God Is At Work In You!: The Two Doors

Suddenly, I had the power to fight back against the demon.

Discover or rediscover the power to overcome the forces of evil.

This experience occurred about a year and a half ago, shortly after the Lord had summoned my family to our new parish. The Lord had been gently encouraging me to complete the transition, because we were still going to a different parish to receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation.

God understood that I was still hesitant to make the change but wanted me to make it, because we both knew that I was not making spiritual progress where we had been going.

One Saturday afternoon, the good Lord orchestrated the events to play out in such a way that we ended up at our new parish for the Sacrament of Christ's Peace just before the Holy Tridentine Mass that night. We rejoiced that the transition to our new parish had finally been completed.

One of the first times we went to Confession there, I walked from the chapel into the confessional and found it strange that the door was very difficult to close. It was more than odd, even. It felt significant that the door was so difficult to close. I had to push the door really hard in order to close it.

After making my Confession, I prayed in the chapel while my daughter went in and made her Confession. When she was finished, she knelt down by my side, looked up at me, and surprised me when she whispered that the confessional door had been very hard to shut. I agreed, and then we went into the church to celebrate the Tridentine Holy Mass. I didn’t think any more of it and wouldn’t have, either, except for what happened that night.

Our adversary presented himself as a dark and very frightening animal. He appeared incredibly strong, and was absolutely furious. He tried with all his might to attack me. The wind was blowing, and things were swirling through the air, making the scene incredibly noisy and chaotic. I was frightened beyond description.

I knew that I needed God's help, but I was so afraid, I could not even think of what to say. I began shouting above the incredible noise, and pleaded to God, Jesus, Blessed Mother, and St. Joseph to intercede for me, and for Jesus to cover the entire situation with His Precious Blood. I was amazed, because although the words were coming from me, I was too scared out of my wits to think of anything to say. The words spilling out were the right words!

The beast became even angrier, and shouted with malice, “That holy face!”

Then, he retreated.

Suddenly, I had the power to fight back against the demon. Somehow, that hateful creature ended up behind a door and to save myself, I had to shut that door. I rushed to it and pushed with all my might as the demon fought to keep it open. After a bitter struggle, I finally forced that door shut and was no longer at the unmercy of the devil.

The next morning upon waking, I felt very peaceful and prayerful. While praying, the Lord brought up what had happened during the night in the battle to overcome evil: I had to fight hard to get the devil behind the door. Then I was reminded of the Confessional door that had been so hard to shut, and understood at that moment that those two doors are one and the same.