
Bishop Mar Mari Reveals The Fatal Sin That Blocks Every Single Prayer
Dienstag, 20. Oktober 2026 · 40 min
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God told me to speak to you alone right now. Stop scrolling. Put your phone down on the table. Look directly into my eye and listen to the voice of a spiritual father who loves you enough to tell you the raw, unvarnished truth. What I am placing before your conscience tonight is the difference between eternal life and eternal regret.
You did not click on this screen by accident. You did not find yourself sitting in this quiet room tonight by coincidence. The Lord Jesus Christ has brought you to this precise moment because your spiritual life is suffocating. Your knees are tired from kneeling on a cold floor and your soul is screaming into what feels like an empty void.
You have been crying out in the middle of the night, asking yourself, why is God not answering me? Why has heaven gone silent? Why do my prayers feel like they bounce right off the plaster ceiling and smash back onto the carpet in pieces? Before we take another breath together, write Amen in the comments right now to tell heaven that your heart is open and listening. Do it as an act of defiance against the enemy who wants you to keep scrolling into damnation. Write it now because the warning I carry for you tonight is heavy and the narrow gate is closing much faster than you think. Most souls will not make it into the kingdom of God.
Our Lord said it plainly in the gospel. Wide is the road that leads to destruction, and many go down that path. But narrow is the gate, and difficult is the way that leads to life, and only a few find it. Most people want a comfortable, painless religion. They want a designer Jesus who pats them on the back, ignores their filth, and blesses their rebellion while they carry hatred in their bones. But I tell you the truth tonight.
If you die with what is currently hidden inside your chest, heaven will not open for you. The gate will be shut, bolted, and sealed against you, not because God lacks power, but because you have willingly swallowed the fatal poison that blocks every single prayer you utter.
Look at me, my beloved child.
Look at this black patch over my right eye. Look at this pectoral cross resting upon my chest. I do not wear these things as ornaments. I do not speak to you from a high palace or an ivory tower where life is soft and comfortable. I speak to you as a shepherd who was covered in his own blood on the floor of Christ the Good Shepherd Church in Wakely, right here in Western Sydney. On the 15th of April 2024, as I stood before the Holy Altar offering the words of eternal life, a young man, blinded by deception and manipulated by dark spirits, walked up to the sanctuary. He pulled out a blade, lunged forward, and struck my face, piercing my eye and cutting down my flesh. My blood poured out like water onto the cold marble steps before
the Holy Altar. In that terrifying second, when human nature screams to strike back, when the flesh cries out for vengeance and the natural man wants retribution, the Holy Spirit filled that sanctuary with a supernatural peace that silenced every demon in hell. The world was watching the live stream.
The world expected screams of fury, but Christ our God took over. As the blood ran warm down my neck, the Lord of glory whispered inside my soul that ancient eternal sentence from Golgotha,' Forgive him, for he knows not what he does.' I stretched out my hand over that young boy while he was pinned to the ground, and I prayed for his salvation.
I looked at him as my son, not my enemy.
Why? Because if I had held even one single drop of hatred against that child, if I had harbored even an ounce of resentment, bitterness, or vengeance against the boy who took my eye, every single prayer from my lips would have become an abomination to God Almighty from that second forward. Our Lord Jesus spoke these terrifying words in the Gospel of St. Matthew, chapter 6, verses 14 and 15.
Hear them with trembling fear. For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. In my mother tongue, in the ancient holy Aramaic language that Yeshua Meshicha spoke with his own lips upon the hills of Galilee, we recite the prayer he handed down to the disciples, Abun Dibwashmaya, our Father in Heaven. When we come to the petition regarding our debts, the original Aramaic text does not merely say, Pardon us. It says, It says, You cannot separate your prayer from your mercy. You cannot beg God for clemency at his throne while keeping your neighbor in a chokehold
over a past offense.
It is a spiritual impossibility.
