Where Do I Even Start?

I've been sitting on my front porch this evening because it is the first day of the year to hit over 70 degrees. As I sat in silence, I could overhear my neighbors screaming at one another at the top of their lungs. One woman's voice was so hoarse, it was obvious to me that she has spent her entire life screaming. Between the three or four uses of "motherf***in'" every sentence, I could make out that she was very angry at someone and was threatening to kill her. At one point she grew extra hostile and screamed, "Can you f***in' pray for me? I need someone to f***in' pray for me cause God told me I was gonna f***in' kill some motherf***er someday and that I was going to spend the rest of my f***in' life in jail." She screamed this with greater violence and vitriol than she had screamed her threats.

I immediately went into prayer. But I must confess I hardly even know how to pray. This situation seems so hopeless and so lost. Here I've moved my family into this neighborhood so that we could make a difference in the lives of people like this, but I just don't know the first thing to do with such chaos and hatred. I don't even know where to start. How does a church reach such a person? How could God possibly use this white boy from Illinois to help her? It's like I've entered a huge board game and been told that I need to win, but I don't even know the rules. Sure, I'll pray for her, but I don't know where to start in building a relationship.

All I know tonight is that I now believe in demons. I believe in them because I hear them screaming outside of my window every night. All I can do is cry out to God and hope that He knows what to do 'cause this young pastor doesn't know how to save his parish.