The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty

When I went out to the city gate and took my seat in the public square, the young men saw me and withdrew, and the old men rose to their feet. Job 29:8

THE CALL: TO BE A WHISTLEBLOWER: TO BE A SON OF THUNDER:

WILL YOU TAKE YOUR SEAT AT THE GATE?

PART TWO

It was 2005; the LORD sent me to Charleston, South Carolina. A local assembly was hosting a conference.  I packed my bags and began the journey south. The ACME Thunderer whistle housed within a zipper pocket deep inside my purse.

On the last day of the three-day conference, I was invited to join the intercessors who prayed each day before the services began.

A  hazy yellow light enveloped a circle of empty chairs which had been placed in the middle of a small square room. One by one the empty seats were finally filled with- a company of women. Two women came in just as the door was being closed for prayer; they sat down facing me in the circle.  One of the women was slight of build with bright eyes that brimmed with fire -combustible.

Towards the end of the prayer time, this same woman was asked to share about her recent trip. She told us that she had just returned from Ireland. She began to share a scripture from the book of Job about clapping and whistling the wicked out of their places.

“Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss (whistle) him out of his place.” Job 27:23

“I think we ought to just do it!” someone shouted.

The scripture was read- then prayed. Suddenly all of the intercessors began to clap their hands and whistle. The clapping was loud and strong, but the whistling was not. As I was taking it all in the LORD reminded me of the ACME Thunderer hidden deep within my purse.

“Take it out now!” the LORD said. “Take it out NOW!”

I reached down for my purse, unzipped the pocket and took the whistle out. The silver glistened in the hazy light. It was swinging on the end of a long black lanyard.

“I have a whistle; I have a whistle?” I lifted the whistle up above my head.

The lady from Ireland put both hands on her knees leaned forward with a huge grin and proclaimed,

“Well get up, girl! Get up! Blow it, girl! Blow it, girl! Blow it!”

With that exclamation, she jumped up out of her chair; she began to clap her hands violently with joy.

At the sound of the whistle, the entire room exploded in prayer and praise.

The tears streamed down my face once again as I blew the Thunderer as a prayer for all who needed deliverance out of the hands of the wicked. I remembered the crossroads; the hard red bricks; the woman’s eyes of desolation.

I also remembered the unexpected call about the wicked being exposed and apprehended.

The Bible tells us that there is a  SOUND OF DELIVERANCE. In Psalm 89:15 it is written: “Blessed is the people that know the JOYFUL SOUND: they shall walk, O LORD, in the LIGHT of THY COUNTENANCE.”

The word “joyful” means literally “blowing, loud noise, a blast, a war cry, a cry with applause- a signal for war“. The “joyful sound” is the SOUND of the LORD’s DELIVERANCE.

The word “hiss” in Job 29:23  means literally, “to hiss, whistle, pipe- as a signal”.

In Job 29, Job recounts the days when he “took his seat in the Gate”.  

“The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: 

Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow’s heart to sing for joy.

 I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: my judgment was as a robe and a diadem.

 I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame. I was a father to the poor: and the cause which I knew not I searched out. 

And I brake the jaws of the wicked, and plucked the spoil out of his teeth.”

If silence is complicity, can we be silent anymore?

In Tuam, Ireland 800 mass graves of babies and young children were uncovered. These children died at the hands of those who said they were of GOD.

“More than five decades after the Home was closed and destroyed — where a housing development and children’s playground now stands — what happened to nearly 800 of those abandoned children has perhaps now emerged: …forgotten, with neither gravestones nor coffins. ” (June 3, 2014: Terrance McCoy)

The abuse and trafficking of children is a devastating reality in our times. It is not just the outlying unbelievers and pagans, but just as in Josiah’s time this sin is rampant in God’s House among many who call themselves His ordained leadership.

If silence is complicity, how can we continue to name the Name of JESUS and keep silent anymore?

Will you take your seat at the Gate? Will you be a Whistleblower? Will you be a Son of Thunder?

“Silence in the face of evil is itself evil”- “God will not hold us guiltless”.-
“Not to speak is to speak”.-
“Not to act is to act”.
Attributed to Dietrich Bonhoeffer.

On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. 

Then said he unto the disciples, It is impossible but that offences will come: but woe unto him, through whom they come! It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones  

Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and shew my people their transgression, and the house of Jacob their sins. Isaiah 58:1

WILL YOU BE A WHISTLEBLOWER?  WILL YOU BE A SON OF THUNDER?

