There's a Crack in Your Armor Perry Stone

began full-time evangelistic ministry at age eighteen. From that time forward it seemed I lived under a heavy cloud of mental oppression and depression. For several years there was not a day in which I did not feel some form of negative pressure on my mind, making my entire body feel like a dead weight was pressing my spirit down. Only after long hours of prayer each day was there any relief. I realized some of this pressure was a spiritual burden for the lost and the desire to see spiritual results at the altar, and it was part of the price to pay to break through the enemy’s strongholds in a town and city. Eventually I discovered that every town and city had its own spiritual atmosphere, and it was necessary for me to mentally and spiritually adjust to each particular setting and learn how to pierce the darkness through the spear of prayer and the weapon of fasting. After several years of battling depression (something only my closest friends were aware of), I began studying familiar spirits and how spirits desire to remain in the region where they have dwelt or among the families of whom they are familiar (Mark 5:9–10). I knew that my father’s mom had experienced a major nervous breakdown many years ago. Grandma Stone was the sweetest and most gentle woman you can imagine. However, as a child I remember seeing her lay on one side on the couch or bed and talk to herself as she tore small pieces of paper up and placed them in a red bowl—a bowl that was used to spit tobacco juice in. She could carry on a normal conversation and was very loving to everyone, but the breakdown did have a long-term effect on her in different ways. Dad had a sister who also experienced an emotional