Back
to Home Page.
"David!"
A quiet
voice reached out to the man asleep on the table, arms outstretched around
his
computer.
"David!" spoke the voice with more intensity, and the man sat up and looked around.
David looked
at his computer screen where the screen saver was playing across the screen.
A
small
figure would appear on the scene with a flame thrower and proceed to set
murder mills on
fire.
As the figure left the scene the police and fire department would arrive
to find a heap of
ashes.
They would jump up and down, shaking fists in the air, shouting "Drats!
foiled again by
the Army
of God!"
The figure
would start again on a different mill. The pictures of the mills were based
on
hundreds
of pictures of actual mills which have yet to be destroyed. At the end
of each
sequence,
there was a zoom to the shaft of the flame thrower, where pictures were
attached.
As the
zoom continued, into focus came a series of pictures of the mills already
destroyed.
At one point there was a collage of mill carnage overlaid with a poem:
Steady hands inside the shop
Mix and measure to the top.
Fuses cut. Precision. Neat.
Escape car sitting in the street.
It's time to go. The time is short.
Light the fuse. Now be a sport!
A graceful arch with crashing glass!
The AOG -- our newest class!
David looked
around to see what had wakened him. He could have sworn he had heard
someone
call his name. But he restrained himself, because he doesn't believe in
swearing.
He sat
with his head in his hands, trying to clear the cobwebs. He heard his name
being called
again.
Clearly.
Dave cautiously
began looking around the house to see who had invaded his home. He began
to tick
off the possibilities: FBI, BATF, Pro-aborts, witches, or pink triangle
waving
Sodomites.
Dave had made many enemies by publishing the truth in a magazine called
the Pray
&
Do Monthly , published out of his basement with the help of his wife Dorothy.
Dave heard
the voice yet again. He realized that it was the voice of the Lord. He
took off his
shoes
and laid on his face before the Lord and said "Here I am, Lord. Speak to
your servant."
"David,
I have seen your heart go out to the helpless babies being slain by abortion.
I have
heard
your intercessory prayers daily before me. I thank you for waiting and
asking for wisdom
as to
what course of action you should take to save the Babies. I want you to
call Ted Martin in
Florida
and have him meet you there in Des Moines, where I will tell you what you
should do."
The fear
began to fade, and Dave sat and worshipped and glorified God in song and
prayer. He
was still
laying there when the sirens blared outside his house and jolted him. There
was a fire
truck
and a rescue vehicle parked outside his house. People began to scramble
from vehicles.
One ran
up to the front door and knocked loudly. Upon opening the door, David was
confronted
by a stocky man in fire fighting gear, asking "Where is the fire?"
"Fire?!
I don't know about any fire", Dave replied. "I'm just fine. I do appreciate
your concern",
Dave added,
as the fireman peered past him into the rooms visible from the door. Dave
wondered
if this was a ruse to replace the bugs he had just removed, at considerable
cost, a
couple
of days before.
Not that
Dave had thought the bugs were a threat to his privacy. He had reasoned
that if Feds
can't
seem to get it when he publishes information with all the eloquence he
can muster, how are
they ever
going to comprehend little bits and pieces of casual conversations? But
the bug sweep
had been
donated, and Dave had indeed been curious what would turn up. The results
of the
sweep
were loaded into a pickup and sold for scrap metal for enough to pay the
light bill for
that month.
"But your
next door neighbor called in, and said your house was engulfed in a blazing
fire. They
were terrified!
They thought it was going to spread to their house!"
Dave looked
at the neighbor, in her usual post half behind the kitchen curtain. The
confusion on
her face
satisfied him that she had indeed made the call, and if she had, this was
not a ruse. She
didn't
have the grit to cooperate with the Feds.
Into Dave's
memory flashed an image of the Glory of God, in the form of fire and smoke,
which
entered
the tabernacle while Moses ministered.
The fireman
peered about the house one last time. ""Well, Mr. Reach, it seems like
there were
some false
alarms. Three of them, to be exact. There's nothing I can see here, and
I'm not the
one who
can figure out why."
He turned and walked off. The EMT's likewise got back into their vehicles Everyone departed.
Dave spent
another hour in praise and worship before getting ready to go to work in
his music
store,
called "Music Time", where Dave and his wife sold and rented musical instruments.
That evening
David called up Ted Martin, a well known pro-lifer, bold and fearless in
his
service
for the Lord and the babies. The phone rant twice before it was answered.
The gruff
voice
said "Hello, how can I help you?"
"Hey, this is David Reach, and you will never guess what has just happened to me!"
"What?"
Ted asked with a chuckle. "Is this another one of those pricey collect
calls from the
Polk County
Jail? Did I just say 'I'll accept the call' in my sleep?"
Both had
logged a good share of jail time for their efforts to save babies. Ted
listened to Dave's
story.
"Well,
Dave, I have something to share with you as well. I had a dream last night,
where a man
told me
I would be going to visit you, and join you in something really incredible."
They both
broke into praise and worship, glorifying God for what He was doing and
was about
to do.
"I'd better
go now", Ted said finally. "I have a lot of preparation before I can leave.
Something
tells
me I will be gone for awhile, so I will prepare accordingly."
"I think you're right. And I have preparations to make myself."
They prayed, and then hung up, their minds and hearts racing.
A flurry
of activity over the next few days culminated with the arrival, by auto,
of Ted Martin,
from the
Sunshine State.
Next Friday
night, there gathered, at the Reach house, a group of local believers for
Bible
Study,
prayer, and worship. The study started out great. Dave had previously led
the study on
"Who Runs
the Pulpit", and now the group was actually implementing 1 Corinthians
14.
Everyone
felt the Spirit begin to "move", and they went into prayer. Then Dave and
Dorothy
took to
the piano and guitar, springing into songs of praise and worship as the
others joined in.
Hearts
and souls were offering up worship, while eyes were closed, and arms lifted
up in the
air. No
one saw the Angels as they entered the room, but everyone heard, as they
joined in the
singing!
Eyes peeked open, bulging, for secret seconds, but the Spirit was filling
the room, so
everyone
went right back to praising with a new intensity, as their hearts were
laid before the
Lord.
The music
was so indescribable that soon everyone had stopped to listen to the angels
sing two
more songs.
Then silence filled the room as one of the angels called the others to
attention. The
six snapped
to attention, and drew their hands into fists, and placed them over their
hearts like a
salute.
They took up positions around the room, as the one who seemed in charge
motioned to
Dave and
Ted to step forward, which they did with a little hesitation.
The angel
walked up and stood in front of Dave and Ted, looked them both in the eyes,
with a
serious
expression chiseled on his face.
"David,
Ted, the Lord has seen your hearts, and that you are seeking to serve and
love God.
He has
seen your love for the unborn children as well. The Lord has chosen you
to bear His
message
to America. Jesus has been sending warning after warning to your nation,
but the
hearts
of the people are hardened and blinded to the judgment that is about to
be unleashed.
You will
be the voice of the Lord, and the Lord will show the nation mighty signs
and wonders
through
you. But you will face persecution and uncertainty in your work. But know
that the
Prince
of Peace will be with you in all that you do, and will bring you to a victorious
completion
of the
Work to which He has assigned you."
The meeting
went on through the night, and into the early morning hours, as, one by
one, several
nodded
off to sleep. Others managed to get to their cars and drive home before
succumbing.
The celestial
visitors told Dave and Ted "We will remain, to help." Then with a flash
of light they
vanished,
leaving the two men speechless. By 2 a.m., they, too, were snoring.
By 6 a.m.
the rooster was crowing. The sleepers felt sheepish about falling asleep
in Dave's
living
room, but since they were already there, and it was time to get ready for
a day at
McMurderville,
as Dave the called the local Baby Gulag, they decided to wash up and go
from
there.
Dorothy
whisked around in the kitchen while Dave milked Dolly. Soon there was enough
to
feed an
Army of God, and everyone was digging in with gusto. There was an aura
of
expectation
in the air. Everyone wondered what God was going to do that morning.
After breakfast,
everyone cleaned up, and loaded into their individual vehicles. The procession
began
to wind its way to the killing chamber across town.
They arrived
a little early. Only one other pro-baby family had arrived thus far. They
were
sitting
in their car eating fast food breakfast. While some unloaded picket signs
and got literature
ready,
others shared with the Jonsons what had happened the night before. Soon
all were
caught
up in a chorus of "Our God is an Awesome God".
Our songs
multiplied and varied, as people arrived. The "deathscorts" and murder
workers
stared
with apprehension, and a bit of fear, at this unexplained phenomenon of
more and more
people
arriving. They called in the police, fearing a "rescue", or other life-saving
action.
People
kept coming, with no end in sight! Soon the mill was surrounded with 1,000
people,
according
to later news accounts, indicating there must have been about 5,000.
Most of
the people had never come to a murder mill before! Most were just once-a-year
March-for-Lifers
who had felt called to come that morning.
Ted Martin
was now in his natural element. He was preaching up a storm, calling for
repentance,
and thundering forth the Word of God.
He was
preaching like this when 60 police arrived, almost the entire on-duty force
for Des
Moines.
Additional police and sheriffs from surrounding suburbs trickled in. The
police filled all
the murder
center's parking places and set up barricades around it.
The service went on. There was singing and prayer.
A large
man with dark olive skin and raven black hair called for Dave and Ted to
speak with
him for
a few moments on the side. The two accompanied him with some caution. They
spoke
for several
minutes as the singing continued.
Dave and
Ted then left the man, and walked over to where the police had drawn their
line, and
asked
to speak to whoever was in charge. They were escorted to a Winnebago camper
that
served
as a mobile command center. They were ushered in at once. The inside was
neat and
orderly,
and coffee was placed before them as they sat down. Ted gulped it down
and asked
for seconds.
Dave said he didn't like coffee; did they have any grape juice?
The officer
in front of them had an intimidating presence, backed up by his 6'5", 300
lb. frame.
He had
been a Marine Commando in Nam and went to police academy right after the
war.
Lt. Joshua
and David were well acquainted, since Joshua had arrested Dave several
times, and
had a
grudging respect for the way Dave's Christian talk matched his daily behavior.
Dave had
the respect
of many others on the force.
"Joshua," Dave said, "I want you to evacuate the killing center as soon as possible."
Joshua sat back, startled. "Why?" he asked suspiciously.
David shared what happened the night before and of the visit by one of the angels minutes ago.
"The angel
said he was about to speak God's judgment down upon the House of Death,
after
warning
those inside to leave. The angel said God wanted to give those inside one
last warning
to leave
that wicked place before God's judgment fell, so that those remaining inside
would be
only those
truly committed to the service of Hell."
The hulking
Lieutenant was melodramatically skeptical as he answered "No way! I will
not be
the messenger
boy for any such threat!"
Ted pointedly
rose from his chair. "Please excuse me. I don't need to waste any more
of your
time."
He left.
Dave remained. But the Lieutenant surely thought Dave had blown a gasket and flipped out.
Dave repeated his plea, pressing his point.
"Dave,
it's always a pleasure doing business with you", Joshua said sarcastically.
"Now why
don't
you go join your friend? If you threatened to bomb the clinic yourself,
I would arrest you.
But I'm
not going to go around arresting angels. What angels do is not my concern.
Good bye."
Dave stepped
outside, to hear Ted on his megaphone, warning the people inside to leave,
to
escape
the judgment of God's Angels. A few did, but most shook their fists at
him through the
sealed
windows, their angry mouths moving in Silent Screams.
God was setting the stage.
Joshua
angrily followed, seeing the few people exiting. He met them, and tried
to reason with
them.
Most were even more frightened by his agitation, and left the more hurriedly.
But one was
persuaded.
Joshua escorted that murderous mother back into the jaws of Hell. Ted and
Dave
encouraged
the crowds to retreat to a safe distance from the condemned building.
A block
away a farmer waited at a stop light, not knowing the patch he had put
on his pickup's
gas tank
had come off about a block back. He was on his way back to his farm, carrying
a 200
gallon
fiberglass tank in the back, which he had just filled.
Two Satanists,
protesting the pro-baby people, stood near the waiting pickup as they cursed
and sucked
on their bottled water. Tabatha, the taller of the two, cursed the Christians
and their
God. She
was decked out in Gothic black clothes, with black makeup around her eyes,
earrings
all the way across her eyebrows, ears, nose, mouth, with many crosses,
some on
necklaces.
The two opened up a pack of cigarettes, took out a smoke each.
Tabatha
didn't like those effeminate paper matches. She liked those sturdy cowboy
matches
made out
of seasoned Pine. She lifted up her black army boot behind her, and struck
the match
on her
heel, lighting their two smokes. They took the last smokes of their lives
as Tabatha
discarded
the still burning match in the growing puddle at their feet.
Ted Martin
raised a Bible in one arm, reaching for the sky, as the other arm aimed
at the mill --
thumb
and index finger cocked and pointed like a pistol. His voice, coming from
deep within,
thundered
out, while silence rode across the scene in an instant, as everyone turned
to stare at
the imposing
figure.
"God has
been more than patient with the killers in the building, and has given
them many
warnings
to repent and change their ways. But instead of stopping, they not only
stepped up the
killing
of the babies, but they persecuted those who came out to plead for the
lives of the
children!
Now the time has come for judgment to fall!"
He brought
the Bible down flat and brought his fist down on it when an explosion ripped
through
the air as the pickup's gas tank blew to pieces. The farmer himself survived,
because of
steel
tool chests in the front of his bed, but the blast propelled the fiberglass
tank high in the sky,
a flaming
meteor. At the mill, all eyes were upon the clinic as a fireball appeared
in the sky, and
smashed
through the roof of the building. Seconds later, the whole building was
in flames, as the
fuel tank
burst through the roof and ignited upon impact, sending liquid fire everywhere.
Seconds
later the whole building was in flames.
In the
relative silence as the deafening explosion gave way to the mere roaring
of flames,
David's
loud, crisp voice could be heard saying "This is the final warning to the
killers of
children.
Turn from the killing and you will be spared for a season, with time to
turn to God.
Otherwise,
prepare to meet your physical death here and your eternal death to follow."
There was
a surge within the crowd, as police mobbed the two men, carrying them off
in
shackles
and handcuffs to a nearby squad car. The crowd dispersed, as fire and rescue
vehicles
arrived,
along with fire inspectors and BATF agents.
The two
"prophets", as they were dubbed sarcastically at the police station, were
grilled for
several
hours and held overnight before being released to a singing throng outside
at 5 a.m. The
two were
taken to breakfast where everyone was caught up to speed on what had been
going
on. The
mill was a complete loss, and no one inside, including 11 police, survived.
Besides the
police,
the toll inside consisted of two butchers, the receptionist, a secretary,
ten other workers,
and two
mothers. Outside, the toll consisted of the two Satanists, and a security
guard posted
just outside
the building.
After breakfast,
the group of 25 drove to another killing center in Des Moines, Wild Man
East,
the clinic
operated by Des Moines Colonel Hospital which leased space to baby killer
Hobart
Reamer.
They arrived
at 6:45, where they pulled out their signs and waited for others to arrive.
Again it
was a
record-breaking day. Summers usually brought out turnouts of a dozen, which
had been
considered
high. But during this holiday weekend, and spurred by the blast the day
before, the
crowd
swelled to such numbers as were reported in the Demon RedStar as "at least
1500"!
Within
an hour the building was cordoned off and the police had the place blocked
off with
barricades
and a living wall of officers. This time no officers ventured inside.
On the
other side of town, someone was mad, killing mad, at the director of Reamer's
Killing
Services.
Anthony was the private security guard at the killing center, or at least
he had been
until
yesterday. The prolifers were just eating away at the business too deeply,
and they blamed
him! Of
all the dirty tricks! They accused him of theft, and had threatened to
have him arrested
if he
did not quit.
Once he
quit, he would lose his health care, which paid for the expensive psychotherapic
drugs
that kept
him on the level along with his daily doses of street drugs.
He unwrapped
a foil of white powder and inhaled deeply from his roommate's stash, not
knowing
it was PCP instead of cocaine). Soon the drug kicked in and inspired him
to a grand
plot to
get even.
He opened
a box of dynamite in the basement, put a belt around his midsection, and
began to
slip 30
sticks of the wet dynamite (wet, because it was very old and was sweating
TNT!) into
the belt.
He slipped on his coat and ID badge over the explosives so that it could
not be seen at
all on
the outside. Every stick had been armed with a blasting cap and a fuse.
Anthony
almost flipped out when he discovered he was not alone! A demon, disguised
as the
grim reaper,
appeared beside him as he hallucinated, telling him how and what he should
do.
The reaper
promised him he would not die, but would become immortal!
Anthony
staggered out the door and got into his car, the Reaper riding on the roof,
and drove
to the
mill on his mission of mayhem.
It was
Dave who was doing the preaching this morning, across the street from the
driveway to
the killing
Center.
Wild Man
East was located, appropriately, next to a funeral home. The parking lot
of Wild
Man, combined
with the parking lot of the funeral home, could accommodate the crowds.
The
police
lined the lots while pro-killers went about searching for prolifers to
torment.
Dave was
preaching out of Psalm 94. "The God of Israel is merciful, but His patience
has run
out. This
is your last chance to flee this house of horrors. Death is even now at
the door and the
Grim Reaper
is lifting his dreaded sickle for a harvest of blood. There are many offices
in this
complex
which do not murder babies, but they are polluted by their friendship with
murder.
They profit
from murder, they socialize with murder, and they cannot be trusted to
value your
life when
you go to them. And now God will answer the prayers of those who grieve
for the
oppression
of the innocent!"
The pro-killers
chanted, the police kept asking people in the crowd if someone was making
threats,
and a black pickup truck with black windows pulled up outside the parking
lot and
passed
the officers on duty.
