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All of which seems to put the responsibility  directly upon each of us who has a personal relationship with our Saviour – much as we like to blame the immorality of others for the precipitous rate of decline. But the responsibility is ours, and it always has been. When Solomon Stoddard once challenged Increase Mather on this very point, pointing out that the covenanted Christians in seventeenth century New  England were only a fraction of the population, Mather retorted that, nevertheless, that fraction was sufficient to “stand for the entire land” and “redeem the whole.” (The Light and the Glory by Peter Marshall and David Manuel, Revell Publishing, 1977, pp. 356)

In 605 BC, the teenager Daniel and his three teenage friends, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah,  were taken as captives to Babylonia. There, because of their good looks and intelligence, the four were chosen to be advisers at the royal palace to  King Nebuchadnezzar

Sadly, according to the historian, Josephus, the four youths were castrated and made eunuchs. This was a Babylonian policy at the time to insure that Hebrew leaders had no offspring and could never set up a line of succession.

Ouch, huh? But even more than the pain and the loss of masculinity, another problem arose for Daniel.

He who is emasculated by crushing or mutilation shall not enter the assembly of the LORD. (Deuteronomy 23:1)

Under the Law, Daniel could not enter the Temple in Jerusalem. He was an outcast, much like a leper. The Jewish priests in Babylonia would have known this fact about him and they would have shunned him and thought of him as unclean.

Yet, who did the Lord pick to be His chosen intercessor to end Israel’s Babylonian captivity? The nearly ninety year old eunuch: Daniel.

First, I believe part of the answer for America’s problems is:

Then I set my face toward the Lord God to make request by prayer and supplications, with fasting, sackcloth, and ashes. (Daniel 9:3)

Like Daniel, we American believers need to bow down and mourn our sins. We need to quit pointing our fingers at politicians, gays, abortionists, atheists, the media, and whoever else, and weep over our own mistakes.

You see, we Christians have surrendered our prophetic roles and have  submitted ourselves under today’s culture in the name of tolerance and peace. We should be ashamed and unable to even look at ourselves in mirrors.

Then, I believe we need to pray like Daniel did:

O Lord, we American believers have sinned and done wrong. We have rebelled against You and scorned Your commands and regulations. We have refused to listen.

Lord, You are in the right; but as You see, our faces are covered with shame. This is true of all of us believers in America.

O Lord, our leaders are covered with shame because we believers have sinned against You. Therefore, the Lord has brought upon us disasters You prepared for us. The Lord our God was right to do all of these things, for we did not obey You.

O my God, lean down and listen to us American believers. Open Your eyes and see our despair. We make this plea, not because we deserve Your help, but because of Your mercy. (Daniel 9:5-18 paraphrased)

No one can guarantee that God will send revival to America. At best, this is an iffy hope, one which we believers have clutched with iron like grips for thirty years. If revival comes to America, great! But what if it doesn’t, then what?

All through the Bible, the one act which has tugged on God’s heart and changed His mind about judgment for nations, has been repentance. Can we afford to do anything less than this right now?

Consider joining with us on Tuesdays as we fast, pray, and mourn for America’s sins.

(Conclusion)

Why does God often send an outsider to an area to help deliver the oppressed people?

God said to Abraham, “Know for certain that your descendants will be strangers in a land that is not theirs, where they will be enslaved and oppressed for four hundred years. (Genesis 15:13)

Three hundred and fifty years into the prophetic words of Genesis 15:12, a baby boy was born to a Levite couple living in Egypt. The couple already had a three year old son (Aaron) and an older daughter (Miriam), but this child was unique. He was the chosen one, the one who would be the deliverer of the Hebrews out of the iron furnace, Egypt.

How did God prepare His chosen deliverer?

Because of the harsh edicts of Pharaoh who wanted to kill all male Hebrew babies, the baby boy was placed in a water tight basket and set adrift in reeds along the Nile River. The baby boy’s sister, Miriam, stood nearby, watching on.

Pharaoh’s daughter then walked by the reeds, checked out the basket and fell in love with the Hebrew baby. Miriam showed up and asked if Pharaoh’s daughter needed a nurse for the baby. Pharaoh’s daughter agreed and paid the baby’s Levite mother to nurse her own baby. Interestingly enough, it was Pharaoh’s daughter who named the child Moses, not his Hebrew parents.

Can you imagine the conversation that  must have happened when Pharaoh’s daughter brought Moses into the palace? Her father wanted to kill Hebrew male babies and his daughter had one in her possession. There had to be a few tense moments and arguments over Moses, but in the end, Pharaoh’s daughter raised Moses as an Egyptian. He was taught by the best teachers, learned the ways of Egypt, and became a powerful minister of state.

Three hundred and ninety years into the prophetic words of Genesis 15:12, Moses felt like visiting the Hebrew slaves. He intervened in a fight between a slave and an Egyptian, and then killed the Egyptian.

And Moses supposed that his brethren understood that God was granting them deliverance through him, but they did not understand. (Acts 7:25)

Because of killing the Egyptian and the misunderstanding of the Hebrews, Moses fled to the desert where he tended sheep for forty years and worked for his father-in-law.

Not quite four hundred and thirty years into the prophetic words of Genesis 15:12, Moses had his burning bush experience with the Angel of the Lord. God revealed His name, I Am, told Moses to return to Egypt and gave him specific signs for the Hebrews. Moses argued about his inability to speak and God eventually agreed to allow his brother, Aaron, to do some speaking for Moses.

The Lord also gave Moses a future event:

“…Is there not your brother Aaron the Levite? I know that he speaks fluently.And moreover, behold, he is coming out to meet you; when he sees you, he will be glad in his heart. (Exodus 4:14)

While Moses was heading back to Egypt, God spoke to Aaron:

“…Go to meet Moses in the wilderness.” So he went and met him at the mountain of God and kissed him. (Exodus 4:27)

Both Moses and Aaron were prophets. And as these two scriptures reveal, both men heard the voice of the Lord. So, why did the Hebrews even need a prophet like Moses to deliver them? After all, Aaron was a prophet and, as a part of the prophet’s calling, he was also a deliverer.

First, let’s look at Aaron who was born and raised as a slave in Egypt. His normal mental state had to be based on fear. Fear of reprisals. Fear of death. Fear of starvation. Fear for his loved ones. Fear. Fear. Fear. It had to govern every part of his life, even part of his prophet’s calling.

For instance, what did Aaron do when Moses delayed coming down from the mountain and the people asked for a new god to lead them? He caved in to the people’s demands and carved a golden calf. That Egyptian god-like idol must have represented authority and power to Aaron which he thought had empowered his slave masters. Yet, no matter what his actual reason was, it was based on fear and not faith in the I Am.

Moses did not have Aaron’s fear problems. He was raised by the Egyptians who were the slave masters. He understood the Egyptian gods and knew they were powerless and dumb. Then, after Moses’ eyes were opened to his calling and had killed the Egyptian man, he probably felt fear for the first time. So, he fled to Egypt.

For forty years, Moses spent his time in a nomadic existence, far from a life of daily fear. It was during this period, he learned the ways of the Lord and understood His goodness.

For you have not received a spirit of slavery to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption, as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!” (Romans 8:15)

But also, for those forty years, Moses was not under the religious principality, which governed Egypt’s spirit realm and which used the spirit of slavery to rule over the Hebrews. Like David, Moses most likely had to fight some bears and lions along the way as a part of his training, but he was not in a constant conflict with a demonic principality like the one over Egypt.

When he was finally ready and prepared to face his Goliath, the religious principality over Egypt, God sent him as a deliverer to the Hebrews.

Yet remember this: it took a long time to prepare Moses for his calling of deliverer.

San Francisco can expect numerous outsiders who have no reputations, short resumes and long preparation times in deserts to show up as deliverers for the city. Their arrival is not a reflection on the San Francisco saints who have suffered under the spirit of depravity for years, but rather it is God’s plan for the city.

**This series is a rerun from July, 2011.**

(Continued in Part 4)

If I were a photographer, an apartment owner, or just an ordinary businessman, and two gays wanted to do business with me, I’d say, “Okay, will that be cash or credit card?”

I believe sound business sense dictates that my services or products  should be available to as many people as possible without ever attempting to exclude any particular groups. This is how I believe the marketplace works best.

My personal responsibility as a businessman is to walk in integrity and offer good values to customers for fair prices. This means that each customer, no matter who he is, must receive equal treatment and service. Period.

