1 Corinthians 6:18
Amplified Bible
18Shun immorality and all sexual looseness [flee from impurity in thought, word, or deed]. Any other sin which a man commits is one outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body.
1 Corinthians 6:19
What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?
I used to be a slave to masturbation. I remember when I first did it after I’d left an abusive relationship with my kid’s father. I was frustrated, hurt, confused, full of shame and condemnation. Mind you, I left a horrible place where it was abusive, but I was having sex-bad sex-practically everyday. My body was used to it. I am not making any excuses, but it was what it was at the time. I was lonely and feeling unloved. I remember ‘going there’, one night while I ‘thought’ everyone was asleep. I had hit a climax, something I wasn’t used to doing with my kid’s father, and I was loud. My mother was upstairs in the kitchen. She asked me what was going on. I lied and said I was dreaming. She asked me to come upstairs. I brushed her off by saying that I was alright. Thank GOD, she dropped it. From then on, I was hooked, slowly, but surely. After that I would hunt for times and spaces/places to fulfill my needs. Let’s say I was creative. The bottom line is, masturbation is a spirit of perversion. I am not judging anyone, but if you masturbate-no pun intended-but you are playing right into the devil’s hands. You are inviting demonic spirits into your area. Succubus and incubus are very real sex demons who don’t like to leave their hosts. But, there is help, by way of deliverance.
I remember when I went to my first deliverance service. It was at the church I attend now (and love!) called New Life Sanctuary. I played hooky from work just to go there. I had prayed about GOD taking the spirit of masturbation away from me, especially after having climaxed afterwards. I would always have this feeling of guilt, and it was disgusting. No one knew about my ‘nasty little habit’, except GOD. It was a dirty secret between me and GOD. I didn’t tell a soul. So when I walked in New Life (Essex Church of GOD, back then.), let’s just say I wasn’t expecting what happened next. The man of GOD, Pastor Blaine Kubin, a highly anointed man with the gift for casting out demons, or miracles, was playing worship songs. Everyone sat and listened, except me. I stood up crying. I was going through a horrible trial of rejection by a man of GOD, and I was being delivered at the time, but I didn’t know it. I looked like I needed deliverance: I had a blond curly wig on, a short, tight brown dress that showed to much cleavage and was also hiked up in the back, and knowing me, probably too much perfume on. The praise and worship portion lasted a good while. He got up and preached, about what, I can’t remember. I was just glad to be in the house of GOD and away from those nuts at work. I was the only person who actively participated in the service by amening and encouraging the man of GOD while he preached. Finally it came to the portion of his praying for people. I practically ran up there. A line formed, and he took his time going down the line, as the HOLY GHOST led him. When he finally got me, he turned to the people to the left of me and told them to go farther to the left, I guess to get out of his way. He had a word from the LORD for me, and BOY! was it a word. He held up one finger and said, “Masturbation is wrong”! (Okay?) Now mind you, I had never met this person before a day in my life. Only one person could have told him about my nasty little habit. Any guesses? Talk about POWERFUL. He prayed against spoken curses from my parents and others. GOD used him in a mighty way. I was never the same. Oh sure, I fell about at least three more times over the next year. The difference was that every time I did it, I would feel AWFUL! I felt convicted. I hated the nasty feeling even more. But sometimes a hard head makes a soft behind. I had gone a whole year and some change without ‘fiddling with the faddle’ as I called it. One day, several days after burying my mother and being broke and frustrated over not winning either mega-millions, Publisher Clearinghouse, or both, I grabbed an actual back massager and went to town. I immediately felt guilty, but that was nothing compared to what I felt when I went to sleep. I had the strangest nightmare: I was in my room and my room was possessed by evil spirits in the form of vikings (I didn’t get it, either.) I went downstairs to talk to my dead mother and I went back upstairs. The vikings kept calling my name. I was terrified and petrified. I cried out to GOD, “Why is my room haunted”? HE said that because I had sinned, I opened up a doorway for the enemy to come in. When we sin, we give the devil a legal right to harass us. We take ourselves out of GOD’S protection, because unless we repent of our transgressions, GOD doesn’t hear our prayers. That includes our prayers for protection. I woke up and immediately repented. To GOD be the Glory, my hands have been clean ever since. GOD is so good, HE wants our deliverance more than we want it sometimes. I was having fantasies about this girl at my job at the time. This was before the deliverance. I used to look forward to seeing her and what she would be wearing. One day, as I was going outside, she came in. She walked in with sort of an uncomfortable gait. I got a whiff-WHOA! Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t judge anyone, especially by how they smell. But she smelled bad. We all, and I mean ALL have had our moments in the stinky sun, including yours truly. I never smelled her like that again, but, let’s just say that killed the fantasy. That was all GOD, I just know it. GOD loves us so much…it’s amazing the steps HE will go just to see to our deliverance.
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