Authority

I’m not free to fully say how my brother entered into bondage. My brother had made some sorrowful choices. Later, he lived with me for a short time when I was in college. He experienced some hope and made choices for change but did not walk out the promise as he did not fully accept the truth of it, which is fairly typical. If you live an existence contrary to a new way of thinking, it can take some time for the mind to overthrow what experience says is true. He resigned to his former condition, in fact, walking into deeper bondage. I was talking with him some years later and received an open revelation which I shared with him.

A dark night in the fall, nearly winter
The wind blows cold but I have no chill.
The scene is perfect for any R rated horror flick.
Large dark trees, stretching far into the night
Heavy limbs resist the wind but the leaves are giving up.
A small light burns a pale cream unto the porch.
A wooden door, ancient; I raise my hand to knock

I can see, as a panoramic view, through the wall
down the hall, a doorway to the stairs that take lead down
The basement is dark as a cave, dirt for the floor
My brother is sitting in a chair beneath just enough light
to make out the wounds he has received.
A tormentor is just out of sight.

I’m at the door again
I’ve seen what I’m up against
My knuckles rap the splintered wood
I’m only now aware of the blood that covers my hand
Some of it deposited on the door.

I push the door open
I move down the hall
I enter the doorway down to the basement
I reach out to my brother and bid him to follow
I tell him the chains on his hands and his feet
Are attached only to him and not this location
He rises to follow me, swiftly we move
Up the stairs down the hall and out of this place.
His captor unwilling, unable to chase
As we pass by the One who stands guard
And I know it is His blood on my hand
Which gives me access here.

I went in
My brother followed
Blood secured us.

Isa 61:1-2
The spirit of the Lord is upon me, because the Lord hath anointed me: he hath sent me to preach to the meek, to heal the contrite of heart, and to preach a release to the captives, and deliverance to them that are shut up.
To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God: to comfort all that mourn: