I can tell you that God was not welcome in the part of Europe I just visited. I couldn't wait to get home again. Yes, the Holy Spirit resides inside of me but I could acutally FEEL the evil around me.

There was this one man who was a street man. He just happened to be wherever we were. He'd scream an pick at the air. His body was filthy. His hair matted to his head. His eyes hollow. I'm telling you this man had demons inside of him. He'd look at us and scream..." You'll never get me I tell ya." It was horrific.

He'd also mumble in what sounded like another language.

You're gonna think me crazy but I wanted to take him and help that poor man. I've since prayed for him but who knows.

Each time we'd see him I'd think of Paul and what he went through.

The demons knew Paul wherever he went and the demons knew me too. I could feel God's protection. At one time I actually thought of holding out my hand and telling those demons to release him but then I felt the Holy Spirit nudge me to let HIM fight that fight. I was no match for them.