The gates of hell shall not prevail in Kenya

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The realm of the devil, the contender, the accuser has established itself on this nation. But he and his minions will not prevail. Because you and I have access to the key.

Prophesied by Isaiah [22:22, NIV] – I will place on his shoulder the key to the house of David; what he opens no one can shut, and what he shuts no one can open.

Fulfilled in Matthew [16:18-19] – And I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it. I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven; whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.

Though hades – hell – toil and wage an onslaught on you and I, try and hold us hostage within its gates [place of transaction, decision making, announcements and judgement], we hold the key, because we belong to Christ. And hell knows this. Hell is on the back foot, on the defence, because we who hold the key, are of the kingdom of heaven, and have access to the immense power of the kingdom.

We have advantage. Authority. And must not cower but take an offensive position. We must war. We war not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms [Eph 6:12]. Against hell.

We will win. Because we have the key – against the spirit of the antichrist, which we know is coming and which is already in the world at this time – which is access to He who is greater than the one who is in the world [1 Jh 4:3-4]. The key is power. The key breaks down the gates of hell. The plans of the enemy will not succeed. And we will take possession of the cities of our enemies [Genesis 22:17].

The gates of hell shall not prevail in this nation.

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