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One day I met a friend of mine in the street, and I said, "Fred,
where are you going?"
"I am going-. Oh, I don't feel I ought to tell you," he said.
"It is a secret between me and the Lord."
"Now, we have prayed together, we have had nights of communication,
we have been living together in the Spirit," I said. Surely there
is no secret that could be hidden between you and me."
"I will tell you he said. "I am going to a spiritualism meeting".
"Don't you think it is dangerous? I don't think it is wise for believers
to go to these places," I said.
"I am led to go to test it according to Scripture," he replied.
"They are having some special mediums from London."
He meant that they were having some people from London who were more filled
with the Devil than the Spiritualists we had on our city Bradford. They
were special devils.
"I am going" he continued, "and I am going with the clear
knowledge that I am under the blood of Jesus."
"Tell me the results, will you?"
"Yes, I will."
Now, beloved, I advise none of you to go to these places. My friend went
and sat down in the midst of the seance meeting, and the medium began
to take control. The lights went low; everything was in a dismal state.
My friend did not speak, but just kept himself under the blood, whispering
the preciousness of the blood of Jesus. These more-possessed devils
were on the platform. They tried every possible thing they could to get
under control for more than an hour, and then the lights went up. The
leader said, "We can do nothing tonight; there is somebody here who
believes in the blood of Christ."
Hallelujah!
Do you all believe in the blood, beloved?
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