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A New Novel? Why Not? (Part 9)

Chapter 4

The Iron Furnace

Don’t you agree it is odd how bad days can begin with blue skies and bright sunshine, not giving a hint of what will befall us later in the day?

On that Monday morning, I felt rejuvenated and ready to start my new career at Maxi Toyota. Rental furniture, a Mr. Coffee pot, toaster, groceries, and a few sundries decked out my one-bedroom apartment to look just like what it was – a bachelor’s pad. Other items would be added later.

Although the starting time for the class was 10 AM, I walked over to the dealership an hour early. It seemed like a waste of time to sit in front of my laptop when my mind wandered elsewhere.

As I walked in the door, a bronze-skinned man wearing a yellow Toyota golf shirt greeted me.

“Hi, newbie, my name is Levi Lopez.”

He stuck out his hand and I shook it.

“My name is Luke. How’d you know I was a new salesman?”

“A white shirt, blue tie, tan slacks, and a naive look on a face can mean only one thing around here – a newbie,” he said with a smile. “Follow me for a cup of fresh coffee. It’s the only free thing you will ever receive around here.”

I followed him through the car-filled showroom, down a picture lined hallway to a small cafeteria. He stopped in front of two coffee pots sitting on warmers.

“Help yourself to regular or decaf.”

I poured a cup and he did the same. He led me over to a round table and we sat down on white plastic chairs.

Both of us shared some basic tidbits of information about our backgrounds before I guided the conversation in a different direction.

“Levi, how long have you worked at Maxi Toyota?”

“Seven years.”

“Have you sold many cars?”

“On an average, fourteen vehicle sales per month which works out to about $5,000 in commissions and bonuses each month.”

“Not bad. It sounds like you like it here.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders.

“It’s not a bad place although the owner, Mr. Maxi, thinks all of us salesmen are worthless pieces of crap.”

“What? You’re joking with me, right?”

“No, it’s the truth.”

“Okay,” I said, “tell me about it. If I’m going to work here, I need to know the good, bad, and ugly about the place.”

After looking around first, Levi leaned across the table. His dark eyes looked down for a moment before he began by saying it happened six years earlier on a Saturday afternoon. A big Labor Day ad had lured hundreds of prospective customers to the dealership, swamping the sales staff.

“I had a tough customer who wanted a platinum colored Land Cruiser. We negotiated back and forth, but no matter what sales tactic I tried, he wanted to pay $2,000 under my best price. The frustration caused him to stand up and prepare to leave. I motioned for him to sit down while I summoned a decision maker. The man listened and sat back down.”

Levi explained that when he went to the sales desk, he discovered all of the sales managers were busy on the floor, trying to close deals with other sales people. Somehow, the owner, Mr. Maxi, overheard the conversation and said he would close the deal for Levi.

Maxi took a moment to check the costs and trade-in figures on the computer. He wrote something on the back of his name card and came around the front of the desk. The two headed for Levi’s office.

“Mr. Maxi looked like an English bulldog with his jaw set, ready to gnaw on the customer’s leg.”

Levi introduced Maxi to his customer and the two shook hands. Maxi sat down in Levi’s chair behind the desk while Levi stood off to the side. The two exchanged a few pleasantries and then Maxi flipped the name card over. It had a number written on the back.

“There it is,” said Maxi, “my take-it or leave-it bottom dollar price, good only for the next five minutes.”

The customer picked up the card and whistled.

“Sir, would you allow the few dollars difference between your offer and mine stand in the way of this fine salesman earning a commission today?  He’s been working on this deal for a couple of hours,” said the customer.

Maxi scowled and stared at him.

“I don’t give a crap about the salesman. Do you want the deal or not?”

Levi stated Maxi’s words embarrassed the customer, but nevertheless he accepted the owner’s deal. The Land Cruiser sale resulted in a $350 commission for Levi, but the bitter taste haunted him afterward.

“At first, I thought he was a racist, biased against Latinos, but I happened to be looking up some info in the room next door to his office a month later. I overheard him arguing with his son, Eli, the dealership’s CFO, about sales commissions. Eli wanted to raise the percentages, but Maxi refused to even consider the idea. Maxi ended the discussion by saying, ‘Our salesmen are all pieces of crap that I can easily replace with one ad.’”

“Ouch!” I replied, uncomfortable with this knowledge.

“Yeah, right! Over the years, I’ve watched six to ten newbies arrive every month to replace six to ten expendable pieces of crap that either were fired or quit. If you do the math for our thirty man sales force, you’ll figure out we have a 350% turnover rate each year. It’s a tough business, my friend, and you are employed by one of the orneriest dealerships in Southern California,” Levi said, looking down at his watch. “Oops! I have to go.”

He left, but I continued sitting there with my untouched coffee.

Later, I learned Levi related this story to the other newbies.  All of us knew what the owner thought about his sales force. And even later yet, I discovered Levi went out of his way to tell every new sales trainee over the last six years his story. Everyone in the dealership knew the story.

To me, Levi was a fox living in a chicken coop. The egg production certainly suffered because of his presence and his story. Yet he continued to work there.

What kind of company allows bitterness to fester and grow unchecked within its workers? I wondered, more than once in the months ahead.

(The above is the first part of Chapter 4 for a new novel I’m writing, The Day LA Died, © Larry Nevenhoven, 2012.)

(Continued in Part 10)

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A New Novel? Why Not? (Part 9)

 

 

Chapter 3

On the Ground in LA

No one awaited me when American Airlines Flight 1310 landed at the Los Angeles International Airport. My wrinkled khaki slacks and black sports shirt blended me into the crowd as just another traveler hurrying to the baggage claim area. On the way, I saw a Hudson Gift Store and went inside to check out the newspaper section.

Stacks of newspapers lined a bottom shelf. I sorted through them and picked up a Los Angeles Times. As I turned toward the cash register, I came face to face with paperback copies of 100Fold Churches on a metal rack. I instinctively picked one up.

A man next to me whispered, “That’s a great book. You’ll enjoy it.”

“Thanks,” I said.

The man smiled and moved on.

For a moment, I thought about purchasing it just so nobody else could buy it, but I put it back.

What a great businessman I am, I thought. If I purchase all of the existing copies of the book, guess what the publisher will do? Print more. Not a very lucrative business plan on my part. Guess I’d better try car sales.

After paying, I took the escalator to the lower level and the baggage claim area. There I realized why LAX was the fifth busiest airport in the world. Crowds of people stood everywhere, waiting for their luggage.

Welcome to California, I thought, what’s next.

 

The taxi driver had a thick Brooklyn accent and a dark blue Yankee baseball cap pulled down low on his forehead. He looked over the seat at me and asked the question which had been bugging me for days.

“Hey, bud, where do you want to go?”

“Just a moment.”

I opened the Times and scanned through the classifieds. A big advertisement at the bottom of the help-wanted section captured my attention:

Sales people needed – no experience necessary. Annual incomes of $100,000 or more can be expected after our thorough training program. We may be the answer you are looking for! Apply today at Maxi Toyota in Pasadena.

I blew out a deep breath and looked upward, hoping to see an answer written in the sky. Nothing appeared, but an inner peace encouraged me.

“Take me to Pasadena,” I said.

The man with a two day beard and baggy eyes looked up into the rearview mirror as he drove the orange taxi onto the entrance ramp leading to the 405 Expressway.

“Hey, bud, work with me, help me out a little, okay? Do we have an address in Pasadena? Or do I just toss you out at the city limits sign?”

“Hmm. I’ll let you know before we get to Pasadena,” I said, stalling for time. “By the way, how did a man with a thick New York accent like yours end up in California?”

“Well, bud, her name is Mona.”

“A woman, huh?”