In the
back window there was a mirror skull and crossbones on the window, in mirror
tinting.
Anthony
looked and saw the Reaper now, standing in front of Wild Man East, eyes
glowing fire
red. He
pointed his sickle at the building while a voice in Anthony's head screamed
"NOW! Do
it NOW!"
Dave stood
and shouted at the top of his lungs, "O Lord God, to whom vengeance belongs,
O
lord God,
to whom vengeance belongs, show yourself, Lift up yourself, great Judge
of the
Earth:
render a reward to the proud!"
Anthony
slammed his foot to the floor. The truck screamed across the lot, scattering
borts and
cops alike,
until it slammed through the windows of the building. As it passed within,
the Reaper
reached
in and touched the dynamite/TNT.
As Dave
completed his statement, an explosion ripped through the afternoon, as
the truck blew
up, going
40 mph through the inside walls of Wild Man East. The blast leveled the
mill and sent
a hail
of shrapnel in all directions. The borts and the first few rows of police
were mowed down
by flying
glass and debris. As pandemonium was unleashed wholesale, the grim reaper
towered
over the
area, laughing and bathing in the agony and pain.
Anthony
was not invincible! As the Reaper led him off in chains, he realized how
terrible was
his mistake,
as the Reaper transformed into his true form and shared with Anthony what
his
future
held.
Anthony
began to scream, as the flames began to rise. A terrible thirst, along
with terror, seized
him. He
began to shriek in terror, as his eternity began.
The police
who survived again held "the prophets" for another bout of questioning.
But this time
the police
asked about things like angels, and salvation. They were torn between their
fear and
their
love of power, which they did not relish relinquishing to God. So between
the questions
about
God and salvation, were the usual questions about conspiracies, and breaking
twisted
applications
of man's laws.
In fact
they were under intense pressure, not just from their local government
but from federal
intelligence
agencies, and from news reporters across the globe, to not be too quick
to dismiss
a conspiracy
scenario. Is it possible the trajectory of the gas tank could have been
calculated by
a human
planner? Is it possible prolifers could have somehow "gotten to" Reamer's
security
guard
and transformed into a suicide bomber? Very difficult to fathom! But remotely
possible?
The police
were soon joined by agents from every federal intelligence agency. They
knew it
was not
enough to be personally convinced the two "prophets" were innocent. They
had to be
able to
prove it to their superiors, the appointees of President Klingon.
Nevertheless
they were fearful enough of the two to allow the two to leave at their
own
pleasure.
After a fruitful Bible study, wherein confessions of sins and repentance
before
Almighty
God were interspersed with unmerciful questioning, the two decided to leave.
It was
about
supper time.
Reporters
from all over the world, who had started on their journey after the previous
day's
miracles,
were waiting for them.
But the
two only quoted Scripture. No matter what the question, their answer was
Scripture.
Dave had
his computer with his Bible program, so if the two wanted to answer a certain
question
with a certain verse they thought of, but they couldn't remember the exact
wording or
the reference,
they simply looked it up and read it to the reporters.
They answered
with Scripture about Judgment, Scripture about the unborn, and action
Scripture
such as Proverbs 24:11-12. This only angered most reporters, who had no
intention
of reprinting
Scripture! So the two quoted Scriptures about anger, and about shutting
God out
of all
our thinking and reasoning and law making!
Rumors
were flying from eyewitnesses how the two seemingly called down the Judgment
of
God like
the prophets of old. The media was on a feeding frenzy, flying after one
rumor after
another,
from murder plots to supernatural intervention, with talk of amazing circumstances
filling
the gaps in between the rumors. In the same manner that reporters cover
geological finds
with a
prejudice towards evolution which only makes them look like fools to those
who know
the facts,
the reporters asked rude, leading questions of the two, insinuating they
had
masterminded
a human conspiracy, even though their ignorant questions made them look
like
idiots
to anyone who had seen the unedited footage of both events which had been
repeatedly
aired
on all three networks!
To such obviously prejudiced and ignorant questions, the two answered with passages such as:
Matthew 13:15 For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears
are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time
they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and should
understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should
heal them.
Satan's
visage was fully manifest in the countenances of many reporters who had
flown a
thousand
miles for a damning quote, and could get nothing but Scripture! They could
not get a
single
thing they could USE!
The spectacle
was educational for many less Satanized reporters. They were amazed that
God
had written
so many things which were indeed relevant to such a wide variety of questions
and
issues.
But more
than that: their consciences were really gnawing at them about their no-exceptions
policy
of never quoting Scripture in a story, not even in a story like this where
not only were the
central
facts of the story a mighty miracle of God, which so obviously had been
coordinated by
God with
the declarations of two Scripture quoting humans, but also where the miracle
rather
pointedly
proved God's verdict upon the most controversial Law of the Land.
They knew
very well how their employers and advertisers had felt about the irrelevance
of
God. They
knew that had they submitted a story which included Scripture yesterday,
it would
have meant
not only the end of their job, but of their career. But many began to reflect
that this
had changed.
No matter what the big money sponsors pulling the strings behind the scenes
wanted,
there was simply too much public pressure to carry on business as usual.
Even more
important to them than their careers was their reputations. Many reporters
were
being
publicly humiliated by the couple of networks which were carrying every
word of the
press
conferences unedited. The public was seeing the Scriptural, and sometimes
cutting and
humorous,
answers of the two, and then watching the most Satanized reporters censoring
all
Scripture
and portraying the two as having carried out the two events themselves.
They were
become
public laughingstocks! They became the butts of jokes in eateries! Forget
Rush
Limbaugh
and Michael Reagan; Jay Leno made his whole monologue about them!
Less Satanized
reporters saw this and decided public ridicule was not for them. They didn't
hate the
facts that much. Their jobs didn't pay enough to throw away every last
shred of their
dignity
in the eyes of men! Let abortionists throw away their reputations and risk
their lives, if
they would;
they got paid enough. Not reporters.
Pastors
knew how to "go with the flow" as well as news reporters. Suddenly every
sermon, in
every
denomination, was about what God says about abortion, and about how we
cannot be
content
to merely preach about it, but we must physically surround the murderers,
in greater
numbers
than police could ever react to, and simply put a stop to it! Why, it wouldn't
be that
hard,
they finally figured out! All it would take was a little organization.
People could serve in
shifts,
without anyone being overly inconvenienced.
The next
day, when the handful of doctors at Lothlorian Hospital who don't mind
an occasional
abortion
tried to get out of their cars, they were mobbed by about 3,000 people,
while
hundreds
of others mobbed the administrative offices to pressure them to revoke
the "visiting
privileges"
of the doctors.
(That amounted
to an average of 20 people each from about half of Des Moines' roughly
300
churches.)
Among the
hundreds who visited the administrative offices were dozens of wealthy
contributors
to the
hospital, who had sat through church sermons for the past 25 years before
it ever
occurred
to them they were financing murder! But now that it occurred to them, Hospital
administrators
quickly understood that if they continued to do abortions, their budget
would
suffer
out of all proportion to the financial value of those abortions!
The police
came and watched, but didn't try to interfere. Those police who hadn't
sat under the
same sermons
were filled in by those who had. They knew (1) they hadn't the physical
power
to protect
the doctors from the crowd, even if they called every law officer in the
area and left
the entire
area unprotected from real crime; and (2) even if they could succeed, the
respect of
the community
would depart from them. The tide had turned. They wanted to be the targets
of
jokes
and citizen wrath even less than reporters; because in a dangerous job
like theirs already
was, serious
erosion of public support is not merely humiliating, but quite dangerous.
Fairly
quickly the doctors had either resigned, or publicly pledged never to do
an abortion, or
even a
D&C on a woman without being certain she is not pregnant.
The newly
energized pastors turned their attention to Iowa Methamphetamine Hospital.
But
they didn't
need to muster the crowds. Their initial phone calls resulted in pledges
never to allow
abortions
of any kind being immediately faxed out.
In Iowa
City, the same thing was happening. Outside the freestanding abortion chamber,
"Ima
Goldigger",
several thousand stood vigil, while dozens of pastors preached to their
followers
clustered
in the crowd, for a solid week, with little interest shown by the police.
But that
was only half the blow to the murderers. The other half was the calls from
customers
canceling
appointments. All expressed contempt for the "services" the "clinic" had
very nearly
given
them!
From day
one, clinic staff could not get inside their buildings. For the first few
days, a helicopter
dropped
a carpenter and a few staff onto the roof, cut an access hole, and waited
for
customers
to be airlifted. But there were no customers, and only discouraging calls.
For the rest
of the
week, the building was abandoned. Phone calls were diverted to another
site.
By the
second week, the killers had re-evaluated their financial position, had
publicly
announced
termination of their business, had begun looking for tenants who might
want to pay
for the
high security they had installed (regional gold dealers, ammo wholesalers,
etc.), and the
killer
himself was taking his savings, running from his debts, and was on his
way to a retirement
in Central
America.
Part of
the crowd had already stood vigil outside Versatility Hospitals in Iowa
City. On the
second
hour of the first day the entire crowd was free to focus on Versatility,
the hospital
publicly
repented of its murders. They really did! They didn't just concede defeat.
They finally
understood
that their past conduct had been "sinful"! They had "shown disregard for
the rights
of the
most innocent among us"! They had "abandoned the mission of saving life"
and eroded
"the public
trust in their commitment to quality of life for all".
Like a
signature on an affidavit, this statement was accompanied by the replacement
of the
hospital
administrator by an official "prolifer", while the former administrator
retired to an
obscure,
that is less public, position on the Hospital Board.
News like
this began spreading all over America. The next thing pastors suddenly
noticed was
that "birth
control" methods are abortifacients. The market for abortifacients quickly
plummeted,
rendering
boycotts redundant.
Although
the weight of opinion shift in the American Public was mere "follow the
leader" peer
pressure,
the shift was not shallow. Because in fact, the leaders; that is, those
who don't follow
others,
but follow the facts, had wholeheartedly shifted. When God speaks, it has
an impact. A
few people
listen, and those who are too ditsy to listen, follow.
No longer
did America suffer the spectacle of "prolife leaders" lumping the violence
of
abortion
with the "violence" of stopping the violence of abortion! Why not? Because
the tide
of public
opinion had shifted so sharply that such demeaning concessions were simply
no longer
necessary.
Instead, those same prolife leaders studied their Bibles and found new
arguments in
defense
of the effective defense of the unborn.
When these
leaders presented their new findings to church leaders, they no longer
resisted.
Well,
some did. But others took up the same reasoning, and even the opposition
to it was
muted.
When God speaks, it has an impact on His people.
Abortionists
all over America began retiring in Central America. Those not ready for
retirement
found
employment in China. Soon there were no abortions in places like New Jersey,
Florida,
Iowa,
Washington, Oregon, Missouri, Ohio, or New York!
One of
the last holdouts was murderer Jim Killer in Wichita. He had a creek by
his butcher
shop,
which he dammed up, so that he could bring in customers by boat. Even with
thousands
of people
lining the half mile long canal, all a murdering mother had to do was slip
through the
crowd
into the water as a boat passed, in order to get a boat ride to hell.
Dave and Ted decided they needed to work Wichita into their nationwide tour.
It was
like the old days: police lines, pro-killers, and children of light all
facing each other across
barricades.
After a time of praise, worship and prayer, Ted Martin started preaching.
Killer
had many pricey additions to his cluster of buildings. His facilities provided
for murder,
baptisms
of the murdered babies, funeral services, and cremations. And now an enclosed
boat
pier.
One of
the buildings had a foundation about 5 years old. It was solid enough,
but when it was
poured,
the gas line was within the pour, instead of below it as the law provides.
This saved
money
at the time.
This never
posed a problem until recently. The ground had been hard packed under one
side of
the building,
and barely packed on the other, so over the course of time, the packed
earth
began
to expand with moisture. One side was pressing up, placing stress on the
foundation
itself.
Finally a fracture in the pour developed, and the scene was set for disaster.