Now, if two gays lived next door to me, I’d obey scripture by loving them as I love myself. I’d be their friends. I’d help them. I’d defend them. I’d pray for them. I’d drink coffee and eat with them. Most likely, unless they asked me, they’d never know how I actually felt about homosexuality.

This is how I normally live the gospel of the kingdom of God in the world around me.

But there is another side of me, which is filled with red-hot anger.

The anger is a result of being sick and tired of seeing Satan lie and deceive 2-3% or more of America’s population into thinking a gay life style is acceptable before God and man. It is not! This lifestyle was created by Satan and his kingdom of darkness to mock the Creator and destroy men and women.

So God created man in His [own] image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. Then God blessed them, and God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it; have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over every living thing that moves on the earth.” (Genesis 1:27-28)

God created man in His own image…what does that mean?

First, because God is Spirit, He created Adam and Eve to have a God-like spirit within them which was alive to God. Both communicated and fellowshipped in their spirits with Him without any problems.

Secondly, man’s spirit was wrapped in a physical body. But wait, how can flesh and blood possibly be created in God’s image?

The answer lies in four words: “Be fruitful and multiply.”

You see, the Creator designed man to be a creator. Sperm from a man joined with an egg from a woman creates life… another human being. This creation process is to be carried out within a marriage between a husband and a wife through sexual activity. And as creators, the two spouses decide for themselves whether or not to create life.

Satan eventually threw a wrench into God’s plans by deceiving Eve and causing Adam to sin with a boldface lie.

Then the serpent said to the woman, “You will not surely die. For God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” (Genesis 3:4-5)

Adam and Eve were already created in the likeness of God! Yet, Satan’s cunning words somehow caused the two to disbelieve the One who created them and instead believe Satan. After all, the  forbidden fruit looked pleasant to the eyes and was desirable.

This rebellion by Adam and Eve caused sin to enter the world and man spiritually died and was separated from God. Satan then became the god of this world.

Yet, the father of lies, Satan, was not satisfied with just a spiritual separation between God and and the apple of His eye – man. His ultimate goal was to mock God and destroy men. And what better way to accomplish this task than to get mankind to rebel against God’s first command to men:

Be fruitful and multiply… (Genesis 1: 28)

The Bible refers to sexual activity orchestrated by Satan between two men or two women as the unfruitful deeds of darkness. Unfruitful?  No life can ever be created from this activity. It mocks the Creator’s plan for men and women.

Okay, who killed Harvey Milk on November 27, 1978? The obvious answer is Dan White. But who helped push White into committing the murder?

The spirit of depravity.

(Continued in Part 9)

At 9 p.m., my studying was completed. So, I stood up and walked into the kitchen for a drink of water. Turning on the recessed ceiling lights, I stopped dead in my tracks. A grotesque creature was sitting on a stool at the island counter. If the angel was the epitome of the Kingdom of Light, then this being was the dark side’s counterpart. Its gloomy eyes glared at me and its lips formed a sneer. Oozing sores plastered the being’s face and neck. A filthy robe covered its torso. The air was charged with a stench of decay.

“Listen up Chuck,” the creature said in a raspy voice.

Fear struck my chest like a baseball bat. I had trouble breathing. Confusion settled over me like a morning fog. Two and two did not add up at that moment.

“If you go to businessmen and tell them to leave churches and no longer give money to ministries and churches, some bad things will happen to your family. Your two sons will die in an auto accident and your wife will go insane. Do you hear me?”

I could not speak.

The creature drummed its dirty two-inch long fingernails on the granite counter. The beat reminded me of a funeral march.

“I said – do you hear me?” the creature hissed out the words.

I nodded.

“And I can do it. It will be easy, just as easy as it was for me to come into your home. No one can protect you from me! Not even God!”

The creature bared its brownish-yellowish teeth with a hideous grin as it stood up. “Don’t you ever forget what I told you – okay?”

The being walked over to the door leading out to the deck. Then without opening the door, he stepped through it, and left.

I collapsed on the floor and wept. My body convulsed in fear.

“Oh God! What have I done to my family?” I screamed.

Afterward, I pulled myself together and wandered into the family room, collapsing on the sofa. What is happening? I thought. Everything is hitting me at once. What can I do? My mind raced in circles searching for answers, but I found none. Finally, I fell asleep.

