What every Christian home must do before October 31st, the warning and the vision. There is one thing, just one thing that God showed me every Christian household must do before October 31st. It is not complicated. It does not cost any money. You probably already have everything you need right there in your home. But if you fail to do it, your door will remain open on a night when it should be closed.
Stay with me until the end because I am going to show you step-by-step exactly what you need to do. And at the end, you and I will pray together for your home and your family. Before we begin, I want to speak a blessing over you wherever you are watching this message right now. Whether it is morning or the middle of the night, whether you are in your kitchen, your bedroom, on a bus, or in a hospital, I declare the peace of the Lord Jesus Christ over your life. May the Lord watch over your coming and going.
May no evil come near your dwelling. May your children, your grandchildren, your husband, your wife, and every person living under your roof be covered by the blood of Jesus. And if you receive this blessing, write one word in the comments, "Amen." That is all. Just write "Amen" so I know you are here with me. There is something else I want to ask you to do and it is important. If you are watching this on your phone, look just below the video, next to the like button.
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It is one way of bringing this message to a family you have never met. Perhaps a mother, a grandmother, or a father who desperately needs to hear it right now. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Now, let me tell you something. In my previous message, I spoke about Christmas. I shared what God had placed upon my heart, and I never imagined what would happen afterwards. Messages began arriving from all over the world.
And do you know what touched me the most? It was not the number of people. It was what they wrote. A grandmother from Northern Ireland wrote the names of all her grandchildren, one by one. And she said something I have never been able to forget. She wrote, "I am the watchman of my family. I stand in the gap for them." A woman from South Africa wrote only these words, "May the Lord protect my children and my grandchildren."
A mother wrote that she was sick and struggling alone to care for her two children. She asked God for strength. Someone else wrote that they had lost their brother just before Christmas, and even now could not bring themselves to put up the Christmas tree early. I read as many of those messages as I could. And I prayed. As I prayed for you, for those names, and for those families, God spoke to me again.
But this time, he did not speak to me about Christmas. He spoke to me about what comes before it. The night of October 31st. I was sitting in my living room. It was late. The house was silent, that familiar stillness of the night that we all know. In front of me was a list of names that many of you had written. I was praying over them, one name at a time, slowly and carefully. Suddenly, I felt something I have experienced only a few times in my life.
A heaviness. It was not fear. It felt as though the air in the room had become heavier, like the atmosphere before a powerful storm, when you can sense the rain coming before the first drop falls. I closed my eyes and I saw a street, an ordinary American street. There were wooden houses on both sides, each with a front porch, a lawn, and a mailbox near the gate. It could have been in Texas, Ohio, or Georgia. It could have been almost anywhere in America.
It was nighttime. The houses were decorated. There were pumpkins in the windows, artificial spider webs hanging from fences, and skeletons displayed around the homes. Orange lights glowed near the doors. There were masks everywhere. People were laughing. Children walked along the street wearing costumes. Loud music was playing from a house on the corner.
Everything looked like a celebration. But then the Lord opened my eyes to see something different. And I saw darkness hanging over the street. It was not the ordinary darkness of the night. It was something else. It looked like a misty dark, low-hanging fog slowly descending over the neighborhood. It moved from house to house. Then I noticed something. In some houses, the mist entered. It slipped through the doors, through the windows, and even underneath the doors like smoke.
But in other houses, it could not enter. It approached those homes and suddenly stopped, as though an invisible wall stood in its way. And I asked, "Lord, why does this mist enter some houses but not others?" The Lord answered me, not with a loud voice, but with that quiet inner voice that you recognize as something beyond your own thoughts. He said, "Because some doors have been consecrated, while others have been left open."
Then I understood. It had nothing to do with whether a family was rich or poor. It had nothing to do with whether a house was beautiful or unattractive, large or small. It was about the door. It was about what the family had done or failed to do before that night. And I remembered the Passover in Egypt. Do you remember? On the night when the destroyer passed through Egypt, God instructed his people to take the blood of a lamb and place it on the doorposts of their houses.
