By Sherina Faith Lim
Before I share my testimony, I wish to inform you that I am 100% sane. I am not diagnosed with any mental disorder, nor I have taken any drugs or medications that cause hallucinations. I am known by my families and friends as the most stubborn, most critical and most skeptical person.
All I want to do today is to proclaim that Jesus Christ is the Lord and Saviour. Only Jesus can save you regardless of what obstacles you face, today or in the future. I don't intend to force anyone to believe in what I am about to share because you need to witness Christ for yourself. But because of my shocking experience, I have to share the truths that I have discovered.
I have been living my life normally but never fully — I was happy enough but never completely satisfied. I tried to search for true happiness in six different cities and countries throughout my life. But I can say that I have only finally found real happiness in my sixth destination — here in Kuala Lumpur. That's when I have truly accepted Christ as my personal saviour when I heard the gospel of grace.
I wasn't born into a Christian family. I wasn't religious. I prayed and respected other religions with an open mind. I accepted Christ into my life 14 years ago, but he was not my only God then. For many years, I never really attended church (because the messages I often heard did not lift my heart nearer to Him) nor read the Bible (because I'm too logical and always think that it's written by man not by God). I thought that I didn't need all these because I didn't want to get involve into religious politics. Believe me, many people feel this way too — too much, not good; makes you go “Lady Gaga”. I used to justify myself as being better than others because I have always obeyed the moral laws of life (taught in the religions I have been exposed to) and didn’t actually fully acknowledge the real person who had paid for all my sins. Pride made me think that it was all because of my obedience and moral acts that made me good.
Then one month ago, I learned of the gospel of grace (both from attending tNCC in Kuala Lumpur and listening to Pastor Joseph Prince's sermons). This really moved and lifted my heart closer to God than ever before. I started to feel closer to the Lord.
I could witness God's grace by the new changes in my life — I feel happier, and each day I felt even greater happiness without any reasons. (This is even though I had to turn down a great career opportunity in Singapore — a proof that real happiness is gained not through what is offered by this world but directly from the Lord). I used to try to achieve this happiness and peace through all sorts of meditations, chants and offerings, but with Christ, I just let Him flow into my life and take me completely in His hands. Without forcing myself to follow a set of do's and don'ts in order to be good, I began to see my bad habits and other bad traits in me gradually go away. I found myself having no interest in the things that I had been struggling on and off with for many years — I was released! It’s amazing, I tell you. Proverbs 3:5-6 says, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path straight."
Set Free!
Despite knowing Christ for 14 years, I only accepted Him as my personal saviour about three weeks ago. This time, I wanted to be a real faithful believer. Previously I went to famous temples and asked for answers to prayers and meditated to get myself more "spiritually heightened" — it was foolish especially when I have my own great Lord. So I decided to cut ties to my false beliefs and stopped worshiping other gods ... all except one Chinese deity. I felt she was my heavenly counselor all these years. I didn't know then that I was being possessed by several demonic spirits.
One day, I borrowed Jackie Pullinger's book, "Chasing the Dragon". It was an inspiring missionary story. I was so overwhelmed with the book, and every sentence I read seemed to be speaking to me directly. I was filled with unexplainable happiness, utmost joy and a sense of calling on my life.
But suddenly, on the third day of reading the book, I felt an evil presence trying to stop my from reading the book further. I started attacking the book, I criticized and doubted in everything the writer said. At the back of my head I knew the demons were coming in troops. I knew I was getting myself into something very big, and trouble was near. (I had been warned and prepared by God during the past weeks with scriptures and sermons that I have read or heard. I was constantly being reminded of my faith in God and that I should not be afraid of the things that are about to happen as the battle is the Lord's.)
That day, I felt a strange breeze blowing into my room with such eeriness that I could not possibly explain. I began to keep all the idols I had inside a drawer. I could feel a rush of fear, and then a voice came out from my mouth — an extremely harsh, evil screechy sound. I fell into mild depression for the next two days — I wasn't able to focus on my work, and my colleagues and students could feel the uncomfortable presence surrounding me. I was very tired. I felt even worst on Day 3. The depression was eating me from inside, making me think that I was crazy. I refused to want to know more about God, totally submitting myself into blankness. Suddenly all the peace thathas been filling me the past weeks were all gone, and I was left with confusion and a critical mind. I asked God, “What have you done to me?”
On the fourth day, I tried to pray and take the the Holy Communion myself, but my teeth clenched tightly and refused to say the prayers. I began talking the whole night in different voices ((a child, a woman and a man’s voice). I had no idea what I was saying. I tried to read a book, but I could not even force myself to open my mouth and read in English. The force was so strong that it shocked me. This has never happened to me in my life.