As I slept, a voice visited me. Was it a dream or a vision? It was like both, but different at the same time. I was awake, but asleep.

“Chuck,” the voice said.

Looking up, I saw myself standing in front of a stage in what looked like a large auditorium. It was black. None of the spot lights were turned on. The red velvet curtains were drawn apart. The voice seemed to be flowing out of the darkness blanketing the stage. I felt no fear, but in fact, was comforted by the voice.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Do you have some questions?”

“Yes.”

“Go ahead.”

“What was that being in my kitchen?”

“What do you think it was?”

“A demon.”

“Yes. That was a demon power sent to frighten you by the religious ruling spirit over America.”

“But how did that happen?” I asked. “I always pray for angelic protection over me.”

“Yes, you do,” the voice said. “For just a few moments, the angels who protect you backed off their posts. When they did that, the demon power slipped into your realm.”

It hit me like a hammer between the eyes. The Lord set me up and used me as ambush bait.

“But – ” I said, trying to put my thoughts into words.

The voice interrupted me. “You have been chosen to have insight into spiritual warfare so that you can teach others. Spiritual warfare is not played on a Game Boy. It is played out in real life scenarios where lives and destinies are at stake.”

The voice paused for a moment and then added, “Satan and his army want to kill Christians and their families, and destroy their destinies on the earth.”

I cringed. “But what can I do to protect my family?”

“What does scripture say?”

Once again, the voice bounced my question back to me.

I thought for a moment before answering. “Cast my cares on the Lord for He cares for me.”

“Yes. And don’t forget that Jesus rebuked demons. He refused to allow them to speak because they are all liars. You can do the same in Jesus’ name.”

I was silent, not wanting to ask my next question.

“Can Satan and his forces really hurt my children or Dusty?” I finally asked.

“Yes. Your rebellion and sin can open the gates for Satan’s army to come into your family’s lives. But by the same token, a causeless curse will not alight on you or your family. So, walk with God and avoid sin.” The voice was silent for a moment. “Any more questions?

“What about my problems with Dusty?”

“She is not the problem – you are. Dusty is like most women in that she desires to see her husband as a sold-out man of God, not a half-hearted pew-sitter. You obey God, follow His instructions, and she will be happy to walk by your side.”

With that answer, the voice left and I returned to my sleep.

The above scene is from my novel, Deceived, Dead and Delivered, which will be released in 2012.   

**This series is a rerun from July, 2011.**

(Continued in Part 3)

The movie, Milk (2008), was nominated for eight Academy Award nominations and ended up winning two: Best Actor (Sean Penn) and Best Original Screenplay (Dustin Lance Black).

Milk tells the story of the struggles Harvey Milk endured in the last eight years of his life as a gay rights activist and politician. The high point of the film shows Milk (Sean Penn) being elected to a seat on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors in 1977, which made him the first openly gay person elected to public office in California. But sadly, the movie ends with Milk and Mayor George Moscone being assassinated by Dan White on November 27, 1978.

Rotten Tomatoes rated the movie at 94%. And even though R rated, most Christian reviewers stated the movie was well acted and well done.

The film’s release was tied to the 2008 California voter referendum on gay marriage, Proposition 8, as its premiere was held in San Francisco two weeks before election day, November 4, 2008.

Although always considered an icon by the San Francisco gay community, the movie catapulted Harvey Milk into martyrdom status. President Obama posthumously awarded Milk a Presidential Medal of Freedom (August, 2009). Desmond Tutu supported the founding of the Harvey Milk Foundation (2009).

But then, Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger signed SB 572 on October 11, 2009. This bill designated May 22 as Harvey Milk Day and encouraged California public schools, K-12, to commemorate the life and values of Milk.

Was Harvey Milk a martyr, someone to be admired by school children? 

If you only watch the movie and listen to politicians and gay rights activists, the answer is “yes.” But if you do a little research, a different side of Harvey Milk can be seen.

The script for the movie, Milk, was adapted from Randy Shilt’s biography of Harvey Milk, The Mayor of Castro Street (St. Martins Press, 1982). Shilts wrote the book while struggling to find full-time employment as an openly gay reporter.

