Years ago when I accepted Jesus as Lord and Savior. I read this book called Pigs In The Parlor by Frank and Ida Mae Hammond which pertains to Deliverance Ministry. I was prayed up before I read it. I must say, it was quite an eye opener. Not only is the book intense, it had also blessed me in ways I couldn't imagine. Coming from a dysfunctional family, I couldn't understand the peculiar behavior. God's still small voice told me lovingly, you were Schizophrenic. To make a long story short, God delivered me from the shackles and chains. Thank you Jesus for setting me free! I am free indeed! No more mental illness etc...
Isaiah 53:5
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
I underwent deliverance ministry and I have to say that it did me more damage than good.
I also think that possibly my vision issues arose as a result.
This was not through the fault of those doing the ministry. In fact before we embarked on this ministry it was obvious to that this was the way to go.
My first experience of seeing them for the first time and I had never seen them before they said that whilst praying for me they felt God saying to them the initials HA, ask him about HA and about religious influences in his life.
So they asked me and they felt also that Hagar had something to do with this as such (not explained that bit well)
Anyway my response was that my mothers initials are HA, her name is Helema Alum and our ancestors religion is Muslim.
Anyway as we progressed and I started to open up, all the shame, fear, guilt, condemnation and self hatred of the way I had lived my life as a Christian as a person aside from my faith (believe you me this was painful and took months before I started to open up)
We met up one night and as they were praying they asked if I could see a shadow in my eyes. I couldn't but they could see one, so they prayed deliverance over it. We then progressed to rejection. They felt I had a spirit of rejection. As they prayed I started to get very hot and started to push my chair to the back of the room.
As they were praying I found myself swearing at them and I remember clear as day I said "I've been here since conception, I have every right to be here" as they prayed more, the more verbaly agrrssive and agitated I became. Eventually it finished with me saying (not me I think) "f**** off" even though they were telling me to reject it I didn't have the resource to do it. The session finished and we were meant to meet up a week later.
The following day when sat at my desk I was having black shadows drifting across my eyes and still do.
Anyway the follow up meeting(s) never happened. Unfortunately the couple started to suffer with illness and the meetings stopped.
So having found myself opening up, going through the ringer, learning to trust this couple with the whole of my life's guilt I then found myself locking myself down, closing up.
I was asked to see another couple for this counselling but I refused. There was no way I could cope with it.
Anyway having told you part of my story I do have to say that I am not against such ministry and I genuinely think there is a need for it. I do feel that there are demonic influences in our lives that cause us pain and anguish to us (I do not believe however that a Christian can be possessed by a demon), I do believe that we can also give satan a foothold. So just so you know I'm not saying it's a load of tosh.