As I mentioned, I have, myself, encountered a werwolf face-to-face once so far. Perhaps it would be helpful to describe that experience here. One evening at dusk I was driving from my office back to the hospital to see a patient who had taken a turn for the worse. I was alone in the car and was driving down a stretch of isolated country road where there were no houses or buildings within at least a one mile radius. Suddenly, about a block ahead of me a huge werwolf stepped out into the middle of the road. As I approached closer, he raised up and stood on his hind legs. I put my foot down hard on the accelerator intending to swerve around him but the car didn’t respond. It glided to a stop, motor still running, despite all my prayers and attempts to make it go. I sat there staring in horror at the most incredibly ugly and fierce creature I had ever seen. I felt as if I was drowning in the pure evil power that radiated from him. He threw back his head and howled a terrifying sound which I shall never forget.
Then he looked straight into my eyes and told me, “You can’t go anywhere see, I have stopped your car and there’s nothing you can do about it. Now I’m going to enjoy ripping your throat out and drinking your blood. You have been interfering with Satan too long; I am going to punish you. You cannot stand against my power.” Ending in a deep growl, he started walking from the front of the car toward my door.
Fear rolled over me in waves, but I knew I must stand, as I was certain it was not the Lord’s will for me to die at that point. I knew I had work yet to do. The Lord had taught me well during my near fatal illness 3 years previously. As I made my decision to stand my ground, the Holy Spirit flooded such calm and peace and strength into my soul. He (the Holy Spirit) also flashed the understanding into my mind that the werwolf was trying to frighten me into panicking and running. If I had done so, he would have been able to kill me.
Taking a deep breath, I extended my right hand to point directly at him and cried out, “STOP! In the name of Jesus STOP! you foul servant of Satan! I am a servant of Jesus Christ who is God almighty! It is not my master’s will for me to die now. You may not touch me for I have work yet to do.” The werwolf stopped in his tracks, unable to move, snarling and growling in fury.
Pointing at him again, I looked straight into his eyes and said, “In the name of Jesus I command you to get out of my way and be gone! My hour of death has not yet come. NOW GO!” He howled once more, then dropped onto all fours and disappeared off the edge of the road into a field of tall corn.
I was shaking so hard in relief that I could hardly drive. But as my car gathered speed I drove away praising the Lord for once again “Extending his right hand against the anger of my foes.” Psalm 138:7. (I stopped about a mile down the road and had a “nervous breakdown” before going on to the hospital.)
If only people would realize the power available to them in Jesus. Much has been written about various methods of effectively killing werwolves while they are in their wolf form. I would never consider even trying such a thing because in so doing I would be killing a human who’s salvation is my deepest concern. Also, once such a person is killed, the demon would leave the body immediately and then the body would return to its human form. That, of course, would present a most awkward situation because who would believe that the dead body was ever in a different form? The killer would most certainly be accused of murder, and rightly so.