By Francis Frangipane
A number of years ago, during a time of spiritual weariness and uphill battle, the Holy Spirit gave me a unique anointing to wage warfare. This special endowment of grace came through a dream, which began with me lying down in a house, resting. Suddenly, members of our church entered the home and told me that our enemies were returning and I was needed to engage this demonic horde in battle. I remember lamenting, "Why am I always picked to do battle?" Tired and weary, I stepped outside. On top of a distant ridge, sitting on horses, I could see rows of enemy warriors. Someone near handed me a bow and arrows, but my aim wavered and, due to the distance, my arrows all fell short. The depression upon me deepened as I could hear the mockery of the enemy warriors, scorning my attempt to hurt them.