Say this with me out loud wherever you are sitting right now, in the stillness of your room, Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner. Say it with your voice. Let the walls hear you. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner. If you mean those words from the bottom of your soul, then prepare yourself, because tonight the scalpel of the Holy Spirit is going to cut deep into your heart to remove the malignant tumor you have been feeding for years. The first revelation you must confront without flinching is the spiritual reality of unforgiveness as a legal eviction notice against the Holy Spirit. People come to me every single week in Sydney. They come into my office crying tears of utter despair. They say, Bishop,
I have been praying for 10 years for my depression to lift. I have been fasting 40 days. I have been anointing my forehead with holy oil from Jerusalem. I have attended every vigil, I light candles, I pay my tithes, but my home is a living hell. The demons torment my dreams at night. I wake up paralyzed with fear.
Why is God ignoring me? Why is He treating me like an enemy? I look them straight in the eyes, and I ask them one simple question. Who are you refusing to release? Immediately their faces harden, their jaws clench tight, their eyes turn away from mine. They say, Bishop, you do not understand what they did to me. You do not understand how my father abandoned me when I.
Was six years old.
You do not know what my ex-husband said to me before he walked out the door with another woman. You do not know how my business partner cheated me out of every dollar I had, leaving my children hungry. You do not know how my mother abused me, how my brother slandered my name across the entire family, how the church people gossiped about my private pain. I cannot forgive that person, Bishop. It is impossible. I will forgive anyone else, but not them. Listen to me very carefully, my beloved child.
You think your bitterness is a weapon protecting your dignity. You think that by keeping that burning grudge inside your chest, you are punishing the person who hurt you.
You are completely deceived by the devil.
Bitterness is drinking a cup of deadly rat poison every single morning and expecting the other person to drop dead. They are out there living their life. They are sleeping peacefully in their bed, eating dinner, going to work, and laughing with their friends while you are lying awake at 3 o'clock in the morning, drowning in toxic adrenaline, destroying your nervous system, giving yourself ulcers, high blood pressure, and spiritual cancer. But it is far worse than physical sickness.
In the spiritual, spiritual world, the moment you decide to withhold forgiveness from a human being, you grant a legal warrant to Satan to build a fortress over your life. Demons are legalists. They do not operate outside of spiritual laws. When Jesus spoke the parable of the unmerciful servant in Matthew chapter 18, he concluded with a warning that should cause every bone in your body to shake. The king, furious because the servant who was forgiven a debt of 10,000 talents, turned around and choked his fellow servant over a miserable 100 denarii, delivered that wicked servant over to the tormentors until he should pay.
All that was due. Who are the tormentors?
They are the demonic spirits of anxiety, panic, depression, obsessive racing thoughts, demonic nightmares, and physical affliction. They have a legal right to torment your mind because you are holding another soul in an internal prison. You go to your bedroom at night, you shut the door, you drop to your knees, and you look up to heaven and say, The Holy Angels stand ready to.
Amen. Amen.
They say to the righteous judge, look at this soul down there. They are asking you for infinite mercy, yet in their heart they are holding their sister, their father, their co-worker, their former spouse in an iron cage of resentment. By the very words of Christ himself, they cannot receive what they refuse to give. And God, who cannot lie and cannot violate his own holy nature, must remain silent.
Heaven turns into a thick wall of brass above your head. Your words do not rise higher than your ceiling. You can scream, you can beat your chest, you can cry until your eyes are red and swollen. But until you drop the charges against your offender, your file remains frozen in the high court of God. You are locking yourself in hell, holding the key in your own hand, and blaming God for the darkness. This brings us directly to the second deep revelation, the utter demolition of modern, lukewarm, comfortable Christianity. We are living in the most spiritually pathetic, watered-down, compromised generation the world has ever seen. The pulpits across the Western world have abandoned the cross of Jesus Christ.