“More than just a woman, bud, she’s an exotic beauty. If she would’ve moved to an igloo at the North Pole, I would’ve packed up a dogsled and followed her with my tongue hanging out, all the way there, do you hear me? Say, what’s the story with that twang of yours? Are you a country music singer or something?”

His smile beamed in the mirror as he handed the conversation back to me like a baton in a relay race.

Back and forth, the banter continued for the thirty minute ride to Pasadena with one thing leading to another until I finally mentioned my need for an apartment in Pasadena. The cabbie, like thousands of taxi drivers the world over, knew somebody who knew somebody. And that is how I ended up at the Pasadena Hills Apartments on Colorado Boulevard, two blocks west of Maxi Toyota.

Later that day, Ted Hopkins, the sales manager at Maxi Toyota, interviewed me for a sales position.

“Son, with your blond hair, blue eyes, and that great southern accent of yours, you’ll be a killer success selling cars here. Our next training class starts on Monday. Can you start then?”

Thus, within four hours of landing in Southern California, I had an apartment and a job. Everything seemed to be on the fast track, propelling me forward. It made me hope that the worst part of my wilderness days were behind me.

Who knows, I thought, God may send Jamie out here and our marriage may work out after all.

Yet, I did not hear the clanging of the door as it slammed behind me. You see, I had walked into God’s iron furnace and He was ready to stoke the hot coals, beginning on Monday, at Maxi Toyota.

(The above is Chapter 3 for a new novel I’m writing, The Day LA Died, © Larry Nevenhoven, 2012.)

(Continued in Part 9)

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A New Novel? Why Not? (Part 8)

 

Chapter 2

Nineteen years later

I jumped in the Mercedes and hit the ignition. Squealing off, I ignored mama who waved frantically from the sidewalk. Mama, I thought, I need to be alone for a while. I hope you can understand that.

I headed north. Then, I motored up Clarksville Pike across the Cumberland River to Cliff Drive. There I drove northeast along the river to a little recreational area where I turned in and parked the car.

When I opened the door, I reached above the dash for my aviator sunglasses. I put them on and slammed the door shut. The morning sun was already hot, the humidity nearly ninety per cent. Sweat drops formed on my forehead. I pulled the blue shirt outside my pants and walked to the river.

A few fishermen sat on the river’s bank hoping to catch catfish. Their bobbers floated along with the current. They probably watched my antics, but I did not care. Out of habit, I bent over and scooped up a handful of loose rocks and strolled along the river. The waves slapped against my black leather loafers and darkened my slacks with wetness. I was oblivious to everything. Every so often, I tossed a rock into the river. A few skipped two or three times before sinking into the murky depths, but even this was just a physical release of my pent-up anger.

At a bend in the river, I sat down on concrete retaining wall. There I stared upward. My eyes glazed with frustration from the day’s events.

“Lord,” I spit out, “I’m angry at You. What a mess You’ve made of my life. Why didn’t You help me out with Jamie? I love her.”

A long silence followed my outburst as I reflected upon the words I just uttered.

What if God smote me with a lightning bolt, I thought. Oh well, I don’t care. Hit me with Your best shot, Lord. It looks like I’m in Your gun sights anyway. Might as well finish me off and put me out of my misery, right here and now.

I folded my arms across my chest.

“Lord, I feel so hurt and alone. I can hardly stand it. I want to quit!”

An inner voice softly whispered, “Luke, I felt hurt and alone on the cross.”

“That’s not fair, Lord. You’re God. And I’m a piece of smelly human flesh, just a man who has lost the woman he loves.”

The put-put sound of an outboard motor came near. I looked up to see a couple of people towing a skier behind their sleek red boat. The boat turned a sharp one hundred and eighty degree turn, causing the skier to swing wide. The nylon towing rope snapped and the skier headed straight for me, water spraying behind her in a thick rooster tail. Twenty feet from shore, the girl sat down.

