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SPIRITUAL WARFARE AGAINST DEMONIC ATTACKS
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4 Levels of Spiritual Warfare Against Demonic Spirits
By Mike Bradley | Submitted On February 14, 2006
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In the realm of having to do battle with demonic spirits from time to time - I believe there are 4 basic levels in which a Christian may have to face. Having the specific knowledge on what each one of these levels are all about can really help with planning and carrying out the appropriate battle strategy in which to defeat them should demons ever move in for an attack on either you or any of your close loved ones.
Every time that Jesus told His apostles to go out and walk with His anointing to save the lost and heal the sick - He always had the command in there to also cast out demonic spirit where and when needed.
So if Jesus was constantly casting out demons, always telling the apostles to cast out demons - then it should only be logical that the church should continue to cast out demons.
It has been estimated by many Bible scholars that approximately 25% of the miracles Jesus had performed were Him casting demons out of people. Satan and his demons are not confined to the Bottomless Pit at this time. This event will not happen until Jesus returns back to us in His second coming. Until that event happens, Satan and his demons are still free to roam in the "air" seeking who they are going to try and devour next.
As Christians, we always have to remember that the devil and his demons are already defeated animals. Jesus has already defeated Satan at the cross when He was crucified.
What is now left is that all Christians have to realize that the victory is already ours. We thus have to learn how to engage and defeat the devil and his demons when they do try to move into a person or a situation - and sometimes this means a real live deliverance - because demons can and do attach themselves to people when they do move in for an attack. And once they do, the only way to be able to drive them out is by the power of God!
Here are the 4 different ways and avenues that demons can move in for an attack on someone - whether the person be a Christian or a nonbeliever. There are rules to the war games that are going on behind the scenes between God and the devil for all of our souls. To be forewarned is to be properly armed.
1. The first level is when demons move in for an attack with no real legal right to be able to do so. This is exactly what happened to Jesus when He was out in the wilderness for 40 days and 40 nights. Satan had no legal right to be coming after Him, but he did anyway and Jesus drove him away by quoting the Word back to him.
2. The second level is when demons do have a legal right to be coming after you. And one of the ways that you give demons the legal right to be able to attack you is by crossing over and entering into some of the heavier sins and transgressions expressly forbidden by our Lord from His Word.
3. The third level is when demons attack as a result of what someone has may have done to you. Sometimes victims of crimes such as rape and assault, or receiving severe abuse from a parent or spouse can cause demons to try and move in to attach to the victim - trying to feed off the negative emotions of hate, anger, unforgiveness and wanting to get revenge on the attacker or abuser.
4. The fourth level is when demons will try and attach to someone as a result of a generational curse line coming from a severe sinning, dysfunctional parent or parents. For instance, an alcoholic father can end up producing children who end up becoming alcoholic themselves. Demons will attempt to jump and transfer from the father onto some of the children trying to get them to commit the same type of sin their parent had been committing.
As Christians, we have to have knowledge of our enemies and how they will try and attack us. Many Christians are getting defeated or taken home too early from this life as a result of not having some basic 101 knowledge in spiritual warfare.
Article written by Michael Bradley of Bible Knowledge Ministies.
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THE GHOSTS OF TURKEY
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Greek Ghosts of Turkey
By Trent Rockwood | Submitted On June 21, 2006
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Few times in my life have I so physically felt the collective void of a people vanished, the expectant silence that hangs over the empty houses of a missing population. Once was while wandering through the empty barracks at the Dachau concentration camp in Germany, and the other, walking through the largest and best preserved ghost town in all of Asia minor – Kayakoy, Turkey.
Once a thriving Greek village, this town of over one thousand houses, two churches, fourteen chapels, and two schools, was completely deserted in 1923 when the 25,000 Greek inhabitants living there, along with more than a million other Greeks living throughout Turkey were repatriated to Greece through a massive government mandated population exchange between the two countries following the Greek war of independence. Since then, the village of Kayakoy, as it is called in Turkish, or Karmylassos, as it was called in Greek, which had been continually inhabited since at least the 13th century, has stood empty and crumbling, with only the breeze from the mountains and mist from the sea blowing through it's empty houses and streets.
Historically, Turks and Greeks had lived together in this region for centuries, the Turks as farmers in the Kaya valley and the Greeks living on the hillside dealing in crafts and trades. A Greek presence in this region goes back for centuries. The ancient Greek historian Stravon (66 BC - 23 AD) mentioned this region when he stated that "one reaches a steep and difficult place; karmylessos is located here along a narrow and deep river...".
I visited Kayakoy as a part of a cruise on a small Turkish yacht called a 'gullet', which is usually chartered from between one day to a few weeks for a very reasonable price, to sail along the Turkish Mediterranean coast, carrying tourists to all of the prominent archaeological sites, villages, and beaches along the way. Members of my extended family and I this year had undertaken a ten day-long family trip heading east out of the Southern Turkish town of Fetiye, and had been sailing and sleeping on the gullet for about 3 days, alternately playing in the water, wandering small fishing villages, and posing for pictures by ancient Greek statues. On one particular bright and sunny morning, we awoke to learn that we were anchored in a small bay just outside of the tourist beach town of Oludeniz. After breakfast, we all went on a minibus tour of the surrounding Lycian tombs, amphitheaters, and other ancient ruins in the area (Lycia was an ancient people, language, country, and province of the Roman Empire that lies today in the Antalya Province on the southern coast of Turkey.) Our tour guide then asked us if we had enough energy (and lira) to visit a nearby Greek ghost town. A small, curious, energetic number of us volunteered, and we piled into the minivan again to head up a mountain, and down the other side into a small, steep, green valley overlooking the sea.