As Ted
was warning the police, borts, butchers and workers that judgment was waiting
under
their
feet, to consume them, some of them began to walk away. The first to leave
were several
police
officers, followed by a group of pro-aborts.
Unnoticed
by anyone, the foundation broke, and a crack spread all the way across
the building.
When the
foundation split, the gas line was twisted, and a large rip appeared in
its side. Gas
poured
out in a heavy cloud of poison.
Although the line was torn, enough continued going through to keep the hot water pilots on.
Outside,
more and more policemen and borts were leaving, while within the basement,
gas
fumes
reached the flash point.
Ted began to issue his closing salvo, in his message pronouncing God's judgment.
"God said
it would be better for a person to hang a millstone around his neck and
jump into the
deepest
part of the ocean, than to harm a little child. God has lovingly warned
you, and now
you will
reap the fruits of what you have sown. You have sown seeds of murder and
now you
will reap
a harvest of death."
As he spoke
the word "death", the gas, already at a flash point in the basement, burst
into the
crematorium.
As everyone
around the world watched on TV, the building was consumed in a ball of
flames,
throwing
debris, shrapnel, and a terrifying blast, for a great distance.
Beginning
that evening and demanding headlines for weeks, Prisoners of Christ, imprisoned
for
saving
lives, were pardoned by state governors. Prisoners on federal charges were
considered
for pardon
by the successor of the finally impeached Bill Klingon.
The pardons
were portrayed as defiance against the Supreme Court. They gave new life
to
hundreds
of cases of "prolife violence" already before the Court. Prior to this
time the Court
had refused
to hear any such case. But under such overwhelming national pressure, the
Court
not only
heard such a case, but gave it expedited review. Without actually overturning
Roe, the
Court
ruled that lower courts had erred in not allowing defendants to use the
Necessity
Defense,
because the "Comparison of Harms" test, (whether the "harm" of hundreds
of
abortions
outweighs the "harm" of destroying a building, or even of killing an abortionist),
depends
upon the fact of whether or not abortion is a "harm", and the jury, not
the judge, is
supposed
to be the trier of fact.
The Court
ruled that when the only contested fact before a jury was whether or not
the harm
prevented
was greater than the harm caused, and when the jury is not allowed to decide
that
issue,
so that there is only one contested fact in the case but it is decided
by the judge so that
the jury
decides nothing, then that amounts to a denial of the right to trial by
jury.
The Court
ruled that Roe remained, which prohibited states from outlawing abortion,
on the
reasoning
that society had not reached consensus on whether life begins at conception.
But the
Court
noted that Roe had never said individuals, with personal convictions that
life begins at
conception,
could not take legal steps to prevent abortion. And of course, in determining
whether
a step taken to prevent abortion is legal, no court may use illegal means
to bar any
defense.
They court
vacated the lower court trial because it had prohibited the jury from considering
the
Necessity
Defense.
Defendants
in other cases, already decided, used this ruling to reopen their cases
and reverse
convictions.
Lawsuits to recover fines and lawsuit judgments were filed against Clerks
of Court,
many of
whom, in the prevailing public climate, quickly settled by refunding the
fines and
awards.
Defendants who had opted for bench trials filed to reopen their cases,
arguing
that the only reason they had rejected jury trials is that they knew their
juries would not
be allowed
to hear that defense anyway.
The day
after Shelley Shannon was released, she joined Dave and Ted in a walk across
the
half cleared
debris of Killer's Clinic. Tears flowed as they led a group of worshippers,
followed
in turn
by respectful media, in a tour of the debris, and in a boat ride down the
still intact canal.
"It's over!" Shelley sobbed. "It's over! It's over! It's over!"
"Babies are safe in the womb once again", Ted worshipped.
"America
repented before it was too late", Dave said with joy! We didn't dare believe
such a
prayer
would be answered!"
A small delegation emerged from the crowd and introduced themselves.
"Shelley,
I'm John Bos, president of the Chamber of Commerce. This is Ed Hailey,
vice
president
of the Wichita Development Corporation. And Jane Paulsey, from the Governor's
office.
"We want
to thank you for honoring Wichita with your visit today. We deeply apologize
for the
way Wichita
treated you on your last visit."
A symphony of camera shutters, whirring, clicking, swelled with that statement.
Jane continued,
"We are deeply ashamed that Wichita was the last to let go of its wicked
trade
in innocent
flesh. To this day we suffer ridicule, for this, across America.
"But we
are troubled by more than our reputation. As we worked to end the shame
of abortion,
we came
face to face with the same corrupt cause of abortion which we know you
appreciate
better
than we can: a runaway judiciary which disregards the restraints of the
other branches of
government,
the restraints of the law, and the restraints of common sense."
Ed took
up the discourse: "Shelley, we've had a lot of discussions about this problem.
We've
consulted
with legal minds who have wrestled with the problem far longer than we
were aware
of it."
In the
respectful pause Ed allowed, in case Shelley was ready to join the discussion,
Shelley
answered,
"Praise God, abortion is dead! But left as it is, the judicial branch will
continue to
oppress
the unwary, and slay the innocent. America's judiciary was not this way
in the
beginning.
To get it to this point, Satan had to do three things to it: remove the
full authority of
juries
to decide cases, silence the voices of all who would help the accused other
than those of
a special
privileged class, and remove the Bible as the foundation of all law. Once
they had
achieved
the first two, no one could stop them from the third."
The committee
was nodding and dabbing at tears. They had considered the same ideas, but
Shelley
had not only considered them but had lived under their terror. Her resolution
refreshed
them.
For Shelley's part, openness to these truths from community leaders left
her
overwhelmed,
and even a bit disoriented. She could not continue.
"What shall we do?" someone asked.
Shelley
nodded to Dave and Ted. Ted stepped forward. "Break the monopoly of the
Bar
association.
Reduce their power to what it was when the Sixth Amendment 'Right To Counsel'
was drafted.
If the accused, in those days, wanted assistance from someone who wasn't
a
practicing
attorney, the accused had the right to the assistance of counsel of his
own choice."
