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By Rev. Lainie Dowell
On Friday, November 18, 2011, 12:42 A.M. Est, I woke up with a story to tell. Hear me well.
When I awoke, it was still night -- no light. So I got up to write. I had a conversation with Mrs. Coretta Scott King, a woman I had never met spoke to me in a dream. I cannot forget. We had a conversation, she and I. And that moment lingers yet. It so happens that every word is true, and I will share this meeting with you.
I had a dream. I do not recall the time, place, occasion, or assemblage. But, somehow, I ended up at that meeting when suddenly I was standing near Mrs. Coretta Scott King. She was standing straight and tall by the wall. She wore red. We had no words. From behind her, I placed a book on a table nearby, as I stood to hear. What? I did not know. There were other people in the room, and I felt secretly proud to be there among them, myself.
After a few moments of silence between us, she spoke. We had a conversation, Mrs. King and I. She looked over and asked me about the book I had placed on the table. She picked it up. She was curious about its content. When, I told her I had written it, because I wanted to know more about her family, she asked me if it was on the Best Seller List. We laughed when I told her, "Best Seller List?" "Its not on any list." And, when she repeated that, it was so funny that we laughed.(I'm still laughing) I could see out of the corner of my eye that some of the people standing nearby were looking on, as she and I talked.
And, as Mrs. King lightly thumbed through the pages of my book, I heard The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. speak in a gruff, booming voice! And, the following is what he had to say.
Some meant well. May even be well-meaning. Yet, they are leading my people to Hell. Run and tell! America is strong, and she is God's throng.
I listened intently as his voice rang all through my ears and my spirit. And, I heard him say,
Black folk, I'm alive!!!I slap my thigh! That's why I died. Just to let you know I told you so.I went to the Mountain of God!!! He met me there. He spoke. We spoke. I listened. I wrote. I been to the Mountain of God!!! God is that Mountain full of truth, light, peace, hope, love, life. Mighty is He. And all of the many attempts to discount Him and to stamp out His presence shall not prevail.
Listen! It's my time to rail!!! Will you never learn? No civil right will ever comport with civil wrong. Oh the harm!
Why would I die, if not to finally make a change in the way America bleeds? Yes. And, thanks be to God, our America leads. And, like Christ Jesus, my beloved Father, my blood, too, was spilled. And I must have volunteered to give it up, because "I wanted to live a long life," as I said. I had a wife and four precious children. I loved life. Why would I voluntarily die? I was just hitting my stride. And peace was in my eye --not the pieces that followed my funeral bier. Not this broken nation created by a lost and broken generation who refuse to listen to Christ the reason for my life -- and theirs, too.
My Lord - my Lord - my Lord!, Dr. King sighed, Is this the Tempters snare that has jumped in there and everywhere? Don't these people even care that their destination is to Hell? And that is nowhere even near to the Mountaintop. People stop! Look around and see my frown. My God is not pleased. Turn around and hit your knees to the ground!
What does it take? Did you do it for Christ's sake? Would you do it for mine? What does it take, for goodness sake?! What will it take for you to wake?!
The cleansing power of my God's hand did not elude any woman, child, or man. And, even though they ran away from God as fast as they could, He stands ready to forgive and take them back, if only return to Him they would.
I could hear the agony come from deep within Dr. King's voice, as he went on to state --
People tend to forget that I was a Preacher. They treat me as if I was somebody created by them! What?! Their puny minds are never to be compared to my God's Wisdom of the Ages. I am His and He is mine. Listen to me! Hear my plea!
Then I heard another voice begin. And this is what came in ---
Oh my children. Walk no further in the wicked path of sin. Harken unto my voice, and I will take you in. Grab hold of this last rhyme. Test me not again. For, the next time you climb into the abhorrence in my eye and there abide, you shall see my mighty hand descend and shove you aside.
Martin - Take heart. No more shall they skate and slide. Let God abide. Let God abide. Let God abide. And, thereafter, I heard Martin as he cried. And I cried along with him. And, then I woke.
And, when I woke, I understood. And now I pray that you would understand as well -- that America stands by God's grace alone, and that our God shall never leave her nor Israel on their own.
To some this may have neither reason nor rhyme, but its my story and I am sticking to it for all time, because dreams tend to warn people who never take the time to dream or, at least, to recall them in the light of day. So, to Americans of all colors, creeds, origins, gender (male and female), I say, take heed. God is taking this nation back to conservative societal values, morals, mores, which is to say -- Back to Him and this, our Judeo-Christian heritage!
2012 is the Year of Conservatives! So declared and decreed by the prophetic voice of the Lord God from out of Zion. A brand new season awaits all who love God, family, country. Watch! For it shall surely come to pass. And, we join together to continue to openly pray it so in Jesus' name. Amen.
Shake and quake and forsake it, if you dare, but my God has so declared that, if you do, Hell has written your name on the furnace door. For you shall mock our God no more!
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Funeral Bier -- I wanted to check the spelling at Merriam-Webster site and they did not even have it in the dictionary. So I checked via Google and found an illustration of it here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Funeral_bier.JPG .
This is important, because our nation has come so far from God that they have no reverence for even death in our midst. And everybody dies. They do not know about mourning or wearing black or missing the deceased. They do not know about crepes hanging on the draped front door or folk lying in draped caskets inside the darkened family parlors. They don't remember the weeping and waiting and wailing hearts broken at the loss of loved ones. They don't know about widows and widowers and orphans. They don't know about grave sites beyond going the last mile of the way. Too many of our youth today do not know God, Family Genealogy, or American History. Shame on the children of our wombs who have grown up and rubbed out so much of all that this nation and our elders fought and died to preserve. And, who will tell them, if we won't? And, shame on us, if we don't tell them and demand that they listen!
/s/
Reverend LED Dowell, Five-Fold Minister
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