Later, Randy Shilt’s explained why he chose to write on Milk’s life:

At the time, for those of us who lived in San Francisco, it felt like it was life changing, that all the eyes of the world were upon us, but in fact most of the world outside of San Francisco had no idea. It was just a really brief, provincial, localized current events story that the mayor and a city council member in San Francisco were killed. It didn’t have much reverberation.” (Quartini, Joelle (June 20, 2008). “Harvey Milk Returns”, The New York Blade, 12 (25), p. 18.)

Here’s some quotes from Randy Shilt’s book, not portrayed in the movie, Milk:

“…sixteen-year-old McKinley was looking for some kind of father figure…At 33, Milk was launching a new life, though he could hardly have imagined the unlikely direction toward which his new lover would pull him.” (pages 30-31)

“It would be to boyish-looking men in their late teens and early 20’s that Milk would be attracted for the rest of his life.” (page 24)

“Harvey always had a penchant for young waifs with substance abuse problems.” (page 180)

“As homosexuals, we can’t depend on the heterosexual model…We grow up with the heterosexual model, but we don’t have to follow it. We should be developing our own life-style. There’s no reason why you can’t love more than one person at a time. You don’t have to love them all the same. You love some less, love some more — and always be honest with everybody about where you’re at. They in turn can do the same thing and it can open up a bigger sphere.” (pages 237-238)

Why in the world would politicians and educators hang their reputations on Harvey Milk?

(Continued in Part 8)

When the vision ended, I sat there trying to make sense of what I had just seen.

That’s when the angel appeared.

He stared at me. “Let’s go.”

Shock hit me, my mouth hung open. “Huh?” I mumbled.

Without explanation, the angel reached over and grabbed my left hand. We took off at the speed of light. I looked down as Albert disappeared quickly into a black dot and heard a faint “wolf” fall out of his mouth.

The dome of the San Francisco City Hall appeared directly ahead of us. It looked like we would crash into it. But before I could scream, we passed through it and landed in the Supervisors’ meeting chamber on the second floor. A wooden bench somehow telescoped out of the wall, up near the ceiling, and we sat down.

Under us, I saw the eleven supervisors sitting in their leather swivel-chairs. Each had a laptop computer on the desk in front of them. They talked and carried on. It was the weekly San Francisco Supervisors’ meeting.

The angel turned toward me. His robe whispered softly as he pivoted around.

“Open your eyes and see,” he said with a quiet power filled with heavenly authority.

I looked down again. This time my spiritual eyes opened.

I saw a grotesque creature sitting on the right shoulder of each of the eleven supervisors. The chimpanzee-size beings had a mixture of what looked like reptile, dragon, and wolf-like body parts with stubby tails, talons for feet, scale-covered wings, web-like hands and misshapen faces which protruded into long snouts and were filled with sharp teeth. They resembled dingy, gray gargoyles.

Each creature held its right wing over their assigned supervisors’ eyes. Their right hands were curled into a megaphone shape so they could speak directly into the supervisors’ ears. Their left hands looped behind the supervisors’ heads and covered their left ears.

The creatures never rested. When they were not speaking into ears, they looked up, around and at each other, their heads constantly moved about, their eyes searching to and fro. They seemed to be driven by a deep dread, almost as if a cruel slave master’s power instilled a fear in them.

What is this? I thought. Why am I here?

“Today is show and tell day, preparing you for your first assignment next week,” said the angel.

“First assignment – next week?”

“Quiet! I’m the teacher. You’re the student. Understand?” he whispered a stinging rebuke at me.

His voice contained no anger. Love cushioned the blows, but yet, I felt the power behind the rebuke. I shuddered and nodded.

“Earlier today, you had a vision. In it, you saw yourself being used as a sword by the Lord Jesus against a brass gate. The brass gate you saw was a gate of Hell over this city. It must be attacked so the truth from heaven can be heard in San Francisco. You are His chosen weapon for the undertaking.”

He paused a beat before continuing.

“Your spiritual eyes have been dialed up two notches, but that’s more than enough for you to get an idea of what’s happening in the Supervisors’ meeting room,” he said. “As you can see, demons sit on the supervisors’ shoulders, blocking information that is contrary to Satan’s agenda. At the same time, evil ideas are constantly spoken into the supervisors’ ears.”

He pointed a finger at me. “Remember: our struggle is not against flesh and blood but against the hordes of Satan.”

I nodded.

Then, he pointed at the supervisors. “Look again.”