Part One

The morning of Memorial Day, Monday, May 31, 2004, I sat on the side of my bed. The entire night had been fitful.  I was exhausted.  A magazine cover caught my eye.  I picked it up. It opened to a page with a photo of a young woman standing in front of an institutional type red brick building; her profile was stark, disturbed and forlorn. To my horror, the article was about 76 children that had been abused by priests over four decades. I sat in sickened silence. staring at the bleak figure framed by the hard red bricks.

The LORD spoke to me and said, “I need you to get a whistle”.

“But I don’t have a whistle, LORD. Where will I get one?”

“Ask your husband.” the LORD replied.

I heard my husband heading out the door for work and shouted at him, “Hey, I need a whistle! Do you have one? ”

“Yes, I do. I will leave it on the kitchen counter for you,” his voice echoed back down the hall.

The whistle lying on the counter was silver. When I picked it up the florescent kitchen light flashed against the metal. It read: The ACME Thunderer MADE IN ENGLAND. Then the LORD said,

“I want you to blow the whistle on all the child molesters and pedophiles. I want you to do it today.” I picked up the whistle and headed out the door.

The LORD directed me to a particular crossroads. I did not know it at that time but later learned that it is the logistic center of the county. A dilapidated cinder block building stood where a once thriving filling station had been.  After parking the car I had to wait for the traffic to clear.  Other than the old station, the crossroads bordered woods and open fields. There was a man across from the old station out in a field feeding his goats.  He looked up once or twice when traffic passed.

The LORD had instructed me to stand in the center of the crossroads to blow the whistle.

I prayed,  “LORD, please clear the way for me to do this.”  As soon as the traffic cleared I walked to the center of the crossroads.

For some reason, my gaze was southward and then upward toward the heavens.  I remember looking down at the ground. I remembered the red brick building. I remembered the stark young woman. I gripped the whistle in my right hand.

As I stood there praying a deep unspeakable anguish overtook my heart. I could hear the cries of innocents; the muffled screams of little children.

“Save the children, Father God. Save the children! Save them out of the hands of the wicked wherever they are LORD! Only YOU can do it! Let this whistle be heard in heaven and in the earth in JESUS NAME. Breakthrough for the children, LORD! Breakthrough!” I could not stop blowing the whistle. I could not stop the river of tears streaming down my face.

Miraculously no traffic interrupted that time of prayer.

About thirty days later I received an unexpected call from a close friend.

“You won’t believe what happened!” she said.  “You know that crossroads where the LORD told you to blow that whistle? Well! What you don’t know is this!  Listen, within walking distance of that crossroads where you were the SBI and the local authorities busted a child pornography ring. The man was sentenced to prison!”

His last name was the name of the crossroads and the old store where I had parked.

October 5, 2016; I was walking one morning when the LORD spoke to me suddenly again.

“I hate Chemosh! I hate Chemosh!” At the moment that the LORD spoke this to me I saw a chariot of fire in the heavens and I felt the fury of the LORD. I hurried home to search out who this was.

Chemosh was the pagan god of child molesting worshiped alongside Molech the god of child sacrifice. When Solomon was King because his heart was turned away from the LORD by pagan wives (unholy alliances), he began to build pagan temples. He built temples to both Chemosh and to Molech. The mountain where the Israelites sacrificed their children was named The Mount of Corruption or literally, The Mount of Offense or Desecration. These sins were not just being committed by the outlying pagans. These sins against children were being committed by God’s own people.

The scripture says that when King Josiah cleansed the Temple he also destroyed these pagan idolatrous sites. Josiah had to start in GOD’s House FIRST.

And he brought out the grove from the house of the LORD, without Jerusalem, unto the brook Kidron, and burned it at the brook Kidron, and stamped it small to powder, and cast the powder thereof upon the graves of the children of the people.  2 Kings 23:6

Please note: Josiah cast the powder upon the graves of the “children” of the people.

And the high places that were before Jerusalem, which were on the right hand of the mount of corruption, which Solomon the king of Israel had builded for Ashtoreth the abomination of the Zidonians, and for Chemosh the abomination of the Moabites, and for Milcom the abomination of the children of Ammon, did the king defile.  2 Kings 23:13

JESUS said:

Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven. Matthew 18:10