Satan Is Mighty, But God is Almighty

By Wesley Martin

Greetings. For a brief introduction, my name is Wesley Martin, and I am an eleven-year-old blind friend of Marcus. As with him, I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and especially music. Marcus invited me to tell the story, of a specific experience of mine, in which I found that God is indeed almighty―so here goes:

A year ago, I had OCD, which is a mental disorder in which one repeats the same things over and over.

Thus it was that during the day, if I did not pray, almost every fifteen seconds, I would feel a horrible sensation that I cannot adequately describe. As a result, when we were playing baseball, I felt I had to stop and thank God that I didn’t bump into the backstop and hurt myself when running to the in-field. And because I was praying so much, I did not get my schoolwork finished by the end of the day, which lead to a great stack of homework.

Nighttime was similar. I still remember going to bed one night and just praying over and over as I kept thinking of things I had not yet prayed about that night. This dragged out for about three hours after I had gone to bed.

Another major thing that I dealt with was the covering of the head. 1 Corinthians 11:4 reads, “Every man who prays or prophesies with his head covered dishonors his head.” (ESV) Consequently, I thought it would be wrong to listen to music in a car since the roof “covered” your head.

I also had many other questions, such as, “Since Jesus didn’t wash his hands before the meal he ate with his disciples, should we also eat with unwashed hands? After all, should we not follow Jesus’ example?” I also misinterpreted Jesus to mean, in Luke 12:54-56, that we should not forecast the weather.

Our communion and preparatory church services also had a negative effect on my OCD, resulting in even more questions.

Eventually, I asked my parents about some of these things, and they helped clear up some misconceptions. I then took a few counseling sessions with a minister, which also helped to a degree. But eventually, when the issue persisted, my mother and I prayed together that God would be with me, and we told Satan to flee.

That was the turning point. It took a few months to clear up, but now that disorder no longer bothers me. OCD has virtually disappeared from my life, other than feeling a touch of it periodically.

My parents and the minister helped me overcome my OCD to an extent, but I feel it was “casting out the devil” that brought me the freedom I now enjoy. I give all credit to God, for although Satan certainly is mighty, The Lord our God is almighty, and praise be to His Name.

Let us never underestimate what God can, and will, do for us when we surrender ourselves to His will and seek His supreme guidance.

P.S. Feel free to ask any OCD-related questions in the comments below.

Thank you for reading my article.