This time I saw words streaming through the ceiling on what looked like hologram ticker tapes carried on laser beams. These words flowed to the ears of the creatures, the supervisors and everyone in the room.

I read them; they said, “Alternative life style.” “Pro-choice.” “Gay pride.” “Toleration.” “Christians are bigots.” “Abortion is a woman’s right.” “Separation of church and state.”  “San Francisco Pride.”

As each new message arrived, the creatures spoke into the ears of supervisors. A source from above orchestrated everything.

The angel pointed up. “Look.”

As I obeyed, the ceiling and roof over us opened and I saw into the second heaven. My eyes took a few moments adjusting to the spirit realm. But then, I saw a creature sitting on a large brass throne, blocking a portal coming out of the third heaven. Light rays attempted to flow through the portal, but only a few rays were able to pass by the large creature.

The creature’s appearance alternated between looking like a beautiful angel dressed in white and that of a monster version of the dingy, gray gargoyles, sitting on the supervisors’ shoulders. Like the smaller demons, the creature never rested. It caused fear in the hierarchy of demons below it and seemed fearful of its own cruel masters above it.

The words I saw, streaming through the ceiling like hologram ticker tapes, emanated from this creature. I saw additional word streams coming out of the creature’s mouth, heading toward Sacramento, Hollywood, Washington, D. C., New York City, newspapers, television networks, movie studios, publishers, corporations and thousands of other places.

The angel interrupted my thoughts.

“What you are seeing is the spirit of depravity. It is a ruling principality over San Francisco and guards a gate of Hell over the city. So powerful is this spirit that its wickedness is spread throughout the nation.

“The reason the spirit switches back and forth between appearances is it is creating confusion by this maneuver in the minds of people, whereby good is called evil and evil good.”

He grabbed my left hand. “Hang on.”

We flew up over City Hall and stopped, suspended high above the dome’s peak. The angel waved his hand over the city.

“Next week, your assignment is to begin engaging the spirit of depravity in battle.”

He then spent a few minutes giving me instructions from the Lord God of Hosts.

The above scene is from my ebook novel, Jonah.

**This series is a rerun from July, 2011.**

(Continued in Part 2)

When God sealed His covenant with Abram, He also spoke prophetic words to the patriarch, part of which are included in the following:

And you shall go to your fathers in peace; you shall be buried at a good old age. And in the fourth generation they [your descendants] shall come back here [to Canaan] again, for the iniquity of the Amorites is not yet full and complete. (Genesis 15:15-16 AMP)

What did God mean by saying the Amorites’ iniquity was not yet full and complete?

If you can, picture God holding a cup in His hand for a nation or city in which all of the iniquities are being poured into. When the cup is full to the brim of iniquity, God is forced to act as a Judge against that nation or city.  In this case, God would act against the Amorites and give their lands to Israel.

Now, let’s skip forward fourteen hundred years to when King Hezekiah’s son, Manasseh, became king over Judah.

But he did evil in the sight of the LORD, according to the abominations of the nations whom the LORD had cast out before the children of Israel. (2 Chronicles 33:2)

Eventually, Manasseh repented of all the Amorite-like iniquities he committed and he reversed many of them, but a few could not be atoned for. These iniquities were referred to as the sins of Manasseh.  These specific iniquities caused Judah to be defeated by King Nebuchadnezzar and then carried off into exile in Babylonia.

What were these iniquities? Witchcraft, sorcery, divination, and worst of all:

and also because of the innocent blood that he [Manasseh] had shed; for he had filled Jerusalem with innocent blood, which the LORD would not pardon. (2 Kings 24:4)

The innocent blood refers to King Manasseh’s introduction of an initiation rite into the Temple for newborn babies. The babies were passed between the molten red-hot hands of the idol Molech (an Amorite god). This became a widespread practice in Judah and caused many children to be burned to death. In the Law, God specifically forbid this iniquity, with the penalty being death by stoning.

Let’s look at the gay rights’ movement of today.

What are the real motives behind all of the gay rights’ battles over the last forty or so years?

To remove discrimination of gays in the workplace and wherever? Yes of course. There is no doubt Americans, especially us Christians, have discriminated against the gay community and caused them terrible suffering in times past. Yet, with the new laws and changing times, gay discrimination is mostly a thing of the past.

If discrimination is taken care of, what are the other motives?