They have turned the gospel of repentance into a cheap motivational seminar. They tell you, God loves you just the way you are. You do not need to change. You do not need to crucify your flesh. Just believe in your dreams, claim your financial blessing, and walk in your worldly success. It is a lie straight from the pit of hell. this cheap grace will lead millions of churchgoers straight into the eternal lake of fire. True Christianity is not a social club. It is not an ethnic gathering where we put on our nice suits and pretty dresses on Sunday morning, smile at the priest, take a piece of bread, and then go home to gossip, slander our brothers, hold grudges against our neighbors, and watch demonic filth on
our television screens for the rest of the week. I tell you plainly, Jesus Christ did not come down from the eternal heights of heaven, take on human flesh, endure being spat upon by Roman soldiers, have his holy beard torn from his face, and be nailed like a common criminal to a wooden beam just so you could live a comfortable, selfish life while harboring poison against your neighbor.
Look at the cross of Calvary. Look at the bleeding hands of your king, when Yeshua was hanging between heaven and earth, with iron spikes driven through his wrists, with a crown of sharp thorns cutting into his skull, his lungs collapsing with every agonizing breath, looking down at the very men who hammered the nails into his bones. He did not call down twelve legions of angels to incinerate them into dust. He looked at them with tears of infinite divine compassion and cried out to the Father to pardon them. That is the standard of the kingdom of God.
Nothing less than that will enter paradise. If you claim to be a follower of Christ, if you call him Lord, Lord, but you refuse to forgive the person who betrayed you, then you are a hypocrite and the truth is not in you.
You are wearing the.
Name of Christian like a cheap costume while serving the spirit of the Antichrist in your private heart. I see young people coming to Christ the good shepherd in Sydney completely shattered by the darkness of this world. They are addicted to drugs trapped in sexual confusion cutting their own wrists running to psychiatric wards swallowed by demonic depression. They say, Bishop, I want peace, but I cannot stand my parents. My dad was an alcoholic. He beat me. He broke our family.
I hate him with every fiber of my being. I sit down with these precious young boys and girls. I take their trembling hands in mine, and I weep with them. I do not minimize their trauma. I do not say that what their earthly father did was acceptable.
What was done to you was evil. It was demonic. It was a wicked injustice.
But then I tell them, my son, my daughter, your earthly father was a slave to Satan. He was blind, captive, bound in iron chains of sin, doing the bidding of the devil because he.
Knew no better.
Will you allow his sin from 20 years ago to drag your soul into the eternal pit of hell today? If you hold on to your hatred toward your father, you are chaining your destiny to his sin. You are letting him control your eternity. Forgiveness is not saying that what he did was good. Forgiveness is not an emotion.
It is not a fuzzy, warm feeling in your stomach. Forgiveness is a ruthless, bloody, supernatural act of your will where you drag your wounded ego to the foot of the cross, you surrender the court case to Almighty God, and you tear up the debt slip in the name of Yeshua. You say, Lord, they owe me an apology.
They owe me my childhood. They owe me my money. They owe me my honor. But I cancel their debt tonight because you canceled my infinite mountain of filth upon the tree of Golgotha. Do not dare tell me it is too hard. Do not dare say to me, Bishop, you do not know my pain. When I was bleeding on the floor of my church in Wakely, with the blade still wet with my blood, every demon in the atmosphere wanted me to curse that boy. The human flesh wanted to see him crushed. But the power of Jesus Christ is greater than human flesh. The Holy Spirit inside a true disciple of Christ is more powerful than all.
The hatred in the world.
If I can look into the face of the young man who pierced my flesh, cut my eye, and tried to end my earthly life before the holy altar of God, and tell him, I love you, my son, and I pray that Christ opens your eyes to the truth, then you can forgive your spouse.
You can forgive your former friend. You can forgive your parents.
You can forgive the co-worker who lied about you behind your back. Stop making excuses for your rebellion. Stop coddling your spiritual wounds. You have turned your offense into a sacred shrine that you visit every night, bowing down to your bitterness, polishing your resentment, and demanding that everyone feel sorry for you. Break that demonic idol to pieces right now.