“Hi,” said the teen aged girl. A toothy smile outlined her round face.

“Hi,” I said with the enthusiasm of a man strapped into an electric chair.

“What’s your problem?”

I studied her for a beat or two.

“I’m mad at God!” I exclaimed.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“So, how’s that working out for you?”

“Don’t know yet.”

She giggled.

“Well, it looks like you have two options.”

“Just two options, huh?”

“Yeah, just two. You can stay mad. Or you can realize there’s no benefit in being angry at God. He won’t change His mind because He’s always right. Always knows what best for us, even guys like you.”

The put-put sound of the boat came near again. A man with a white straw hat threw a new towing rope to the girl.

“See ya,” she said as the boat pulled the slack out of the rope and then took off, heading upstream.

I sat there with my mouth open, drool running down my chin, amazed at what just took place. What’s this, I thought, did she just play the part of Elihu in my Trials of Job opera. What’s next?

I staggered back to the car and picked up my cell phone from the passenger seat. I punched in a number.

“Yes sweetie,” answered mama.

“What’s for lunch? Your little boy is sad and starved.”

“Sorry sweetheart. I know you’re hurting,” she said in a manner only mothers can possibly utter. “Stop by. Cornbread’s in the oven and pinto beans are almost done.”

That’s my mama! I thought. She loves to pamper her little boy on a bad days. Hope she has some apple pie or chocolate cake sitting around. Sweets sound comforting right now.

The next day I preached my last sermon at Rock on the River Fellowship. It was a sad moment for the congregation and me. Most attended the church because they liked me, but now I had let them down. All outwardly wished me well, but I knew as soon as the service ended, the gossip grapevine would begin churning out rumors about why I resigned from the Rock. Few would ever know the whole story and somehow, I had to be satisfied with that, trusting God’s grace would cover all of the loose ends in the matter.

After leaving the church, I went to my apartment. There I wandered from room to room, making mental notes about what to do with all of my stuff. An old picture of me playing quarterback in high school caught my eye. It reminded me of our high school coach’s words after our loss by one point in overtime of the district championship game. “Men, it is what it is, it’s not what it should have been, not what it could have been, it is what it is.”

So, that became my attitude in the days after my resignation: “It is what it is.”

I spent the rest of my time in Nashville, wrapping up everything. I sold all of the household goods, the Mercedes, and the diamond ring. The proceeds helped pay off the cash advance to the publisher for my unfinished book. I canceled every scheduled meeting in the Franklin Covey Planner.

When the dust settled, every ministry bridge had been blown up. No longer did Rev. Luke Stoner, the New York Times best selling author and well-known preacher exist. He died and his ashes floated downstream on the Cumberland River.

(The above is the fifth part of  Chapter 2 for a new novel I’m writing, The Day LA Died, © Larry Nevenhoven, 2012.)

(Continued in Part 9)

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Do You Have the Discernment of a Corpse?

Over seventeen years ago, I attended a church which had a great worship band. Its music lifted my heart out of the depths of despair many times, but one Sunday evening, I had a rather upsetting experience.

The band had just played the opening chords to one of my favorite David Ruiz’s worship songs:  We Will Dance. I raised my hands and my feet automatically began moving along with the music. The whole assembly seemed primed for celebration.

I looked above the worship band and an odd thing happened: a hole opened up into the heavenly realms. What I saw was a glorious white light approaching us at what appeared to be the speed of light. As it came nearer, I could make out a white cloaked creature sitting on a throne.

My first thought was that an awesome presence of God was going to invade our assembly. To say the least, I was excited.

But as it approached nearer and nearer, I saw its evil face and knew the creature was an angel of light. Although the coldness of its terrible presence sent shivers through me, I said, “Go in Jesus’ name.”

The angel of light quickly departed.

Since that night, I have hardly listened to Christian worship music. When I have listened, the worship songs no longer excite my spirit. Oh, I feel a little bit of God in them, but for the most part, I recognize that they are mostly worldly me-too clones dressed up to make money off us Christians.

