Showing posts with label gods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gods. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Gods, Demons and the Farmer from Kashiram Nagar - Part 2

This is part two of the story that began here. As I mentioned before, I am not offering any commentary as I tell it. I am only sharing with you what he shared with me. What you do with the story is up to you!

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One day, as Kishor Massih was in the market, he noticed a young woman, no older than 30, hunched over and limping along as if she was 80. He went up to her and asked, "Are you alright? Are you in pain?"

The woman explained that she had recently been diagnosed with a serious case of ovarian cancer, but a botched operation had left her doubled over in severe pain. Kishor felt compassion for her and asked if he could pray for healing. She agreed.

Kishor didn't know how to make requests of God, and was hesitant to demand anything. But looking at this poor woman in so much pain, he decided to risk it. With a loud voice he called out, "May the pain be gone in the name of Jesus!"

Nothing happened. The woman remained hunched over. Disappointed, Kishor watched as she walked away, still very much in pain. But then, as she continued down the road, her strides became longer, her back became straighter and she began walking fully upright once more.

Catching back up with her later, Kishor learned that she had been completely healed! To this day, she remains free of the debilitating pain and her cancer has yet to return. Amazed at the power of his new God, Kishor returned home and delved yet again into his study of the Bible.


One morning, as Kishor sat on his porch reading, a shepherd boy walked by, clutching his head in agony. Once more Kishor asked if he was in pain. The boy explained that he had had piercing headaches and seizures all his life, but that he was used to it.

"May I pray for you?" Kishor asked.

"Yes. I guess so," the boy answered hesitantly.

Kishor put his hand on the boy's shoulder and began to pray. This time, however, the boy was instantly healed. He stood up surprised. For the first time in years, his head did not hurt!

He looked up at this strange healer and said, "You must come pray for my family! We have been cursed for many years. You can remove the curse!"

Kishor replied, "I will come, but you must know that I cannot do anything. It is only by the power of Jesus that I can heal." That said, he and the boy set off to meet the rest of the family.

Saying that they were cursed was no joke. For many years, there were always at least two family members sick and they had suffered through an amazing number of physical and financial calamities over the years.

When Kishor arrived, the father came out of the house and explained the family's current situation. The mother of the house had severe stomach pains, the father was ill with an unknown sickness and the boy's aunt had been curled up in a corner of the house, muttering threats and curses in a voice not her own. She was clearly possessed.

Kishor told the father to collect all the idols and religious symbols in the house and to bring them outside. Concerned, the father said, "But my sister has been threatening to kill us. What if one of us dies trying to collect the gods?"

Kishor looked him in the eye and said, "You go in there and challenge the demon with Christ's name. If someone dies in your family after you've done that, you can shoot me."

While the father collected the idols, Kishor began to improvise. He took a bowl and filled it with oil. Then, he lifted the bowl high and said, "Jesus, fill this bowl with your blood. I want to wash this family!"

He went into the house and began to anoint everything. He made a cross with the oil anywhere there was pain, and every time he did, the pain would disappear. Then he anointed the house itself... Walls, windows and doorways. Finally, he took the sack of idols and symbols out to the field where he used to live while demon possessed. There he smashed and burned them all.

That night, the family lay awake in utter terror. Each of them sensed an evil force outside the house, trying to pound it's way in. The mother heard the voice of one spirit pleading, "You worshiped us for 40 years, and now you want to make us orphans?" while another spirit took a more demanding tone. "If you leave us, we will curse you!"

The mother eventually caved in to the spirits' demands, and re-committed herself to them. But the next morning, it was clear that this was a mistake. Her son, totally healed the night before, was writhing on the ground shouting that he was going to drink someone's blood!

Kishor returned and scolded the mother. "You made a commitment to the demon again, didn't you?" When she answered in the affirmative, he said, "From now on you must make a choice. If you want to commit to demons, commit to demons. But if you want to commit to Christ, you must leave the spirits behind!"

Kishor then prayed over the boy and rebuked the demon within him. Immediately, the spirit left and the boy sat up, in his right mind once more. From that point on, the family remained free of the demons and to this day live as secret Christians in their village.


With these two unbelievable events behind him, Kishor began a ministry of healing. He traveled around to neighboring villages, bringing a message of hope and peace. The sick have been healed, demons have fled in terror, and even though many people are terrified of this strange Christian, they always seem to want more.

Just a few weeks ago, a neighboring village asked Kishor to come and share the story of his God. Soon he will return to them, bringing the message of the kingdom.

Apparently God is not quite finished with this farmer from Kashiram Nagar...

Friday, September 19, 2008

Gods, Demons and the Farmer from Kashiram Nagar - Part 1

In the U.S., we are not used to stories about demons and spiritual warfare. Frankly, that kind of stuff creeps us out. But in the developing world, such stories are not uncommon. Idols, curses, demon possession... It's here and it's real, whether we choose to acknowledge it or not!