Wherever the blood was found, the destroyer passed over without stopping. It did not matter who lived inside. What mattered was what had been placed upon the door. And the Lord said to me, "My people have forgotten that the home is a holy place. My people leave their doors open, and afterward they do not understand why so many things enter. Arguments that seem to come from nowhere. Nightmares troubling their children.
A heaviness in the house that refuses to leave. A son or daughter drifting away. A marriage growing cold. A sadness that arrives suddenly and remains." I know that some of you may be thinking, "But it is only a holiday. They are only costumes. It is just harmless fun for children." I understand. I used to think that way, too. But let me ask you something gently. What does that night celebrate? It celebrates death.
It celebrates fear. It celebrates witchcraft, spirits, demons, and blood all disguised as entertainment. And the Bible tells us in Ephesians that our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, powers, and the rulers of the darkness of this world. On one particular night, people all over the world open their doors and call darkness entertainment. Do you really believe that has no effect in the spiritual world?
A brother wrote beneath my previous video, "Halloween is not for believers. Keep your gates closed." And I agree with him. But listen carefully. I am not telling you this so that you will be afraid. Fear is exactly what that night wants from you. I am telling you this so that you will be prepared. There is a difference. A frightened person hides. A prepared person remains at peace. And that is what I want for you. Peace.
Part two, the first step: cleanse your home. Now I am going to show you what the Lord showed me, what you should do in your home before October 31st. If possible, take a piece of paper and a pen. Or simply listen carefully. These are simple steps. Anyone can do them. A child can do them. A person who is 90 years old can do them. And I will explain why each one matters. The first thing is to cleanse your home.
I am not simply talking about sweeping the floor, although you can do that, too. I am talking about removing the things that do not belong to God. Walk slowly through your home, room by room, and look at everything with fresh eyes. Is there anything in your home that celebrates death or fear? Perhaps there is a skull mask stored away from last year. Perhaps there is a witch costume at the back of a closet.
Perhaps someone bought a decoration featuring demons because they thought it was funny. Maybe there is a horror movie your children watch every week. Or a book, a game, or a decorative object that makes you feel uncomfortable whenever you see it, but you have never stopped to ask yourself why. That inner discomfort has a name. It is called discernment. It is the Holy Spirit warning you. Remove it from your home.
There is no need to create a scene. There is no need to argue with anyone. Simply remove it. Let me tell you something that happened to a family I knew. They were a couple living in Tennessee. They were good people who attended church every Sunday. The husband worked in an automobile repair shop, and the wife was an elementary school teacher. They had an 8-year-old son. He was a sweet, cheerful little boy.
But at one point, the child began having nightmares. Every night, he would wake up screaming. He said someone was standing in his bedroom. He described a figure standing in the corner watching him. His parents took him to the doctor. The doctor said it was probably a phase and that he would eventually grow out of it. But he did not. The nightmares continued for months. His mother began sleeping on the floor of his bedroom.
His father went to work exhausted because he was not sleeping properly. The entire atmosphere of the home became heavy. Then one day, the boy's grandmother came to visit. She was 80 years old. She was a woman of prayer, the kind of woman who would wake up in the middle of the night to pray. She entered her grandson's bedroom, stopped at the doorway, and looked toward a shelf. There, on the shelf, was a mask.
A skull mask. It was one of those Halloween masks the boy had received at school the previous year. He liked it, so he had placed it on the shelf directly opposite his bed. The grandmother did not say anything. She simply picked up the mask, took it outside, and threw it in the rubbish. Then she returned to the bedroom. She sat on her grandson's bed, placed her hand gently on his head, and prayed.
That night, the little boy slept peacefully through the entire night. And the following night. And the night after that. According to the family, the nightmares never returned. Now, I am not saying that every mask will cause nightmares. That is not what I am saying. What I am saying is that what you allow into your home matters. What you allow your children to look at as they fall asleep matters. So, that is the first step.