Dave chimed
in. "The language wasn't accidental. There were abuses by attorneys in
those
days,
too, to the extent that riots broke out in protest. Angry mobs even burned
two court
houses
to the ground! The language of the 6th Amendment was forged in the crucible
of those
concerns.
But even in those days, no one ever thought of telling the accused they
couldn't have
their
neighbor help present their case, or that once the accused chose counsel,
the accused had
to shut
up; that the accused, and his counsel, might not present their case together!"
Ted resumed,
"It wasn't until this century that only Bar Members could run for office
as judges,
and of
course it wasn't until a generation ago that judges were appointed, in
Kansas, rather than
being
elected, as they still are in Florida, although there was a recent drive
to get them
appointed
there, too."
John stepped
towards Shelley so he could speak quietly enough to not be heard by the
media.
"Shelley,
we have come to ask you something. You don't have to answer now. You can
think
about
our offer. You can take your time, and we will try to answer any questions
you have. We
can talk
about it later, or if you want to talk with us now, in privacy, we have
a limousine nearby
in which
we can all fit."
John leaned
closer still and asked, even more quietly, "We have come to you to ask
you to help
us break
the monopoly of the Bar Association in Wichita. If you are willing to serve,
the
Governor
is ready to appoint you as a District Judge to replace Judge Hardnut, who
died of a
heart
attack the night God judged Killer. He would have to appoint you subject
to the
legislature
annulling a couple of laws limiting judgeships to bar members, such as
Kansas
20-334(a).
But by leaving the vacancy unfilled until the legislature acts, it is his
hope that the
legislature
will be pressured to act quickly."
That was absolutely too much to bear! Dave simply could not stand it one second longer!
He woke up.
Had he been wakened by a voice? No. Only by a dream.
"But what's
this?" he said to himself. "What's this on the computer screen? Why, when
I cried
myself
to sleep, there were just a couple of sentences I had started. Now look!
A whole story!
Here,
let me put my word counter on it: wow, a whopping 3854 words! Hmmm. Pretty
good
story,
too. But, but who put it here? Says some guy named 'Peter'. Never heard
of him. A
pen name?
Probably some New World Order plot. "Hmmm. Story line's a little weak here
and
there.
Here, I'll fix it. There. Yeah, there. Well, I'm an editor, right? Isn't
that what editors do?
Edit?
Sure. Hmmm. Now it says 7735 words. Now it's ready."
It makes a difference when God speaks.
Lord, hear
our prayer! Go before us, as you always went before your outnumbered, but
faithful
people
in Bible times! Lord, we can't seem to get through to our critics how serious
Your Word
says you
are about murdering babies. Help us make Your point, with evidence they
cannot
ignore!
Go before us, Lord!
You don't
need to limit your miracles to miraculous coordination of natural forces
and
circumstances,
as this story portrays. You can bring judgment out of nothing. The value
of this
story
is just to remind those who take you for granted that the most stable elements
in their lives
can become
lethal weapons against them, at Your Word.
Or you
can eliminate the need for judgment. The essence of our prayer is for revival.
Revival
before
it is too late, while there is still an America left to be revived!
We pray
for you to "go before us" in judgment against baby murderers, in some manner
which
proves
to everybody that it was by Your Hand, so that anyone with even the slightest
claim of
allegiance
to you will have to acknowledge Your hatred of abortion, and even your
enemies will
have to
face the fact that what You have decreed is relevant to how they are going
to be able to
live,
after all.
Go before us, Lord!
Peter Williams
said he was inspired to write this story (that is, what little there was
of it before
Uncle
Ed. got his hands on it) by Uncle Ed.'s previously published prayer for
such events. Here,
reprinted
in full, is that prayer and its explanation.
Prayer Request: that God will burn down Des Moines' Planned Murderhood
This was
first published Jan/C/94, and then reprinted May/C/94, February 1997, and
now
November
1998. The prayer was mentioned during the court proceedings of one of David
Shedlock's
trials. Seems like the Des Moines Register mentioned it once, too.
Editor's prayer request
Can you
join me in praying that God will burn down the Planned Murderhood in Des
Moines in
a manner
which no one can mistake for any human torching, or mechanical accident,
but which
impartial
investigators will have to attribute to miraculous (unexplainable) causes,
and which
Christians
will have to attribute to the Hand of God?
This prayer
request hit me only while typing up Brockhoeft's story, but already I am
swimming
in reasons
this is the right thing to publicly pray for, and this is the right time
to do it.
Am I copping
out? Am I now waiting for God to do something he wants me to do, a sin
for
which
I have often enough chided others? I believe my "excuse" for not torching
PP is godly. I
believe
God has put me in a wonderful, unique position where I will be able to
save more
babies
with several years full of words than with a single act followed by several
years in jail
deprived
of a word processor, offset press, and second class permit. Not to mention
other
battles,
too, that need to be fought and chronicled.
I see no
inclination among other Iowa Rescuers to take any physical measures against
abortuary
buildings,
much less persons. No other human deliverance is in sight.
I believe
it is wrong to ask God to do what God commands us to do. But it is God's
will, it
appears
from Scripture, when we are fighting near our capacity, against all human
odds, thereby
demonstrating
our faith in God to do what we cannot, to fight with us, and by His Almighty
hand to
earn the victory.
I believe
many pro-lifers in Iowa have committed themselves 101% to this holy work
and may
be operating
close to capacity, yet more and more babies are being killed, and more
and more
hearts
are being hardened.
Frankly,
what we need is REVIVAL. And that can not happen as long as the only thing
people
see is
humans doing what they imagine is right, by their own power. Not that there
aren't
countless
miracles in the lives of dedicated Christians, without which they could
not persevere.
But we have a big problem here. Babies have a big problem. So I pray for a big miracle.
I pray
for a miracle big enough to settle whether the classification of abortion
as "murder" is an
"opinion"
of Christians who have no right to "impose" it on others, or a LAW of God
to which
all men
and women had better submit!
I pray
for a miracle big enough to assure Bible believing fence sitters that saving
babies is a duty
of God's
churches.
