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Come Out Of Her My People Revelation 18:4 |
AND DARKNESS SHALL COVER THE LAND |
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On January 8, 1972 a cure was found for cancer by a young intern named Veronica. She was doing post graduate work at the UCLA Medical Center. It was a medical bombshell heard 'round the world' which saved millions of dollars in medical costs and saved untold heartache in countless families. Cancer research monies were then re-directed to other ills resulting in continued benefits across America and around the world. On that fateful day at Luby's in Texas, when the gunman drove his vehicle into the front of the restaurant, a young policeman, Officer Joseph, saw the careening driver and was right behind the crazed driver as he pulled out his automatic weapon. The Officer shouted for him to, "Drop it." The madman turned the gun toward Officer Joseph who then fired a single shot to the man's chest. He died instantly, the automatic weapon falling harmlessly to the floor. The little girl was riding her bike alone on the vacant parking lot. The old black truck pulled across the lot to her. The man jumped out, grabbed her, and kicking and screaming she was thrown into the vehicle which then sped away. A young, blonde construction worker named Alan happened to see the incident as he was driving by while doing an errand. He immediately turned to follow the speeding vehicle. He called on his truck radio to his office and described the situation and the location, ever changing as he followed the truck. Soon police sirens were heard as they closed the roads and blocked escape of the black pickup, and the terrified little girl. Within minutes, the truck was stopped and the kidnapper attempted to run away. Officers pursued, cornered, and knocked him to the ground and handcuffed him. The little girl, Amber, was comforted and quickly returned to her relieved family. Ron Goldman was just getting off work and agreed to return a customer's glasses on the way home. As he left he ran into an old friend, James. They hadn't seen each other for awhile, and James had become an accomplished black belt Karate competitor. James said he would go along with Ron, and then they'd go on to Ron's and discuss old times. They approached Nicole Simpson's home without incident. But as they opened the gate, a shadowly figure suddenly leaped from the bushes and grabbed Ron. Instantly, without forethought, James reacted. Within seconds the attacker was disabled on the sidewalk. Nicole screamed, but then ran inside to call the police. The would-be attacker struggled and swore obscenities. The dog was barking uncontrollably, and a neighboring porch light went on; its occupants started to immerge at the sounds of screams and commotion in the night. It was only minutes before the police arrived and forced the still-cursing attacker into the back of the police van. It was down to the last minutes of counting in the latest Kennedy Space launch. Thousands watched by the Cape and millions more by television. Children across America were transfixed by the thought of one of their teachers going aloft. Excitement fairly crackled in the air. Then, at T-Minus 7 minutes, a young engineer sounded an alarm. The countdown was halted. Everyone breathlessly listened for the reason. Was something wrong? The young engineer, Jacob, was insistent. A minute deviation in computer readings seemed to indicate a problem with the O-Rings. With great disappointment the countdown was discontinued so the problem could be sought out and double checked. "Unfortunately" there would be no launch today. A young geologist has been researching his new theory of earthquake prediction. He has traveled extensively to Japan and Chile to study pre-conditions and was fortunate to time his study just before several major quakes. Kevin has always been interested in predicting quakes, perhaps because he was actually born during a major L.A. quake. Kevin just received his PhD, and has been writing extensively about his theories. Several articles have been printed in major publications and he has become more and more accepted. He has compiled a list of subtile pre-actions that precede a quake, and with unwavering accuracy is ready to predict any major quake. It is now a balmy, sunny day in Los Angeles. Kevin's team has been diligently at work on the pre-quake theory list. Everything is directing Kevin to the prediction of a major San Francisco area quake within 24 hours. He alerts several authorities who confer with highway engineers as to potentially dangerous sections of overpasses throughout the city. Kevin is more sure with each passing hour and is pinpointing a potential quake epicenter. Not wanting to panic the population, highway engineers close one section of highway for "repair and construction" purposes. It lies in an area Kevin has pinpointed and if he is right, the upper highway overpasses would sandwich down onto the highway section below. It would be a potential disaster for any vehicles crushed between them. The section is closed and traffic unhappily diverted. It is just 2 hours and 45 minutes later that the ground begins heaving and the familiar rumbling is heard and felt across the city. Just as predicted, the earthquake occurs and as the highway engineers feared, the overpass collapses onto the highway below. Thankfully no vehicles were below. It is a dark, muggy night again in Los Angeles. The police radio blares call after call to frustrated policemen. They are now concentrating on a familiar problem, Rodney King. Back-up is called for, as this is a huge man, possibly on drugs, who in the past has been a major problem in cuffing. Several more officers arrive on the scene. One officer, known as "Big Harold" arrives. Officer Harold played pro-football with the Seahawks before becoming a policeman. Rodney King easily throws off the surrounding officers. Luckily Officer Harold arrives just as the frustrated officers were about to use more lethal force to control the wild drug-induced rage of the maniac of a man. Even Rodney King is no match for the strength and power of the former football great. Officer Harold quickly subdues Rodney King without either one of them being injured. These are the stories as they were destined to occur. But Veronica, Joseph, Alan, James, Kevin and Harold were never born. They were aborted by their mothers before their lives could be fulfilled. These, the high profile stories, are easily under- stood, but out there across America the concept is repeated over and over in the mushrooming amount of tragedies. More and more tragedies. People ask "why?" "Why?" is because the mortal saints and saviors who would avert the tragedy are gone from the earth. The man who pushes the school bus off the railroad tracks with his semi-truck before the train hits---he was aborted. The co-pilot whose split-second decision pulls the plane above the mountain peak---was aborted. The teenager who tackles his gun-toting classmate before he has time to start shooting---he was also aborted. The baby who drowns in the bath- tub would have been watched by an older sister---but she was aborted. The madness of America is spiraling faster and faster and the results of results of results of abortion take root and spread like a darkness across the land. And compounding the tragedy is the loss of research, the loss of brainpower, the loss of spirit, and the gut- wrenching guilt. So we flounder, having lost the genius needed to find the cure for cancer and a host of maladies---the researcher who found the way to predict earthquakes, the genius who found a pre-impact repeller for cars, the musical genius who rivalled Beethoven, the young Olympian who held the world breathless with her grand feats in swimming. The subconscious loss we thus do not acknowledge has nevertheless cast a pall of death and a grieving sadness across this continent. When will we acknowledge and ask for forgiveness of the Creator of these lives we have spurned? Perhaps in His forgiveness, He will heal our sorrow and bless us yet with the genius and redemption we have lost. January 19, 1996 Scribe: Susanna |
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