Cleanse your home. Remove what does not belong to God, and do it before October 31st.
Part three, the second step: consecrate the door of your home. Do you remember the vision? Do you remember the dark mist that stopped in front of certain houses? It stopped at the door. That brings us to the second step. Consecrate the entrance to your home. And this is how you can do it. Go into your kitchen and take a little oil.
It can be olive oil. It can be ordinary cooking oil, the same oil you use to prepare rice. It does not need to be expensive. You do not need to buy special oil from a religious shop. The oil has no power in itself. Please listen carefully. The power is not in the oil. The oil is a symbol. Throughout the Bible, oil is associated with the Holy Spirit. Kings were anointed with oil. Priests were anointed with oil.
The sick were anointed with oil. It is an act of faith. It is your way of declaring with your own hands, "This house belongs to God." Take a little oil on the tip of your finger. Go to the main entrance of your home. Make a small cross near the top of the door frame or on the side, wherever you can comfortably reach. And as you do this, pray aloud if possible. You can say, "Lord Jesus, I consecrate this doorway to you.
May everything that enters through this door come under your authority. And may everything that does not come from you be prevented from entering. This house belongs to you. In the name of Jesus, amen." That is all. Then do the same at the back door if you have one. You can also pray at the garage door and at the windows if you wish. And do not feel embarrassed. I know some people may look at you and think it is strange.
Perhaps a neighbor. Perhaps a relative. Perhaps your teenage son or daughter will roll their eyes. It does not matter. The Israelites may also have felt strange when they placed the blood of the lamb on their doorposts. But on that night, their homes were protected. Let me tell you what happened to a woman in Georgia. She was in her 70s. She was a widow. She lived alone in a small house on a dirt road outside of town.
She once wrote to tell me something I have never forgotten. She said that every year, before Halloween, she would anoint the entrance to her home. She had been doing this since her husband died. He was the one who taught her. One year, on the night of October 31st, she was sitting alone in her living room reading the Bible. It was late. Almost midnight. Suddenly, someone knocked on her door. She did not open it.
She remained silent. Then the knocking became louder. And after a while, everything went quiet. She told me she felt something terrible. A cold sensation ran down her spine. Yet at the same time, she felt peace. A peace she could not explain. She continued reading her Bible. She read aloud three times. The next morning, when she opened her front door, she saw footprints in the mud on her porch.
The footprints led directly to her door and then turned away. Later that same week, the police arrested two men who had been breaking into the homes of elderly people living alone in that area. She never discovered who had knocked on her door that night. But she believed she knew who had protected that door.
That is the second step. Consecrate the entrance to your home.
Part four, the third step. Pray in every room of your house.
After cleansing your home and anointing the entrance, walk through your house in prayer. Begin in the living room. Stand in the middle of the room and pray. Lord, let this living room be a place of peace. Let there be no fighting here. No shouting. No words that wound the heart. May my family gather here in love.
Then go into the kitchen. Pray. Lord, thank you for the food you provide. May there always be bread upon this table. Let this kitchen be a place of fellowship and gratitude.
Then go into the bedroom you share with your spouse, if you are married. Pray. Lord, I consecrate my marriage to you. Protect the covenant between us. Let no third person come between us. Let no coldness enter our relationship. Renew our love for one another.
Then go into your children's bedrooms. And here, take your time. Stand at the doorway. Look at their beds, their pillows, and their belongings. And pray from your heart. Lord, this is the bedroom of my son, of my daughter. Protect their sleep. Protect their dreams. Protect their minds. Let no spirit of fear enter this room. May they sleep peacefully beneath the shelter of your wings.
And if your children are already adults, if they have grown up and moved away, go into the room that used to belong to them. Pray there anyway. God hears you. Distance is not a problem for God.
