I heard in detail all the gruesome ways Ryan wanted to see me die. He thrashed, he foamed at the mouth. I know who you are, the Holy One of God. We're not told if the possessed man burst into the synagogue or if he just erupted from the midst of the congregation. Rather than making a grand entrance, sin likes to nibble away in secret, burrowing deeper and deeper into the sweet apple of the soul.
Sin likes to stay hidden, nestled safely away from the surface.
The Father of Lies can't stand to be in the presence of Truth. When that dark spirit came into the presence of the Light of the World, it was terrified. The sins of this world are no match for the Word spoken in authority. That unclean spirit was forced into the open as the words of Jesus smashed the chains that bound that poor man's heart. As that spirit surfaced, it came face to face with One through whom the universe was created, the Holy One of God.