Smash it against the rock of Christ. Now we arrive at the third deep revelation, the practical manual for spiritual warfare right at your bedside in the fourth watch of the night between three and six o'clock in the morning.
This is the hour when.
The warfare over your soul reaches its absolute peak. The ancient fathers of the church knew this mystery well. The fourth watch is the exact hour when our Lord Jesus Christ walked upon the raging waves of the Sea of Galilee, treading the storm beneath his feet. It is the hour when the demonic spiritual world unleashes its heaviest spiritual oppression against the human mind, bombarding you with sudden panic, terrifying thoughts, memories of past shame, and burning flashes of every person who has ever hurt you. You wake up with your heart pounding against your ribs. You stare at the ceiling in the pitch black. The enemy whispers into your ear.
Remember what they said to you? Remember how they humiliated you? You are worthless. God has abandoned you. You will never recover from this. Your life is over. What do you do in that exact moment? Do not roll over and surrender to the spiral of dark thoughts. Do not reach for your phone to numb your brain with demonic social media feeds, looking at vanity and filth that only feeds the darkness in your room. Get out of your bed.
Throw the blankets off your body. Drop onto your knees on the hard floor, right where you are. Touch your forehead to the ground in the ancient posture of holy repentance. Make the sign of the cross over your face, over your heart, over your bed, and invoke the blood of the Lamb.
When you pray, you do.
Not use vain repetitions or empty poetic speeches to impress men.
You enter into spiritual combat.
You begin with the royal key that opens heaven. You call upon God as your true heavenly father through Yeshua Meshicha. Understand this divine mystery. Until God is truly your father, heaven remains shut. Many people say, well, Bishop, God is the creator of all things, so everyone is a child of God. No, my beloved, God is the creator of all human beings, but he is only the father of those who are reborn through Jesus Christ, who have surrendered their lives to him and who bear his spiritual DNA.
And what is the primary DNA of the father? Divine, unconditional, sacrificial mercy. If you possess the spirit of hatred, vengeance, and unforgiveness, you do not bear the DNA of the heavenly Father. You bear the spiritual DNA of Satan, who was a murderer and an accuser of the brethren from the beginning. You cannot say, Our Father, with a heart full of venom, because the Holy Spirit will not bear witness to a lie. But when you bow before him in genuine humility, when you say, Father, dad my abba i have nothing to offer you except my broken wounded bleeding heart heaven immediately pays attention The angels pause. The atmosphere in your room shifts. Then comes the real warfare at your bedside. You must name your offenders out loud
before God. Do not hide behind generalities. Do not say, Lord, bless all my enemies. That is lazy. That is cowardly. Speak their specific names into the quiet of your room. Say, in the name of Yeshua Meshicha, I forgive my father for what he did to me. I release him completely. I bring him before your throne of grace. Lord, do not hold this sin against his charge. Break the chains of darkness over his life. Save his soul from eternal damnation.
I forgive my former husband. I forgive my former wife. I forgive the person who cheated me. I forgive the one who slandered me. I cancel every debt they owe me. I take the nail that was driven into my heart and I nail it to the cross of Jesus Christ. When you speak these words aloud, your flesh will scream.
You may feel a burning sensation in your chest. You may feel sick to your stomach. You may begin to weep uncontrollably. Do not stop. Keep praying. Keep releasing them until the demonic grip breaks off your soul. The entire universe together is gravity because he knows that the exact second you release that debt from your heart, his legal warrant is shredded into pieces by the blood of Christ.
The demonic tormentors lose their authority to harass your mind. The iron ceiling that has blocked your prayers for months, for years, for decades, shatters like cheap glass. The river of the Holy Spirit begins to flood into your room. Peace that passes all human understanding, the peace that guarded my soul while I bled upon the altar in Sydney, will rush into your chest like a mighty tidal wave.
You will breathe deeply for the first time in years.
