered one you bothered the other. Lionel and Mike were color blind. Their homeboys couldn’t understand why the two of them were almost inseparable and hung together. Despite the negative comments, they simply ignored it and continued to be the best of friends.
Mike had always been considered a kind person. Another brother with a big heart. On the day of their prom, while Lionel’s prom date was busy hollering, kicking, screaming and throwing her high heel shoe at him because she didn’t want to ride in no “Hoopty” to her prom. And I wouldn’t have blamed her; Lionel was busy polishing up the Cordova to take to the prom because his parents couldn’t afford to purchase a limousine. Mike showed up with his prom date in his limousine and offered them a ride.
I first met Mike when I was running my daycare. He had no one he could trust or brave enough to take care of his daughter, “Bad Brad”. I took a liking to Mike and eventually my husband and I made him the godfather of our son. He bought him his first 4 in 1 baby crib in which he still sleeps today, using the headboard.
Demons don’t care about us. They hate us. Why? Because God created us and they hate all of God’s creation. We are fearfully and wonderfully created. They fear us, afraid that we will join and pray against their kingdom and stomp out hatred amongst our brothers. It will ruin their plans and agenda they have for them in their kingdom of darkness which is to kill off God’s people. It’s up to us as a community to take back our neighborhoods, taking authority over our territory, coming against the spirit of darkness through prayer, praise and worship, and the enemy will begin to flee. Satan wants blood sacrifices through death, which is why he and his minions are steadily on patrol, influencing our youth to kill one another, dying in their sins because he wants them in hell before he goes.
I will continue to take authority over my territory, binding up the murdering spirits and casting them into hell. I don’t fear them, and I have no problem confronting them in the midnight hour during prayer. I’m banging on them. I turned the tables because they are real gang bangers we can’t see. When I found this mystery, they came furious at me, and I came back at them even more furious. They went into a frenzy, attacking me in my dreams, but I didn’t care. I let them know, “C is for Christ Jesus, Cuzz, and B is for the Blood of Jesus, Blood!”
