“I am casting out demons and performing cures today and tomorrow…. it is impossible that a prophet should die outside of Jerusalem.
“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you….”
Those words of Jesus of Nazareth have transfixed me all of my life. Every time that passage from either St. Luke or St. Matthew was proclaimed, each time I read it to myself, tingles go up and down my spine. So very many times I have wondered what could possibly the point of anything I do. How does it serve any good?
Then those words drop like manna before my eyes. It is a reminder that I would not be alive if my Creator did not want me to do what I do.
It is easier to talk about angels and the joy I see in spirits and souls than to talk about being an exorcist. How I live my life has nothing to do with the fantasies in books and movies. It is ridiculous to think there is a huge market in vampires, werewolves and murder movies. The gory and fantastical amuse and titillate. They are an escape.
The realities are far more deadly and far closer at hand. The reality begins within each human. We have multiple opportunities daily to deal with our own demons. It begins in small ways.
Am I willing to do good? Would I rather go get my own cup of coffee or bully another person to do that small thing which I can do for myself? Three times in the last two days when I have been on the road drivers have bullied from their lane of traffic to directly in front of me without warning and scarcely with space. Once I was nearly forced off of a bridge. What sort of evil is this? When we have time and space to drive with deliberate care and regard for life, what is the point of bullying our way across traffic? When we open our hearts to Satan and invite him in rather than listening to our guardian angels we are killing ourselves.
Maybe we don’t hit another person, drive our car into somebody else’s car, but we have just killed a bit of the grace that was within our souls. Physical damage shows us the death we welcome into our souls. But, hey, we didn’t hit that guy so what’s the big deal?
The big deal is that you have chosen evil over good, Satan over Our Creator. You have chosen hell over heaven to be your home.
The souls I deal with in exorcisms chose one little act of evil over the next. They chose to commit evil and to omit acts of goodness. One act of evil became the next and then the next. Eventually they performed some heinous act which killed another soul. To kill a soul is to give one’s own soul to Satan. Nobody thinks they will ever go to hell, but they do.
I see hell every day. It is a very real place. I have opened the Tunnel of Life to heaven and hell and watched as souls chose hell for their eternity.
It may be fun to watch a scary movie for a couple of hours, to read a scary book, but we seldom think deeply about the consequences.
Life is supposed to be easy. Everything is supposed to come easily. There are not supposed to be evil consequences. Yet, every time I perform an exorcism there are demons present. Every time I clear demons from a house, a block or two or a city, there are demons. Any time I have performed an exorcism on a person there have been demons present by the legions. The first time I saw demons in legion they had travelled across the world to torment and murder one particular soul and as many other souls as they could steal.
Why don’t I write or speak about this more? Because reality is far more scary than fantasy. If I tell you that I have cast out demons and performed cures, will you honestly think that I would ever compare myself with either a Christ or a Satan? Trust me, I am neither. I have been given the humility to know that I am neither the Best of Good nor the Diabolical Soul Stealer.
Reality is that my human life is always threatened when I exorcise demons. That does not concern me like the fear that I would lose my soul. To perform an exorcism demands being moved and twisted and turned inside out by The Hand of God. God does the work. I am the witness. I get to see who and what I need never be. That is a gift beyond compare.
The joy of Lent, of Spring, is that after days of rain and flood, today we have sun and warmth. That is my idea of what happens as a result of exorcism. When I have called upon the angels and saints, the Holy Mother of God and all other intercessors, and the Almighty has graciously given His angels permission to open the gates of the Tunnel of Life, I am blessed to watch as souls chose their own heaven or hell.
I have seen souls which were in hellish torment chose God.
That is enough. To see somebody who lived in the horrors of timeless hell in this place called Earth chose to be in perpetual Light is more gift than I could ask. It is being given a piece of heaven to see another chose the peace of heaven.
The next time you hear of somebody who heals bodies and souls or who casts out demons you may want to take a stone to build a bridge. Build your own bridge to heaven.