A mother from Ohio once told me about her son. He had left home in anger. He argued with his father, packed his belongings, and moved to another state. He stopped answering the telephone. Every night, his mother entered his empty bedroom and prayed. She would sit on his bed and pray. She continued doing this for two years. Two years without hearing from him.
Then one November evening, the telephone rang. It was her son. He was crying. He said, "Mom, I don't know why, but I cannot stop thinking about you. Can I come home?" She told me he returned for Thanksgiving. He sat at the table with his father. And the two of them embraced.
That mother had prayed in an empty room. And God filled that room again. That is the third step. Pray in every room of your home.
And if you live in a small apartment, a single room, a nursing home, or even a hospital room, it makes no difference. Pray wherever you are. The place where you are living is your home for that moment. And God can consecrate any place.
Part five, the fourth step. Pray for every family member by name.
Before I show you the next step, which I believe is the most important of all, let me ask you something. If this message has blessed you so far, consider pressing the hype button below the video, next to the like button. It is free. And it may help more families in America and around the world receive this message before October 31st.
Now, the fourth step is to pray for your family members by name. By name. Do not simply say, "Lord, bless my family." Speak each person's name. Because when God called Moses, he called him by name. "Moses. Moses." When he called Samuel as a little boy, he called him by name. "Samuel. Samuel." When Jesus saw Zacchaeus sitting in the tree, he did not say, "Hey, you up there." He said, "Zacchaeus, come down quickly."
God knows every person by name. The good shepherd calls his sheep by name. And when you pray for someone by name, something happens in the spiritual realm. You are not praying for an abstract idea. You are bringing a real person before the throne of God.
So, take a sheet of paper. Write down the name of every member of your family. Your husband or wife. Your children, one by one. Your grandchildren, one by one. Your great-grandchildren, if God has blessed you with them. Your brothers and sisters. Your mother and father, if they are still alive. Your sons-in-law and daughters-in-law. The nephew nobody speaks to anymore.
And above all, write down the name of the person who has drifted away. Every family seems to have someone like that. Perhaps it is a son who no longer attends church. A granddaughter who wants nothing to do with God. A brother struggling with addiction. A daughter who married someone you believe was wrong for her and moved far away. Write their names. Every one of them.
Then, place that sheet of paper inside your Bible at . On the night of October 31st, and on the nights leading up to it, take that paper and pray over the names. One by one. Slowly. Without rushing. Speak each name and ask God for something specific concerning that person.
For example, Lord, I bring Michael before you. Protect him at work. Protect him as he travels. Lord, I bring Rachel before you. She has drifted far away from you. Please bring her back. Lord, I bring Daniel before you. Break the chains of addiction in his life. Lord, I bring little Emma before you. May she grow up knowing and loving you. Name by name.
Let me tell you something. Under my previous video, many of you did this without anyone asking you. A woman from Idaho wrote 16 names. Sixteen. Her children, grandchildren, sons-in-law, and daughters-in-law. A grandmother from Lynchburg, Virginia, wrote the names of all her children and grandchildren and asked us to pray for their souls. A mother from Kansas City wrote the names of her six children. She described one of them as her prodigal son, the one who had wandered away. A woman from Texas wrote the names of her son, her daughters, her granddaughter, and her sister who needed prayer.
When I read those messages, I cried because I understood something. You are the watchman. Do you remember the grandmother from Northern Ireland? She said, "I am the watchman of my family."
In the book of Ezekiel, God says that he searched for someone who would build up the wall and stand in the gap before him on behalf of the land. He was looking for one person. Just one. And many times in your family, that person is you. Perhaps you are the only person in your family who prays. Perhaps everyone thinks you are old-fashioned. Perhaps they think you exaggerate or talk about Jesus too much.
But your prayers may be one of the reasons your family continues to stand. Your prayers may be helping that grandchild who has not completely lost his way. You are a watchman. And a watchman does not fall asleep during the darkest night.