Upon entering the valley, I immediately noted the small, gray-stone houses and chapels with faded white roofs spread out over the hillsides against the backdrop of a large dark mountain. The houses were similar in architecture to those I had seen on many previous trips to the Mediterranean, picturesquely clinging to the hillsides of the Greek isles. They were laid out like a hand of cards, with each house strategically placed so that one didn't obstruct the view of the other, and the vast valley unfolded below them with two large dome-roofed churches and clusters of smaller one-story dwellings. The village was larger than I had expected, only having the small mining ghost-towns of my native western U.S. to compare it to, and I immediately pictured the hundreds of empty rock-lined yards filled with colorful clothes hung out to dry, the empty streets lined with old mustachioed Greek men with cigarette's in their wildly waving hands pausing only to drink a cup of thick black coffee.
I couldn't wait to see more, and stepping out of the minivan my brother and I started up into the hillside to explore. We passed by side streets with empty shops, the windows long since broken or looted, where merchants must have once bartered, bought and sold their wares, and housewives argued over the price of eggs or tomatoes. There were old faded street signs in Greek and in Turkish, and small open-doored chapel's with walls laid bare of any iconography, and only a hint here and there of a bowed saint or a winged cherub that hadn't either faded or washed away.
We headed first towards one of the two large cathedrals in the main square, its dome towering over everything else, and found the inside as sparse as the rest of the village. Most of the walls were a pale blue, with the faint outline of a few old frescoes in the upper reaches of the dome, and a beautiful but faded and crumbling mosaic in the entrance-way like a half-finished jigsaw puzzle. The stained glass windows were all either broken or entirely missing, and in the echoes of our footsteps, I couldn't help but picture dozens of little old Greek ladies dressed in black, shuffling across the floor through clouds of incense to light their candles beneath the icon of a saint.
Moving back out onto the main plaza, we looked above the city at the upper reaches of the hillside, where a lone windmill tower, its arms long since fallen off, stood out against the sky. We made this our goal, and started picking our way through the narrow streets, peeking in here and there at the houses on our way up. Most of the them were one or two stories, each level having only one or two rooms, where the ground floor was often without windows, and seemed to have been used as storage space. There were empty cisterns at the entrances to most of the houses, where the villagers must have collected rainwater to supplement water from the valley. Since we saw no pipes, it also must have served as an aid to women who would have otherwise had to walk all the way down the hill and back up again to get fresh water. It appeared that the top of the cisterns in some of the houses were also used as living areas or patios where there were remains of a few small fire-pits, and kleftiko's (Greek clay ovens). The roofs had been made out of wood that had had long since decayed and fallen in, so that light streamed through the whole house, and almost a century of the elements had washed away almost any traces of human life.
Once at the top of the hill, we climbed up onto the windmill, and looked out to our left, to the mountainside running down to the sea, and to our right, to the village running down the hillsides to the green valley with our minivan below. The spectacle made me catch my breath, as I felt a physical weight of the absence of the people who had once lived there. The houses stood out against the mountain like large tombstones in an oversize graveyard, and an empty, expectant feeling hovered over the village, as if it was waiting for something to happen – for someone to sing a song, for some music to start, or for someone to begin dancing. I couldn't help but think of the thousands of people who had lived in the village for generations, all of them uprooted in a matter of months and sent off to a homeland that they had never set foot in.
I found out later that most of the people who had been transferred from this region of Turkey had ended up in refugee housing in a small, poor suburb of Athens, and had remained part of the poorer class of Greece to this day. The Turks who were transferred from Northern Greece into this part of Turkey were so unaccustomed to its climate and living conditions, that they abandoned Kayakoy within the first year and migrated to other parts of Turkey.
My brother and I started the long walk back down to the valley in response to the honking minivan and waving relatives that signaled it was time for us to leave. On our way down, near the bottom of the valley, we quickly stopped at the second large cathedral, and saw some recent renovation work, which from the sign out front, indicated that it was being undertaken by the Turkish tourism authority as a part of a "peace and friendship" initiative between Turkey and Greece. Once again, the walls were empty of frescoes except in the highest reaches, where the plaster hadn’t yet fallen away, and the mosaics on the floor were being re-assembled into their original Alpha and Omega shapes.
Before leaving, I stood in front of the cathedral in a grassy square with the ruins of Kayakoy all about me, listening. The silence was eerie, almost palpable, and somehow different from the quiet one hears while visiting ancient Greek, Roman, or Lycian archaeological ruins. The voices of the dead were not as distant, and I felt as if the moment we left, the inhabitants might come out of their hiding, and a woman with a water-jug or a boy with a donkey would suddenly appear on the streets, about their daily business.
We packed back into the van and started heading back up the winding mountain road through the pine trees, and as the village was passing out of sight I asked our driver if he knew whether the Greek descendants of the people from this village ever came back to visit. "From time to time" he said "we will get a small group of tourists from Levissi" (the town outside of Athens where most Greeks from this region were re-located to), "but for the most part, the older people have all died, and no-one remembers it."
Although most of what I saw during this trip to Turkey has long since faded into a blur of almost indistinguishable beaches, ruins, and fishing villages, frequently confused with others I’ve seen in Greece, Jordan, or Italy, I know that I, for one, will always remember the Greek ghost town of Kayakoy.
If going to Kayakoy, you can find local tours from the town of Fetiye, Oludeniz, Kash or any of the surrounding tourist areas.
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Trent Rockwood lives and works in the DC area as a researcher in Arabic linguistics. He loves to travel, especially in the middle east.
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