“What!” you scream, “I love Christian worship music. It brings the presence of God into my times of devotion.”

Maybe you’re right, okay?

But if you want to test your discernment, don’t listen to worship music for the next six months. If the music withdrawals became too hard to bear, listen to Mozart, Beethoven, and other classical music.

Then, at the end of six months, listen to worship music once again. You might be surprised at what your spirit discerns from the music.

You see, what we Christians now call spiritual discernment has been deadened by the world we live in and what we believe is God may not always be so.

Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world. (1 John 4:1)

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John Paul Jackson Updates Perfect Storm Prophecies (Part 5)

John Paul Jackson began prophesying publicly about what he called the perfect storm in 2008. Earlier in 2012, Jackson updated his prophetic words. The following is a transcription (mistakes and all) of his main points from a video, which has since been removed. (But you can still see his main points herehere, and here.)

Remember: All prophetic words need to be prayed about and mistakes on any one part do not negate the truth on other parts. Plus, although you may disagree with some of a messenger’s doctrines, does not mean you should ignore his message.

32. 

The church must learn how to contend for the faith once again. We are weak and we fall away so easily when crisis hits. We’ve not been tested and we’ve lost our resolve. And we understand little of the adversaries’ plans.

The church has lost the ability to debate their faith without becoming angry. And thus we have so few strong, clear, godly voices in the political arenas. We have lost our witness, the witness that convicts others and strongly testifies that God is still God and will still do what He has always done.

As a witness we are to prove that God exists. We have to return to more then a knowledge of God, but a craving to know God.

I mentioned that last night that it’s not just knowing about God, but we have to return to a craving to know Him. That’s intimacy with Him. The concept that Abraham knew Sarah and she conceived. That idea of close knowing of one another.

The church must return to the love of God’s word and the belief that it is infallible and inerrant in its original form. This would include the conviction, knowledge, and understanding that God is absolute. And there is only one way to know Him and that’s through Jesus.

We need a new revelation of God’s omniscience, omnipotence, omnipresence, eternality, and immutability. That’s why I talked about it last night because until we understand that, we will lose heart in the midst of a battle. But if we know our God and that nothing can defeat Him, nothing is smarter than Him, nothing knows more than Him…until we know those things, our faith will weaken and we will tremble when signs in the heaven come.

33.

I believe if you read Jeremiah 30 you will find Jacob’s troubles. We are there.

But here is what Psalms says for us, Psalm 24 regarding Jacob’s troubles: He shall receive blessings from the Lord and righteousness from the God of his salvation. This is Jacob, the generation of those who seek Him, who seek God’s face. Lift up your heads, O you gates! And be lifted up, you everlasting doors! And the King of Glory shall come in.

See it’s in Jacob’s troubles that the King of Glory will come in. Who is this King of Glory? The Lord strong and mighty. The Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O you gates! Lift up you everlasting doors. And the King of Glory shall come in. Who is this King of Glory? The Lord of hosts, He is the King of Glory. Selah.

If we turn to seek the Lord, there will be a much clearer definition of Christianity which means much more persecution. It will not include luke-warm.

Those who will ascend the hill in the times of Jacob’s troubles will include those who have clean hands and a pure heart who are not vain or puffed up in their thinking. You will live in the thick, holy presence of God. You will hear Him and be guided by Him. Gates of heaven will open up to you  and those spiritual questions that have been difficult for you to understand will now become easy to understand. The everlasting or ancient doors will open means the ancient spiritual truths which have been hidden for a long time will be revealed. They’re in the Bible but because we are blind we can’t see what they mean. It’s not like it’s a new scripture. It’s all right here (in the Bible) but we are blind. We have eyes to see, but see not. Ears to hear, but hear not. The might and strength of the of the Lord of hosts will come into your circumstances and your situation and He will fight and they will fight on your behalf. And the Lord of glory will come into your house.