You will look around your quiet room and realize that the darkness has fled, the presence of Christ the King has filled every corner, and your prayers are ascending straight to the throne room of the Almighty God without a single hindrance. My beloved, time is running out. We are standing in the final hours of human history. Look around at the world. Nation is rising against nation. Kingdom against kingdom.
The Antichrist system is being constructed before our very eyes. Deception is running rampant through the nations, through the governments, through the schools, and even through the churches. The love of many has grown completely cold, exactly as the Lord prophesied. People are lovers of themselves, arrogant, ungrateful, unholy, without natural affection, unforgiving, slanderers, brutal, and haters of good. Do not let yourself be swept away in this demonic flood of bitterness that is poisoning the earth. Maranatha, our Lord is coming. He is standing at the door. When the Son of Man returns, will he find faith on the earth? Will he find his bride clothed in garments of pure white mercy? Or will
he find you clutching the rotten garbage of your petty grudges? I plead with you tonight, not as a judge, but as a shepherd who would gladly pour out his life for your salvation. Do not close your eyes to sleep tonight with unforgiveness in your heart. You have no guarantee that you will wake up tomorrow morning. You have no promise that your heart will beat another thousand times. If your soul is required of you this very night, where will you stand? What will you say to the king whose hands were pierced for your sins when he looks at you and asks, why did you demand that I forgive you an ocean of rebellion while you refused to drop a single drop of mercy upon your brother? Settle the case with your adversary right now while you are
still on the way.
Lay down your weapons.
Tear up the mental list of offenses you have kept tucked away in your memory. Let the blood of Jesus Christ wash your slate completely clean. The door of heaven is open right above your head at this very moment, but you must walk through it with empty, open hands of mercy. Say to him tonight, Lord Jesus, I let it all go. Have mercy on me, have mercy on them, and let your divine peace reign in my soul forever.
Amen. Listen to me very carefully, my beloved.
Do not turn away, because what I am about to tell you cuts straight to the marrow of your bones. There are three terrifying realities that the devil has hidden from the modern church. Three deceptions that are dragging millions of believers straight into eternal ruin while they sit comfortably in the pews thinking they are on the narrow road to paradise. The entire universe together is gravity. The entire universe together is gravity. The entire universe together is gravity.
I simply remember what they did to me so that I will never be hurt again. You call it wisdom. You call it self-preservation. You call it setting boundaries. But I tell you by the authority of the living God, it is nothing other than an open altar to Satan built in the secret chamber of your heart. When you retain an offense, you are not setting a boundary. You are building an idol out of your own wounded ego.
You are telling Almighty God, Lord, your justice is too slow. Your judgment is too weak. Your cross is not sufficient to balance the scales. Therefore, I will take the judgment seat into my own dirty hands.
I will hold this soul in my prison.
I will torture them with my hatred every time I replay their offense in my mind. Every single day that you replay that betrayal, you are bringing fresh blood and placing it upon the altar of pride. You think you are drinking poison and expecting the other person to die, but it is far worse than that. You are inviting the prince of darkness to come and dwell inside your chest.
Do you not know what happens in the spiritual world when you harbor unforgiveness? The scripture says in Ephesians chapter 4, Do not let the sun go down upon your wrath, neither give place to the devil. The Greek word for place is topos. It means a legal jurisdiction, a territory, a piece of ground that belongs to you by title deed.
When you close your eyes at night with anger burning against your mother, against your father, against your former spouse, against that pastor who failed you, you are signing over a deed of ownership to the devil. You are writing in your own blood, Satan, here is a room in my soul. Come and build your throne here. And what does he do with that room? He does not leave it empty. He fills it with unclean spirits of infirmity, of cancer, of anxiety, of panic, of sleeplessness, of depression.
How many of you are running from doctor to doctor, spending your life savings on medications, on psychologists, on therapies, wondering why your body is deteriorating? Wondering why your stomach is tied in knots? Wondering why your blood pressure spikes through the roof? I tell you the truth. 70% of the physical diseases plaguing God's people tonight are not biological.
