📓 “You cannot put down this gripping account of the powerful depths of thespirit realm.”—Don Simmonds,Former Chairman, Crossroads CommunicationsThat night, for the first time in five years, the beautiful spiritwoman came to visit, floating through the thick cement wall without making asound.He had not seen her since the day he decided to follow Jesus, leavingvoodoo behind, and had almost forgotten about her. She appeared the same,but surrounded by darkness he had not noticed before.Reaching his bed she knelt at his side weeping bitterly. “Why are youdoing this to me?” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me, Joisaint.”“You must go and never come back,” the boy spoke firmly. “I belong toJesus now.”“If you obey me, I will make you very rich and powerful.” Her breathtickled his ear and he pulled away.He wanted to be rich. He wanted to be powerful.Softly filtering through the darkness came the still small voice of God,reminding him he was loved.The two voices battled in his head throughout the night until, in theearly morning light, he lay limp and exhausted.It was time to make a decision.