THE DEMONIC SERPENTINE SPIRIT BEHIND MASTURBATION. PART 1

 Let’s talk about important issues today.

MASTURBATION IS NOT A TEMPTATION

Mr. Michael and Abigail had been married for a few years. Abigail was a housewife, taking care of the children, while Michael went to work every day.

One evening, Michael returned home from work expecting “something light” from his wife after dinner, only for her to say, “Sweetheart, I already masturbated a few hours ago, so I’m not really in the mood right now.”

This was the fifth time Abigail had said this within three weeks. Clearly, she had replaced “Michael” with her fingers, aided by a newly purchased vibrator hidden somewhere in the house.

Michael was angry. He felt deprived of his right. As a Christian, he did not believe in cheating on his wife and did not want to be pushed in that direction, so he insisted she stop using the “evil” vibrator immediately.

Out of fear, Abigail threw it away. But the urge did not leave. She soon began using her fingers again.

When Michael eventually discovered this, he couldn’t take it anymore. That marked the beginning of the end. The marriage—along with their beautiful children—came crashing down.

This true-life story, in the same or slightly different form, has played out in many homes.

Some partners tolerate it, believing it is better than adultery. Others see it as a deep slap in the face. Interestingly, men rarely talk about it among themselves, while women are often more open about it with friends. Some couples don’t even want to mention it at all.

Interesting, isn’t it?

Now, let’s come closer to home.

Last week, you did it again.

After changing your soiled sheets and underwear, you clasped your hands, closed your eyes, and vowed to your Maker: “Dear God, I promise not to do this again.” You told Him that was the last time.

You deleted porn, fasted and prayed, buried yourself in church activities, even stopped data subscriptions for a while. Your confidence returned. You were sure you had kicked the habit.

Then one night… alone on your bed… watching harmless clips.

And suddenly—it appeared.

DEBOLA PRAISE AINA