On this Halloween night, pray.

Seven years ago, I received a call from a woman in a class I was teaching at the time. She asked if she could stop by and talk for awhile. I didn’t know her but the heaviness of spirit she carried was obvious.

Sitting face to face, her tears fell hard, almost heaving, as she went on to share the origin of her weight for 30+ years. As a young child, her parents forced her to participate in Satanic rituals every Halloween night. Babies and children were sacrificed in deep basements—here, in our city. 

The more details she shared, the sicker I felt. An unspeakable oppression hovered. We moved to our front porch to catch clean air and fresh mercy. We prayed and she drove away. 

Although we’ve since lost touch, she wrote me several years ago sharing how she’d become active in her church, praising God for removing her night terrors and replacing them with the reality of freedom, grace, and mercy.

Needless to say, I will never view Halloween the same—and I hope I’m not alone. She was convinced that human sacrifices still take place every October 31st, and of course we know the enemy’s forces have not diminished — so now, I pray for the innocent on this night, and I ask you to join me.

“Greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world.” 1 John 4