Let me tell you about a grandmother from Alabama. Her name was Dorothy. She lived in a small town where everybody knew everybody. She had been a widow for 15 years. Dorothy had a notebook. It was an old notebook with a blue cover and yellowing pages. Inside the notebook were the names of every member of her family, her four children, her 16 grandchildren, and her three great-grandchildren.
Every morning before breakfast, Dorothy sat in her kitchen, opened the notebook, and prayed over the names, one by one. She did this every day for more than 20 years. Her grandchildren thought it was funny. They would tease her. "Grandma, do you still have that little notebook?" And she would smile and say, "Yes, and I will keep using it until the day Jesus takes me home."
One of her grandsons was named Tyler. He was 22 years old. He worked as a truck driver, traveling across the country through Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, and other states. Tyler had drifted away from God. He no longer attended church. He rarely called his grandmother. He spent most of his life on the road.
One October night, Dorothy suddenly woke up. It was a little after 3:00 in the morning. She did not know why she had awakened. She only knew she needed to pray. She picked up her notebook, and one name came into her mind, Tyler. Only Tyler. She knelt on the kitchen floor and began praying for him. She was crying. She did not know why. She prayed for almost an hour. Finally, she felt peace and returned to bed.
Two days later, her telephone rang. It was Tyler. He told her that on that very night, he had been driving along a highway in Kansas. He was alone. He was exhausted. He had been driving for hours without enough sleep, and he fell asleep behind the wheel. The truck left the road. He woke up to the sound of the vehicle moving off course. He was heading directly toward a bridge.
Then he said, "Grandma, I cannot explain what happened. It felt as though someone grabbed the steering wheel." The truck stopped less than two meters from the edge. Then he asked, "Grandma, what time did you pray for me?" She answered, "A little after 3:00 in the morning." There was silence on the other end of the telephone because that was exactly the time the incident had happened.
The following Sunday, Tyler was sitting in church beside his grandmother. That is what it means to be a watchman. You do not know what your grandson may be going through right now. You do not know which road he is traveling. You do not know what danger he may be facing. But God knows. And when you pray for him by name, you are asking God to place his hand upon the steering wheel of his life.
At the end of this video, I want you to write your city and the names of the people in your family in the comments. I promise that I will pray for them. And others who read those comments can pray for them, too. Imagine thousands of people across America and around the world praying for your child by name.
That is the fourth step. Pray for your family members by name.
Part six, the fifth step, bless your children while they sleep.
The fifth step is to bless the children while they are sleeping. If you have young children in your home or grandchildren who sleep at your house, this is for you. On the night of October 31st, when they have fallen asleep, quietly enter their bedroom. Do not wake them. Gently place your hand upon their head. Or, if you are afraid of waking them, place your hand at the foot of the bed.
Then bless them softly, almost in a whisper. Say, "May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you. May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace." That is the blessing God instructed Aaron to pronounce over the people of Israel. You can find it in Numbers chapter 6.
Then speak the child's name. In the name of Jesus, Lucas. In the name of Jesus, Sophia. The children may not remember it. They will be asleep. But heaven will remember. And one day, when they are adults and facing a difficult moment, something will sustain them. They may not understand what it is, but you will remember. It was the hand of their mother resting upon their head one October night. It was the voice of their grandmother whispering a blessing in the darkness.
And if your children do not live with you, if your grandchildren live in another state or another country, you can do this differently. Take a photograph of them. Place your hand upon the photograph and speak a blessing over them in the same way. God does not need your hand to touch them physically in order to bless them. He asks for your faith.
And if you want to light a candle during your prayer, you may do so. A small candle can serve as a symbol that the light of Jesus is shining in your home. But be careful. Keep it away from curtains and children. Place it on a suitable plate or inside a safe container. And never leave it burning when you go to sleep. God does not want you to put your home in danger. The light that protects your home is the light of Jesus, not the flame of a candle.
That is the fifth step. Bless the children.
Part seven, the sixth step, stay home on October 31st.
