by Jean Holland @BrideGuide77
The Philistines had taken the captured Ark of the Covenant to Ashdod to set it up in the temple of their god, Dagon. The next morning, he was discovered face down before the Ark. Clueless, they picked him up and set him back in place.
But when they arose early the next morning, behold, Dagon had fallen on his face to the ground before the ark of the Lord. And the head of Dagon and both the palms of his hands were cut off on the threshold; only the trunk of Dagon was left to him. 1 Samuel 5:4 NASB
God led me to this passage during my quiet time on a mission trip to the New York School of Urban Ministry. Little did I know that it was a picture of what was to take place that night during our homeless ministry. I felt compelled to stay in the van interceding for the team as they handed out peanut butter sandwiches and shared the Gospel.
As I lay in the floor weeping, groaning, and praying, I saw the head of a snake bobbing and swaying. I thanked God for cutting off the head of the snake as He had cut off the head of Dagon. Though the Spirit repeatedly warned me to pray about the hands, I stubbornly refused. In fact, I argued, snakes don’t have hands.
But they do, was the reply. Remember your Biology class. Snakes have vestigial hand-like organs; pray about those hands. So, I prayed, God thank You for cutting off the hands too. Release came to pray for something else.
That night my roommate told me a woman bobbing and swaying like a cobra attempted to seduce one of our team members. Someone chimed in, she didn’t have a tooth in her head except for two fangs. Imagine my surprise. But that’s not all.
Instead of eating the sandwich, cobra-lady tore it apart, spread peanut butter on her hands, and groped for the face of a young man who is deathly allergic to peanuts. All of a sudden, with no explanation, the she withdrew her hands placing them behind her back.
The next morning, we went to worship at Times Square Church. Vicki and I knelt at the altar to pray for cobra-lady before service started. Vicki prayed, Lord, I don’t know the woman’s name, but You do… as we continued to pray for her deliverance, I felt the floor under us shake. I asked Vicki if she felt it, but she said, “No, Jean but I heard this: Psalm 18:4-7, 16-17.” As we got up from our knees, I heard Him say, I have changed her name to Daughter.
Since neither Vicki or I knew the Scripture reference, we looked it up. Here’s what we discovered:
The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From His temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears. The earth trembled and quaked, and the foundations of the mountains shook; They trembled because he was angry… Psalm 18:4-7. 16-17 NIV
Reading about Dagon before our trip gave me insight in how to intercede effectively that night. We had no idea how Psalm 18 related to our prayer, but God was gracious enough to tell us to read it. We don’t have to memorize the Bible to be effective prayer warriors. We just need to be open to prompts from the Holy Spirit.
Praise the Name of the Lord forever, He cut off the head and hands of the serpent. One day I will meet Daughter in heaven and O what a day that will be!
About the author: Jean Holland has written and taught local and international Bible studies for children, youth, and adults to encourage the Bride of Christ to triumph through turbulent times. She has one book in the hands of a content editor awaiting publication, The Rising Bride: A Wake-up call for Christians Living in the Last Days.
Jean enjoys family camping trips across the USA and Canada in a vintage motor home. Her Beloved blog is devoted to heralding the call of our soon coming King.