(Conclusion…but if you want, you can see the full series here.)

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John Paul Jackson Updates Perfect Storm Prophecies (Part 4)

John Paul Jackson began prophesying publicly about what he called the perfect storm in 2008. Earlier in 2012, Jackson updated his prophetic words. The following is a transcription (mistakes and all) of his main points from a video, which has since been removed. (But you can still see his main points herehere, and here.)

Remember: All prophetic words need to be prayed about and mistakes on any one part do not negate the truth on other parts. Plus, although you may disagree with some of a messenger’s doctrines, does not mean you should ignore his message.

21.

There will be tornados with such force that automobiles will become airborne missiles.

22.

The Lord told me there would be a pandemic that came, but the first one would prove to be little but feared. But the second one that comes would be serious. So there is a pandemic that is going to be coming.

23.

There will be changes in our gravity, as their will be a shift happening in the magma of the earth. Changes will happen in the gravity field. Look for notifications of changes in the gravity field. And with that will come heating of the ocean floors and the oceans changing temperatures. That will end up killing lots of fish and everything else in the ocean.

24.

China’s escalation is not by accident. It was planned and it is strategic and it has the design to be leading power in the world.

25.

There is a commercial paper bubble that is about to burst in the commercial real estate markets.

He told me in 2007, there is going to be a move for people to grow their own foods. And boy has that happened. And if you are going to buy food, do not buy anything that has been genetically modified. It won’t reproduce itself. And there is coming a blight in genetically modified crops. They think they’re blight proof, but they are not. When this thing hits, it will spread like wildfire.

So you will see entire crops like wheat or corn or some grain product it will be seen and also tomatoes.

26.

You need to pray for President Obama’s protection. There is a plan to take his life. He said, “Whether you agree or disagree is not the question, son. Pray for his protection. I’ve commanded you to pray for his protection. The Bible, My word commands you to pray for his protection. That all will be well with you.

The worst thing that could happen is for him to be taken out. Not talking about being reelected or not being reelected, but about being taken out. The worst thing that could happen is for him to be taken out.

27.

He showed me, I don’t know what city, but I know it’s a coastal city, and the result was from a dirty bomb. And a dirty bomb blew up in a coastal city and it was uninhabitable for over 30 years. It was that level of radiation that was released.

28.

He told me, “If you have the opportunity to buy rural land, take it, because it’s going to become very valuable as the people flee the cities.

29.

This country is going to cut most of its foreign aid programs and as a result international dictators will multiply.

30.

He said, “There’s going to come a growing anarchy among the gay and lesbian community. And there will be reports of mobs maiming and torturing heterosexual men.

Also watch for homosexual men being able to carry a baby through organ transplant. So transplanting of a uterus and the ability of a man, because of technology, to carry a baby.

31.

Many large churches are going to end up filing for bankruptcy because they can’t make the building payment. The church has taken on the concept that numbers mean anointing. So, they compromise My word not to offend in order to keep the finances.

(Continued in Part 5…or you can see the full article here.)

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“Our Dear America: Where Do You Go From Here?” by Wolfgang Simson

I reblogged the following article from my friend, Mercedes, at her site: Believe. Wolfgang Simson is an apostle, author, and global church planter who lives in Germany.)

Our Dear America Where Do You Go From Here?

by Wolfgang and Mercy Simson

Today, Obama has been re‐elected; all the efforts of many Christian leaders, prayer movements, “prophets” and “concerned Americans” who have lobbied, written appeals, articles, books, letters – some have even done films – to warn not to vote for him have come to nothing. Many of them have behaved as if the future of the Kingdom of God is at stake. Well, it is not.

Can we, as foreigners who dearly love you as a people, say a few words into this situation? Because it is evident to us that God has a clear plan with your nation. But many don ́t seem to see it, and therefore run the danger of fighting the wrong fight, wasting precious time and resources, and even endlessly call upon God to do what he just will not do.

