My name is Nathan

Once upon a time, I was a Demoniac.

Hey there. My name is Nathan Krupa. I’m a pretty normal guy. I live in the Georgia countryside with my wife, four children, and a flock off chickens. I have a chainsaw to gather fuel for my wood burning stove, and I have just started to teach myself blacksmithing. For the past decade, I’ve worked at the regional food bank, raising money to feed the hungry.

But I wasn’t always like this. Nearly 15 years ago, the devil just about killed me. You might think I’m joking. I wish I was. Back then I was secular humanist who didn’t believe that “Satan” was anything more than a story used to frighten children into sitting still during church. A boogeyman. A figment of Christianity’s collective imagination.

Then I went nuts. Stark raving mad. After nine days without sleep and three days sedated in the hospital, I woke up to discover that my whole life had exploded in a ball of fire. I lost my job, my home. My fiancé broke up with me via restraining order. The doctors attending me told my family that I would never recover and would need to be institutionalized.

But something unexpected happened. God started talking to me. And I started casting out demons, complete with projectile vomiting and eyes changing completely black. I tell the story of this very strange and beautiful time in my new book, Demoniac.

This blog is a continuation of the book. I’ll share my experiences of the spiritual life – sublime, terrifying, and ridiculous. Why do I do it? Because I discovered that Jesus Christ is who He says He is, and it has transformed my life forever.


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