I spoke this way until 3am. One troop (yes, I would say that it is a troop because there were many of them I felt) was babbling for help, and then evil voices screamed in pain. Apparently my landlord told me later that the neighbours could hear the screams but they dared not break into my room as they were afraid of the sounds. (They still look at me uneasily today; LOL!)
The next day I woke up, feeling a little fresher and cheerful. I was able to teach well. I thought the whole episode was over. But on my walk home, I started babbling uncontrollably again. My family friends came to pick me up. The moment I walked into their car, I said, “Hi guys, I’m so tired …” and then as soon as I sat down and closed the car door, my whole body started trembling, and I started babbling and crying like a baby.
The scene in the car was getting intense (I’m glad that God and his angels were protecting my friends and me; the car could have gotten into an accident). Melvin made a call to one of the church leaders, Simon. He passed the phone to me, and I could feel anger build within me. I started screaming into the phone with a very high range screechy sound and speaking in strong language that no one understood. I was not myself anymore. I could feel me but was not able to control what was happening to my vocal chords. My body felt like a jellyfish.
As we drove back to my family friends’ house, I suddenly went mute — I could not even say any word — and I felt like puking. When I opened my mouth to say something, "they" would shut me, but when "they" wanted to say something, only a crazy buzzing sound came out. In the meantime, my friends tried to make me partake the Holy Communion. As they prayed, I could feel my face begin to twist into evil grins. The moment I tried to force my hand to put the bread into my mouth, I screamed so loud and long. I was unable to lift up the cup of wine as I continued screaming even louder and crying.
My friends gathered around me and started praying in tongues. I could feel that the demons were scared. I tried to calm myself down inside my mind and tell myself that everything is going to be alright. Melvin began to ask the demon its name, and it replied with some weird long name — it was just like a scene from a movie! Then came one screachy scream after another. My friends poured some anointing oil onto my head, and I screamed more and more.
There were a lot of voices running in my head at that time, but I felt God's angels helping me to focus on the Lord and to discern which voice was whose. I felt the angels were so protective of me, telling me to stand in God’s name. Every time I followed those instructions, the demons left me one after another. And every time I focused on the Lord, I could speak in English (phrases such as “Jesus save me!" or "Save me Father!")
After Melvin, Joanne, Winnie and Karen cast out few of them, I felt a strong demon come to the forefront, the "big leader". I heard myself telling myself to save up energy for this final big one (I was already very out of breath by then). I quickly wrote on a piece of paper for my friends to pray for more energy for me. When Simon and other church members arrived, this "big leader" fully manifested itself with much rage, weird sounds and screaming that shocked them.
I quickly wrote on the paper the word "name" . The church members then asked the spirit its name. Then a scary harsh voice spoke through me, “I am Satan” about three times and refused to get out. Inside of me, I felt a voice telling me to join them in prayer and call out to Jesus. The voice said, "Get up my dear child, gather all your strength and stand up, you have to join in their prayers with your faith and cast it away in Jesus name”.
And so I tried to push myself up with whatever little energy I had. (I saw several bright white dots while I was struggling to stand ). And the moment I stood up, I shouted out loud in my own voice, “Jesus save me!” And then with my last breath of energy, I said, “Jesus Christ is my Lord and Saviour”. The moment I was pushing out these words from my mouth, the demon suddenly just went away!
I stood there, declaring Jesus as my Lord and Saviour for quite a few time. My church members, however, were still unaware and praying out loud. So I grabbed Stephanie’s hand kept repeating the words over and over again in Jesus' name. After "big brother" went out, there were series of small little spirits that were cast out one by one, including one that called itself the Chinese deity I had still held on to.
I was exhausted but unharmed. I did feel at times that they wanted me to hurt myself and others around me, but they failed. I think the worst I did was pulling Simon’s T-shirt! I believed that it was because I am God's child, that’s why the demons could not do me much harm.
This was quite a traumatising experience, and I have not fully recovered yet. But I’m glad that my body was used as a medium to prove the truth that Satan is a humiliated loser while Jesus Christ is the Champion and the only living great power above Heaven and Earth. Strangely, I was not afraid or frightened during the intercession — I was very calm inside me and felt a certain assurance that everything will be fine. I think it's because God had prepared me for the battle and built my faith for the past weeks.
I believe the demons wanted to attack me because they knew I was holding on to the greatest truth beyond man’s sight and it is afraid that I will expose the truth to the world. These spirits do not want me to be saved but want me to be their slave. But Jesus Christ loves me, and yes, He wants to save all of us. Yes, my God is mighty, and trust me, Jesus Christ is the only One who can save you from everything!
After this experience, I am no longer afraid of anything in this world anymore because I know that I can now conquer everything in Jesus Christ's name. I have witnessed myself His greatness. He is the real victory, and He is the only true living God. With Him, all things are possible!
Sherina shared this at our Sunday celebration on Oct 23.