I pray
for a miracle big enough to convince members of churches that don't believe
the Bible is
the Word
of God that there is a God after all who has definite, specific positions,
and who
judges
man for sin (though with incomprehensible patience, Romans 2:4, waiting
as long as
hundreds
of years, Genesis 15:16), who delivers the oppressed, (although in the
case of adults
He waits
until they are ready to be delivered; Exodus 2:14 illustrated Israel's
unreadiness, so
God had
to wait another 40 years) and Who, therefore, has provided us an accurate
record of
His Will
in order to hold us accountable to it.
I pray
for a miracle big enough to encourage Bible believing pro-lifers, lobbyists,
and legislators
that God's
Will, as expressed in His Word, is relevant to public dis-cussion after
all. (I pray for
our rulers
anyway.)
I pray
for a miracle big enough that no state or federal judge will be able to
delude himself,
when judging
Rescuers, that he or she is not also daring to judge the Judge of Judges.
I pray
for a miracle big enough to be a spring board for faith driven efforts
to vigorously
remove
abortion not only from Iowa's clinics, but from Iowa's culture, starting
with schools!
I pray for a miracle big enough to be a springboard for REVIVAL!
I was watching
Pat Robertson's 700 Club when a hurricane was heading up the East Coast,
not
heading
straight in and dissipating like most hurricanes, but moving right along
the coast, staying
close
enough to the ocean that it could continue its full fury, devastating the
coastline for
hundreds
of miles, beginning in the South and continuing as far as New York. Virginia
Beach
was in
about the center of the path of destruction. But Robertson prayed, and
asked viewers all
over America
to pray, that the hurricane would spare the 700 Club facilities.
Then I
watched the news reports, and praise God, the hurricane headed back out
to sea just
before
it reached Virginia Beach! Not inland to dissipate, but back out to sea.
But then,
even more amazing, as soon as it got out of reach of Virginia Beach, it
turned North
again.
And as soon as it got north of Virginia Beach, it headed back west to land!
And when it
got to
land, instead of continuing on in to dissipate, it turned back north to
follow the coast all
the way
to New York!
How could
any rational observer avoid the conclusion that God still answers the prayers
of
believers,
even in the midst of judgment?
And yet
when Pat Robertson later ran for president, news reports mocked Robertson
as the
man who
thought he could pray away hurricanes! Of course news reporters never fleshed
out
that charge
with any detail, because if they told what happened, they would look stupid
and
bigoted.
I tell
you all of that to let you know I realize God's miraculous judgment will
not very likely be
acknowledged
as such in the Bible denying press. But when fire falls from heaven on
Planned
Murderhood
and I am mocked for believing God would judge them in answer to prayer,
at
least
reporters won't be able to flesh out their ridicule with details, lest
they embarrass
themselves.
When do
I pray for this to happen? Sometime between this morning and the point
where
knowledge
of this prayer has spread about as far as it can spread, so that the maximum
possible
number of people will be watching PM and wondering. Because I expect that
after it
happens,
the press will suppress details of the miraculous nature of the event,
trying to blame it
on radical
humans to avoid acknowledging a "radical" God! I expect therefore that
the only
people
who would even think of reading between the lines of news reports for evidence
of
God's
hand would be those who knew before of the prayer for PM's destruction
by God's
Hand.
That's why the maximum possible number of people should know about the
prayer
before
it happens, so that God will receive the glory in the maximum possible
number of hearts,
sowing
seeds of REVIVAL.
"What makes you think God will answer such a bold prayer?"
When Shadrach,
Meshach, and Abednego were on trial for refusing to bow to the golden
image
of Nebuchadnezzar, they didn't say "Ha ha, you can't get me, because God
told us He
would
protect us." They said "O Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful [we aren't
afraid] to
answer
thee in this matter. If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver
us from the
burning
fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if
not, be it known
unto thee,
O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which
thou
hast set
up." Dan 3:16-18.
In the
same spirit, I have not said God has appeared to me in the flesh and told
me His
intentions.
But God IS ABLE to judge PM with fire from heaven. And so, in the absence
of any
Scripture
advising me to the contrary, I am determined to pray that He will, because
as I
explore
all the options before humans, I no longer perceive any human options.
We stand
like Israel before the walls of Jericho, bold and believing enough ("Lord,
help thou
mine unbelief!") but utterly helpless to do anything more by our own efforts.
There is
no letup for the babies in sight, and PM meanwhile pushes for pregnancy
related
medical
services ON SCHOOL PREMISES through its state funded "School Based Youth
Services
Program", and it promotes what it calls "full implementation of Human Growth
and
Development".
Am I commanding
God? ME?! Hardly. I seek to obey God's commandments. My impression
from Scripture
is that God always likes the warriors who go to battle in His name to be
vastly
outnumbered
by human count, so that no one will be able to question that the deliverance
was
His. How
much better that is, than faith in ourselves, which will always be followed
by
lawmaking
based on the evil imaginations of men, instead of God's merciful, freedom
protecting
laws!
"If ye
abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and
it shall be done
unto you."
John 15:7
Lord, stop Dsm's PM!
And take out as many other abortuaries as you like at the same time!
Give them
a little time to repent. If Jill June repents and turns PM into a Bible
believing church,
then forget
this prayer! But if they keep killing, judge them! Hear the silent screams
of your little
ones!
And when
Herbert Remer, the Clive (a suburb of Des Moines) abortionist, goes on
trial March
7 for
assaulting OR Communications Director Rev. Dave Shedlock, let him lose
his medical
license.
Unless he repents!
(Postscript:
Remer is still reaming. There was a long, drawn-out, headline grabbing
investigation
of him
by the licensing board, but the charges against him were finally judged
unfounded, by
reasoning
withheld from the public.)
Genesis 9: 6
Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by
man shall his blood be shed:
for in the image of God made he
man.
Numbers 35:33 So ye shall
not pollute the land wherein ye are:
for blood it defileth the land:
and the land cannot be cleansed of the
blood that is shed therein, but
by the blood of him that shed it.