The sixth thing is to stay home that night. The night of October 31st. Do not go out to participate in the celebrations. Do not allow your children to go from door to door dressed as demons, zombies, or witches. I know this can be difficult. I know the school may organize a party. I know the neighbors may be having one. And I know your child may say, "But all my friends are going."
However, you can do something different. Make that evening special at home. Prepare some popcorn. Make hot chocolate. Gather the family in the living room. Play worship music. Read a Bible story with your children. Tell them the story of David and Goliath. Or the story of Daniel in the lion's den. Stories of courage. Stories about a God who protects his people.
Many Christian families in America already do this. They call it the night of light. While the world celebrates darkness, the family celebrates light. And the children love it. They are not missing anything important. Because what children truly desire is not a costume. They want to be close to you.
A family from North Carolina told me about the first time they tried this. The father's name was Marcus. The mother's name was Rachel. They had three children. The oldest was 12. The middle child was nine. And the youngest was five.
During the first year, their eldest son became angry. Very angry. He wanted to attend the school party. All his friends were going. He slammed his bedroom door and declared that his parents were the strangest people in the entire town. Rachel felt sad. She considered giving in. But Marcus said, "We are going to do this anyway." And they did.
They turned off the television. They switched off the outdoor lights. They turned on the lights in the living room. They made popcorn and hot chocolate. They spread blankets across the floor. Then Marcus picked up the Bible and began telling the story of David and Goliath. But he told it in his own way. He imitated the giant's voice. He stood up to demonstrate how tall Goliath was. He threw a cushion as though it were the stone from David's sling.
Their youngest daughter laughed so hard that she fell sideways. The middle child begged him to tell the story again. And their eldest son, the one who had slammed his bedroom door, eventually came out of his room. Slowly, he leaned against the hallway wall. He stood there watching. Then, after a few minutes, he came into the living room and sat on the floor with everyone else.
At the end of the evening, the entire family prayed together. Each person said something. The youngest daughter asked Jesus to protect their dog. The middle child prayed for their grandmother, who was sick. And the oldest son, at 12 years old, prayed aloud in front of his family for the very first time. He simply said, "Jesus, thank you for my family." That was all. Rachel told me she went into the kitchen and cried where no one could see her.
Today, that boy is 16 years old. And every year, he is the one who reminds his parents about the night of light. He makes the popcorn. He tells his little sister the story of David. His friends went to the party that first year. Nobody remembers that party anymore. But he still remembers that evening in the living room.
And if you live alone, if you are a widow or widower, or if your children live far away, stay home that night, too. Make yourself a cup of tea. Open your Bible. Call someone from your church. Play worship music. And pray. You will not be alone that night. Thousands of people watching this video will be praying on the same evening. In the United States. In Africa. In the Philippines. In India. And throughout Europe. A chain of prayer stretching around the world.
That is the sixth step. Stay home that night. Turn a night associated with darkness into a night of light.
Part eight. This preparation is not just for October 31st.
Now I need to tell you something important, and I want to be completely sincere. Under my previous video, I saw comments from people saying, "No one knows the day or the hour." And they are right. Jesus said in that no one knows the day or the hour, not even the angels in heaven, but only the Father.
So, let me be clear. What I am teaching you is not intended for one particular date. I am not telling you to do these things on October 31st and then forget about them. October 31st is a reminder. It is a night when the world opens its doors to darkness. And so it can serve as a reminder to close your own doors to anything that does not belong to God. But spiritual preparation is something we should practice every day.
Jesus told the parable of the ten virgins. Five were wise. Five were foolish. And what separated them was not knowing the date of the bridegroom's arrival. None of them knew exactly when he would come. What separated them was the oil. Those who had oil in their lamps were ready regardless of when the bridegroom arrived.
That is what I want for you. I do not want you to live in fear of a particular date. I want you to live prepared every day with oil in your lamp, with your doorway consecrated, with your family covered in prayer. Because a person who lives prepared every day does not need to fear any particular night.
Part nine, let us pray together, .
Now I want to pray with you.