They are spiritual tumors grown from the seeds of rotten unforgiveness.
You are asking.
God to heal your physical body while you are actively feeding the demonic parasite that is eating your flesh from the inside out. Cut off the food supply tonight. Forgive them, release the debt, and watch how the healing virtue of Jesus Christ flows into your bones like sweet water. This leads me to the second deep revelation, which exposes the horrific hypocrisy of our generation. You want the mercy of the cross for your massive mountains of sin, but you demand the strict justice of Mount Sinai for the tiny pebbles of sin committed against you. Consider the parable our Lord Jesus told in Matthew chapter 18. A servant owed his king 10,000 talents. Do you know how much 10,000 talents was in the ancient world?
It was an astronomical impossible debt.
A single talent was equal to 20 years of wages for a common laborer. 10,000 talents represented millions of days of hard labor. If that servant had lived a thousand lifetimes, he could never have paid back even a fraction of what he owed. He stood before the king stripped of everything, facing lifetime imprisonment, facing the horrific reality that his wife and his innocent children would be sold into slavery to satisfy the debt. He fell upon his knees and wept, begging, Master, have patience with me and I will pay thee all.
The king knew the servant could never pay it. But the king was moved with weighty, divine pity. He did not simply give him more time. He wiped the entire ledger clean. He tore up the debt. He cancelled the millions of dollars in a single second. The servant walked out of that palace a completely free man.
The sun was shining. His family was saved.
The crushing weight that had suffocated his existence was lifted off his neck. Listen to me with every fiber of your being. Unforgiveness is the direct declaration that you do not belong to Jesus Christ. You can shout in tongues. You can prophesy until the walls shake. You can give all your goods to feed the poor. You can fast 40 days and 40 nights until your ribs stick out of your skin. You can know the entire Holy Bible by heart from Genesis to Revelation in Hebrew, Aramaic and Greek.
But if you hold bitter hatred against another human being, you are completely dead in your sins and the fire of hell is waiting for you.
The Apostle John wrote in his first.
Epistle, chapter 3,' Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer, and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.
Did you hear that?
God does not say you are merely a struggling Christian. He does not say you are an immature believer who needs time to process your feelings. The Holy Spirit calls you a murderer when you hate, when you despise, when you refuse to forgive. In the eyes of the righteous judge of heaven, you are standing in the very same category as Cain when he crushed the skull of his brother Abel in the field. Cain could not stand the righteousness of his brother. You cannot stand the mercy of God extending to your enemy. On the day of the stabbing, when that young man ran at me with the blade, plunging it repeatedly toward my head and my eyes, what did the flesh demand? The flesh demanded vengeance. The flesh
demanded that someone pull out a weapon and tear that boy apart. The flesh cried out for justice, for blood, for retaliation. If I had allowed one microsecond of hatred to enter my spirit while that steel was tearing through my flesh, if I had cursed him in my heart, my priesthood would have been an utter sham before Almighty God.
At that exact second, the Spirit of Christ within me spoke louder than the pain, louder than the blood blinding my right eye. What did Jesus say when the Roman soldiers drove iron spikes through his sacred hands and feet? He did not call down twelve legions of angels to turn the city of Jerusalem into ashes. he did not curse the men who spat in his face and plucked out his beard he looked up into heaven with eyes full of infinite divine love and prayed father forgive them for they know not what they do that is not a suggestion my beloved That is not a poetic recommendation for saints and martyrs. That is the standard of Christianity.
If the Spirit of Christ lives in you, you must forgive your attacker. You must pray for the one who abused you. You must love the one who betrayed you. If you cannot do this, you do not have the Spirit of Christ. And Romans chapter 8 verse 9 says plainly, Now if any man have not the spirit of Christ, he is none of his. Think of the horror of the day of judgment. You stand before Christ the King.