The German weekly Der Spiegel, kind of a German Time Magazine, has a cover picture of Uncle Sam in bed, titled, The American Patient: The decline of a Great Nation. We think this is a prophetic picture. As your friends, we know, acknowledge and admire that America has had a great past. But how will your future look like?

God chastises whom he loves because he knows: pride will come before the fall, and humbleness and brokenness is the only condition he responds to. We personally sense we need to tell you: the destiny of your nation is in God’s hands, not yours. It is not at all about Obama or Romney, it is about God using all the nations in the world according to his global and unchanging plans. Did you ever allow the thought that God in his sovereignty is using Obama like a pawn on his chessboard to humble the US as a nation because he wants to show his grace to a nation gone completely self‐sufficient? A nation that is so full of independence, individualism, nationalism and trusting a greed‐and fear‐based economy that there may be only one way open to heal it from its idolatry and re‐align itself with the Kingdom of God: a crisis beyond anything that America has ever seen?

In 2008, God had been challenged by a man standing up in public, preaching to the cheers of a huge crowd: “Yes we can!” We watched it; we saw the tears of excitement in the eyes of the people; the statements were received as if coming from the Messiah Himself, and the electoral rallies had all the flavor of a religious revival. “Yes, we can” is the exact opposite of the King of kings saying: “Without me, you can do nothing!”

If God is the one who “deposes kings and raises up others” (Dan 2:21), does it really matter what are the names of the current puppets set in place by God that advance both the New World Order and the Kingdom of God? Neither Herod, Pilate nor Cesar were truly important for the development of the Kingdom. That is exactly why Kingdom people do not play in the Second League, but the First, the one that matters. The one that puts the Kingdom first, and everything else – including their own nation – second.

The problem of the current commotion and insecurities arises when even the people that call themselves after God keep confusing the Kingdom of God with the United States of America. And when that happens, especially through Christians with a public voice, then we have truly lost all perspective of the coming Kingdom of Jesus Christ and the predictions he has made that will precede his coming.

America is being publicly humbled by God; and he is going to use Obama – and those after him – to further advance his agenda that will lead all nations to kneel before that one true King Jesus very soon. If any nation wants to become a tower that reaches up to high heaven, it will be humbled by a God who will not share his glory with people relying on their own strength.

America, where do you go from here? What does this mean for you? The future is going to be very, very rough. Your securities will vanish, the economy will go down, the education system will become even worse, the streets more dangerous, the churches even more divided, the youth even more disillusioned – unless there is a true movement that abandons all those idols mentioned above, and radically repents, makes a radical alignment with the King of the Kingdom of God and his constitution, live the Law of Christ in all areas of life, first and foremost in the areas of sex, money, power and how we “do church”. This is a defining moment for you as a nation. You could go down, as the German journalist of ‘Der Spiegel’ predicted. Or, America could be literally re‐invented by Kingdom people who are ready to implode the prevailing myths about America’s greatness, and replace it by God’s greatness. The King has even greater things purposed and would fulfill those purposes IF those who call themselves after Jesus the King, would turn away from their self‐made religion, self‐made churches and religious factions, self‐made visions of success, and their self‐made, harmless God.

Can we lovingly but urgently call you back at this hour to begin and initiate a movement to reposition and repatriate yourselves into the eternal Kingdom, by submitting yourself not only in theory but also in practical deeds to Jesus the King, starting to obey the King and his liberating decrees in all the areas that count? You might even want to write a declaration of dependence on God and each other, because by idolizing anything else before and over God, you will become illegal aliens in the country that counts, where we all are called to have our home: the Kingdom, the one place where our true citizenship, nationality and allegiance lies (Phil 3:20). This is the only one country that will not be shaken, as it has an unchanging King.

If there is any way that we can help you in this great challenge and task – we want you to know we will.

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