A Witch's Invitation - CARMAN

One peaceful afternoon I picked up from my mailbox the strangest looking letter

I’d ever seen, a chilling little envelope bordered with flying bats,

and eerie serpents whose eyes were tinted green.

The letter was addressed to

me so as I opened it I froze.

What I read turned my complexion three shades of

blue.

It said, 'My name is Isaac Horowitz.

I’m a male witch, a warlock and I

feel I need to spend some time with you.'

Now as a Christian from a little church with God’s call on my life,

a man of faith and power with a challenge to grow I did what any saint would

do in my situation.

I tore it up said, 'Lord, no way I’m gonna go.

' Then gently and methodically the Holy Spirit spoke and reminded me we’re

God’s voice to our nation.

It’s the church’s responsibility to witness,

so reluctantly I accepted this witch’s invitation

He had the house you’d expect, the old English cottage, a 'Nightmare on Elm

Street' special right to the core, the overgrown ivy, the gate that creaked

when opened, somehow you’d expect Freddy to answer this door.

The doorbell rang,

a hollow gong, the knob twisted then opened, and Isaac stood before me with a

grin.

His jet black hair and well trimmed beard flowed with his black silk

clothes.

My skin crawled as he said, 'Please come on in.'

His house was filled with every occultic symbol you could fathom;

Hanging pentagrams and horoscope signs, a Ouija board and dungeons and dragons

game set on the table, a crystal ball with an incandescent shine.

Then graciously he handed me some steaming herbal tea.

Its presence caused my

memory to jog… I thought of every horror flick I’d seen when I was a kid and

thought 'man if you drink this stuff next day you’ll be a frog.'

Then he led me to a high backed chair as he meticulously began to unfold his

scenario with evil patience.

I was given a giant leather bound book jammed with

newspaper clippings, thus the reason for this witch’s invitation.

With eagerness he pointed to each article with pride.

He said, 'I healed this

woman through a Babylonian chant;

You see this man, I cured him while

performing druid worship;

I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt.'

On and on, page after page, delightfully he flaunted each incident for an hour

without a breath.

He said, 'Do you realize through my understanding of the dark

regions that I can make you rich or even curse someone to death?

' I sat literally intimidated by his immensity in demon power while his face

shone with a satanic arrogant bliss.

Then placing his hands on the arms of my

chair and leaning into my face he said, 'What can your God do to compete with

this?'

I knew then how Moses felt, when his rod turned to a serpent and the three

Egyptian magicians did the same.

It’s as if you’re sitting there in that

stunned moment while your faith gets violated and all you feel is weak,

powerless and lame.

I desperately and deeply prayed saying, 'Jesus give me

wisdom — I don’t want to put you through some foolish test.

Then a shaft of

light shot through my soul igniting my eyes with fire.

God stood me up and I

threw the book back in his chest

I said 'Isaac, I’ll not compare God’s miracles versus Satan’s — the issue’s not

God’s kingdom and Satan’s lair.

The real comparison is the condition of your

soul and the condition of mine, and you puppet of the devil, that I will

compare.

I said, My friend, one day they’re coming for you — the soft

associates in your incantations — the friendly demons you think you now control.

The time will come when you’ll be lying in bed wheezing like a dying animal

and those spirits lay claim to the rights they own to your soul.'

'Then the room will grow dark, and the most hideous evil faces you ever seen

will come flaming out of the floor with a yell!

The vile informants that

promised reincarnation will claw your spirit and victoriously drag your soul to

hell!'

Then I grabbed the book and said, 'In that moment which mantra, which

incantation you gonna chant to tell them to leave you alone?

I said, My friend,

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what I would say…'I'm bought with the

blood of Jesus!

Let me go!'

'

I said, 'Isaac, when you tossed that book in my lap, you gloated with a

sinister victory.

You rejoiced when you saw your name in black and white.

Now I rejoice, but not that your counsel of demons are subject to Jesus,

but that my name is written in the Lamb’s Book of Life!'

Then Isaac jumped up

from his chair and screamed, 'You must leave now!'

I said, 'I will,

but one last obligation — Next time think twice before you rumble with a man

of God!!!

And by the way thanks for your.

uhh… witch’s invitation