You say, Lord, Lord, look at my prayers. Look at my tithes. Look at my church attendance. Look at how I defended the faith on social media, and the king will look at you with eyes of flaming fire and say, I do not know you. You claim to be my disciple, but you refused my nature. I showed you mercy, but you showed cruelty. I shed my blood for your enemies, but you held them in contempt. Depart from me, you worker of iniquity, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels. Wake up, O sleeper. Shake off this demonic slumber. You did not stumble upon this message tonight by accident. You did not click on this screen by random chance. Do not dare think this is a coincidence.
God Almighty, who numbers the very hairs of your head, who saw you before you were formed in your mother's womb, has ordained this exact second to pull your soul out of the snare of the fowler. He saw you weeping in your bedroom. He saw the torment tearing your mind apart. He saw you drowning in the quicksand of your own bitter thoughts. And because he loves you with an everlasting love, he sent me, a poor, unworthy servant, to stand before you tonight and cry out, drop the stone, drop the stone before it drags you down to the pit of hell.
The accuser has lied to you for too long. Satan has whispered in your ear. If you forgive them, you are letting them get away with it. If you forgive them, you are saying that what they did was okay. That is a lie straight from the pit of darkness. Forgiveness does not mean that what they did was right. Forgiveness means you take your hands off their neck and place them into the hands of the living God whose judgment is perfect, righteous and true. Hear me now. Every demon of hell that is listening to my voice, I declare the absolute supremacy of the blood of Jesus Christ over this soul. I strip every legal warrant that you have held against this child of God. The blood of the lamb that was slain from the foundation of the world
speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.
It speaks mercy. It speaks pardon.
It breaks every generational curse that has run down your bloodline. It breaks the spirit of premature death. It breaks the spirit of chronic infirmity. It shatters the chains of depression, anxiety, and demonic oppression right now in the mighty, matchless, and holy name of our Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ.
I command you right now, do not sit there as a passive spectator. This is the hour of your deliverance. Place your right hand over your heart right now. Lift your other hand to the Lord wherever you are sitting in the quiet of this room. Feel the beating of your heart and know that breath is a gift from God.
That heartbeat is mercy. That breath is grace. Close your eyes. Bring that person's face into your mind. That person who hurt you. That person who abandoned you. That person who stole from you. That person who violated your trust. Look at them in the presence of Jesus Christ. Pray these words with me right now from the bottom of your soul.
Lord Jesus Christ, son of the living God, have mercy on me, a sinner. Tonight, by an act of my will, I choose to forgive. I name before you right now the person who wounded me. Lord Jesus, I release them entirely. I cancel their debt. I rip up the invoice. I refuse to hold them in my prison any longer. I forgive them, just as you have forgiven me. I wash their offense in your holy blood. I pray for their soul.
Bless them, Lord. Draw them to repentance. Save them from eternal ruin. And now, Lord, cleanse my heart. Uproot every root of bitterness. Drive out every spirit of anger, resentment, malice, and vengeance. Let your divine blood wash through every vein, every artery, every organ, and every.
Memory of my soul.
I take back the legal ground I gave to the enemy. I command every tormenting spirit of fear, sleeplessness and disease to leave my body and my home right now in the name of Jesus Christ.
I am free. The Son has set me free and I am free indeed.
My beloved, type the names of your children, your spouse, or your loved ones in the comments right now so we can lay them before the altar and cover them under the blood of Jesus. Let this be an altar of total surrender and eternal covenant.
Before the throne of God.
Now, receive the blessing of the Apostolic Church of the East.
May the Lord bless you and keep you.
May the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you his heavenly peace.
In the name of the.
Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, the one true God. May the holy angels of the Almighty encamp around your bed tonight. May the blood of Jesus Christ be an impenetrable shield over your windows, your doors, and your family. No plague shall come nigh your dwelling. No weapon formed against you shall prosper. Every lying tongue that rises against you in judgment, God shall condemn. Sleep in peace tonight. The King of Kings watches your door.
My beloved, I love you, and Jesus Christ loves you infinitely more.
Amen and amen.