Testimonies of Pastors' Kidsಮಾದರಿ

By Bryson Mendoza, Templo Bethel

It was a Sunday service. The entire congregation came to the altar to pray, and my siblings and I were singing with the worship team. I was fully in the moment with the Holy Spirit. My eyes were closed, and I could feel God’s presence. Then, I felt prompted to open my eyes to witness the people receiving prayer. Everyone worshipped with their whole being—body, soul, and spirit.

My eyes landed on a woman being prayed for by church leaders. As soon as I looked at her, she fell to the ground. The deliverance ministry laid a sheet over her and let her be.

I closed my eyes to pray, but my spiritual eyes opened. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the woman on the floor—but instead of a restful expression, I saw an ugly demon smiling at me, as if to say, “I’m still here.”

A wave of courage coursed through me, and I felt a wind pushing me toward her.

“In the name of Jesus, I command you to leave this woman!” I declared with faith. She remained on the ground. “You will not play hide-and-seek with me; I can see you, unclean spirit!” She jolted upright.

“What is your name?” I asked. She began moaning, clearly tormented. She shook violently. When I asked if she wanted to be free, she aggressively nodded yes.

“You can be free in the name of Jesus. Claim your victory by saying His name!” I encouraged. She tried to speak it, but something supernatural prevented her. My brother called additional leaders to pray. The evil spirit became visibly uncomfortable as we professed Jesus’ name.

“SAY HIS NAME! SAY JESUS!” I repeated. The spirit lunged at one of the leaders, grabbing a bottle of anointing oil. She poured it over herself, convulsing like a fish out of water. I commanded, “You will not mock our Father in Heaven! Let the woman speak Jesus’ name if she desires.”

Finally, she began praying softly, sweating and clearly in pain from the spirit. I knelt beside her. “Do you want to be free?” She nodded yes. “Do you believe Jesus can free you?” She nodded yes. I reached out my hand, and she gripped it with incredible strength.

“Are you ready to let go of sin?” I asked. She nodded. “Say Jesus’ name.”

She made a face of resistance, but whispered the name of Jesus. She began coughing up something foul-smelling. Her grip loosened, her body relaxed, and she had been delivered.

She was freed in Jesus’ name!