Same-sex marriages? By itself, not really a big deal as only a small percentage of gays are getting married in the states where same-sex marriages are legal.

Reversal of policies in the military? Also, by itself, not really a big deal.

Gay adoptions? Again, by itself, not really a big deal.

All of the other gay issues, except one, are by themselves no big deals to the gay rights’ movement.

Sheol [Grave] and Abaddon [Hell] are never satisfied, nor are the eyes of man ever satisfied. (Proverbs 27:20)

As I wrote in Part 1 of this series, our present world has been created to be in subjection to angels, or under an angelic form of government. Because of Adam’s fall, our world’s angelic government is headed by Satan and manned by his demon horde.

Demonic leaders over regions, cities, states, nations, and whatever are known as principalities. These demonic principalities strive to control events and the people on earth under their authorities.

For San Francisco, it is my belief the ruling principality over the city is the spirit of depravity.

So, when we look at the most important gay motive (after the removal of discrimination), we need to also keep in mind what the spirit of depravity has in mind.

(Continued in Part 7) 

On September 11, 2001, thirty-two year old Todd Beamer boarded United Airlines Flight 93 at Newark International Airport, heading for San Francisco International Airport. An account representative for Oracle, Beamer had a scheduled meeting with a SONY representative in San Francisco.

Beamer and his wife, Lisa, had just returned from a week’s holiday in Rome the day before. So, maybe, he was shaking off the effects of jet lag and settling into his seat for a long nap after the plane departed forty-two minutes late (8:42 AM).

Yet, no matter what he was doing, forty-six minutes later (9:28 AM), Beamer and the rest of the passengers’ lives were forever changed.

Four Islamic Jihaddists, members of Al Qaeda, hijacked the plane. At least two people were killed and the rest of the passengers were herded to the back of the plane. One hijacker said he had a bomb and would blow up the plane if the passengers resisted in any way.

Several of the passengers called on their cell phones and learned about the two planes crashing into the World Trade Center Towers. Beamer contacted Lisa Jefferson, a GTE Airfone supervisor, and told her what was happening on Flight 93.

Beamer stayed connected on the phone with Jefferson as he and others plotted to storm the cockpit and retake the plane. A vote was taken and a plan was agreed upon.

But before Beamer and his group set off, Beamer prayed the Lord’s Prayer with Jefferson and also said, “If I don’t make it, please call my family and let them know how much I love them.”

Then, there were muffled sounds over the phone and Beamer’s voice could be heard saying, “Are you guys ready? Okay. Let’s roll.”

Minutes later the plane crashed into a field near Shanksville, PA (10:02 AM). Of the four hijacked planes on September 11, 2001, it was the only one not to hit its assigned target.

Let’s look at the options Todd Beamer and the others in the group felt they had on that fateful day aboard Flight 93:

Option #1: Do nothing and die.

Option #2: Fight and die, with the hope that they might at least spoil the enemies’s plans.

In their minds, there was no third option because they thought one of the hijackers had a bomb strapped to his waist. So, when they stormed the cockpit on that day, they believed they would die. And they did.

When the plane crashed, it was just twenty minutes away from its expected target: either the White House or the U.S. Capitol Building in Washington, D.C.

Okay, what about us? 

Like Flight 93, I believe America has been hijacked and is headed for a crash. Who the hijackers are (or were) no longer matters because there is more than enough guilt for all of us to share a piece of it. And it no longer really matters who takes over the cockpit – a Republican or Democrat or Whoever- because I truly believe America is going to crash.

As for our options, I believe we Americans have two similar ones to what Todd Beamer and his group had on September 11, 2001.

At that time the Lord, the LORD of Heaven’s Armies, called you to weep and mourn. He told you to shave your heads in sorrow for your sins and to wear clothes of burlap to show your remorse. But instead, you dance and play; you slaughter cattle and kill sheep. You feast on meat and drink wine. You say, “Let’s feast and drink, for tomorrow we die!” (Isaiah 22:12-13)

Just like Israel, we can either mourn our sins through fasting and prayer or we can party and enjoy ourselves right up to the end. The choice is up to each one of us.

Who knows? Maybe like Beamer and his group, we can mess up our enemies’ and Satan’s plan for America.

So, as for me, I intend on praying and fasting for our hijacked nation on each Tuesday in the future. If you can, join me.