It’s been almost two weeks since the passing of my father-in-law, but some of the lessons I’ve learned in the past month stand at the forefront of my thoughts and conversations.
I mentioned previously that he was convinced he was under the attack of Satan, and therefore needed deliverance and victory. Since he slept little in his last months, he would often stay up most of the night watching Christian television. He called in and signed up for information from an evangelist who promised healing and prosperity and spiritual victory, as long as we sent X-amount of dollars each time we received a mailing. Books on divine healing would come in and he would read them, he would try the miracle spring water and the Dead Sea salt because he was so desperate for deliverance.
For those of you who might not have guessed from that last paragraph, I am a Spirit-filled believer and minister who believes in what God has provided us through the death of His Son (for example, read Isaiah 53 and 61). But at a certain point in the dark valleys of life, we need to grapple with whether God wants us to trust in Him for victory, or for peace.