Well, what follows is the story of a man for whom spiritual warfare is just another part of life. The other day he visited Truthseekers and offered to tell us his story.
You'll soon see why I had no choice but to write it all down.

Now, there is a lot to think about here, and it will undoubtedly raise questions. But I'm not going to offer any commentary. I'm just going to share what I heard. Believe it or don't believe it. It's up to you.


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Ram Kishor was a simple farmer. A devout Hindu with only a second grade education, he was just like millions of others all across the country. However, even from his birth it was obvious that Kishor would lead a different path.

On the night that his mother went into labor, a Brahmin priest gave his family a very bad horoscope. Consulting the stars, he proclaimed that "This child will either die very soon, or he will lose an eye."

Sure enough, a young Kishor suffered an accident which left his right eye almost totally blind. Of course, after the accident there was much celebration in his village. He wasn't going to die! The priest came back and gave a new prediction. "Now that he has survived, he will become a devout follower of the gods who will give him the power to help others."

With this prophecy always in the back of his mind, Kishor lived his life as a dedicated and hard working farmer. He constantly looked for ways to show his faithfulness to the god Ram, after whom he was named (Ram Kishor means "The Good Shepherd of Ram"). He got a tattoo of the monkey-god Hanuman on his left shoulder and a tattoo of Om on his right hand.

Kishor's early years passed without incident. Like most young men, however, he became increasingly weary of his daily routine. Around the age of 28, he was fed up with it all, and decided to take his devotion to the next level by chanting mantras. He chanted continuously for 7 months, waiting for something supernatural to happen. Then one day, something did.

Kishor began hearing voices. At first, these voices gave him suggestions of things to do or places to go. As he gave into their commands, however, the voices took over. Kishor became trapped in his own mind, watching as if in a dream while his body went places and did things he could not control. He began living among cows in a field, sinking deeper and deeper into madness and demon possession.

After two or three months of this, the nearby villagers had had enough. They were tired of this raving lunatic yelling at their children and frightening their cattle. They got him admitted into a mental institution where he would be safely contained behind lock and key.

However, the doctors at this hospital were either lazy or deluded, because they released Kishor after only one year. Even though he still heard voices, he was deemed fit enough to be introduced back into society. So, off he went to the only place he could think to go... home.

He was reunited with his family, slept in his old bed and tried to work on the farm again. But things were still not right. He was still hearing voices, except that this time, they were telling him to commit suicide. To drown himself in the Ganges river!


Before long, Kishor found himself on the edge of a bridge, looking down into the murky waters and preparing to jump. Just before he could, however, he saw a vision of a red dog leaping out of his chest and drowning itself in the water. All of a sudden he heard a new voice. This voice wasn't commanding. It wasn't angry. It was... soothing.

"You don't need to kill yourself. You saw the red dog jump. The spirit within you has been drowned in your place. Follow me."

With this new voice in his head, Kishor left the bridge and visited a few local missionaries he knew of. These Christians taught him about Jesus and began reading to him from the Bible. He decided to follow Christ, and was soon learning to read so that he could study scripture on his own.


Eventually, the time came for Kishor to publicly declare his faith. But before this could happen, he had a dream that shook him to his very core. In the dream, he was heading down to the river to be baptized. As he approached the water, he noticed that his old god Hanuman was the one who would be performing the baptism!

Confused by this apparent contradiction, he nevertheless entered the water. The spirit Hanuman placed his hand on Kishor's head and pushed him under the water. But he would not let Kishor come up for air. Hanuman was drowning him!

Kishor flailed for breath, trying desperately to shout out the name of his new God, but a shadow had fallen over his mind and he couldn't remember what to say. All he could get out was "Hail Hanuman." Finally, gathering all of his energy for one final outburst, Kishor yelled out "Jai Yeshua Massih!!!" ("Hail Jesus Christ!").

With that exclamation, the spirit of Hanuman lost his power and became weak. Kishor hurled him into the water and awoke from his dream.

After this bizarre vision, Kishor asked a Christian friend why this had happened. His friend inquired, "Do you have any pictures of gods or idols above your bed?"

"No," Kishor replied. Then he remembered, "but I do have these two tattoos!" Of course! On his shoulder was a picture of the very god that had tried to drown him.

Immediately he ran to the closest tattoo parlor he could find and had both images covered over by crosses. He also decided to change his name. From that point on, he was no longer to be known as Ram Kishor. Now, he was to be called Kishor Massih, "The Good Shepherd of Christ."

Kishor was a new man, a follower of Jesus. His life had been completely transformed. But that's only the beginning of the story, because not long after that, the healings started.

To be continued...