my understanding of this message. I believe it means that whatever you are facing is coming much sooner, and the video message from the Sheik is a mere deception to get your eyes off what must be done. Whatever it is, it cannot be done apart from God.
“I am so thankful that you have called our country to stand before the Lord tomorrow to confess wrongs and seek forgiveness. I believe that the response of the people to your call will determine the ultimate outcome of what you face. America must choose whose side it is on.”
“You are correct on all points,” the president agreed. “It is much worse than you know. We are learning more daily, but without God’s intervention we cannot possibly be prepared to confront the coming attack with any real hope of eliminating the threat.”
“How do the verses fit into the message?”
“The first passage is addressed to me,” the Bookseller answered. “They are saying that I am God’s watchman and must warn the people and dissuade them from their evil ways. If I don’t warn them, their blood will be on my hands. Obviously, I have not yet said or done all that the Lord intends, and the peoples’ response clearly indicates that they have not yet heard and understood. I believe the other two verses are for you.”
“What do they mean?” the president asked.
“They are warnings God gave through the prophet Jeremiah regarding those who proclaimed not the truth, but what they wanted to be the truth. The first is directed against those who falsely declare peace; peace when there is no peace. The second is chilling. It recognizes that we all want peace, but what we face is terror. It reads, “We hoped for peace but no good has come, for a time of healing but there was only terror.”
“I could have gone all day without hearing that one,” the president answered. “I know it’s true, but oh, how I wish it weren’t.” Pausing to consider the magnitude of what he had just heard, the president shook his head. Janet got up and walked behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders.
“Mr. White,” he said, looking up, “tomorrow we will be holding our service in the East Room of the White House. Would you please come back with us to Washington and lead that time? You could fly back with us after this afternoon’s service, and we will make arrangements for your return. You can bring your wife and your young friend. I strongly believe that this is what God intends.”
“Give me a little time to pray about it, Mr. President. I certainly don’t feel that I am needed, as you are the one God has used to call for this time, but if that is His plan I will certainly come.
“Would it be possible for us to travel separately if we go? I don’t want to become a political character, and I don’t want you to be saddled with me as you stand to address the threat to the country,” the Bookseller replied.
“You don’t understand, Mr. White. I don’t care about politics anymore. There is no time for that. Unless God reveals the intimate details of the plans for the attack against America, there very well may not be another election. I am trying to walk in obedience to God for the good of this nation and to honor Him. Frankly, I would covet some time with you on the flight to let you know where we are and what we need you and others to pray for specifically. We have room for all of you at the White House for tonight. Please come.”
“Mr. President, we will,” he responded. “I know that it is God’s will that I learn how to intentionally pray for what we face so I can be effective and tell others. Had you said anything else, I don’t believe I would have agreed to come, but prayer is the only weapon we have that can overcome this enemy.
“I assume you know about the Together We Pray website and the miracle of tongues that we have heard is occurring throughout the world?”
“No, tell me!” the president responded. With great excitement, the Bookseller shared how God had provided a vehicle to communicate with believers around the world.
“Can believers respond to the website?” the president asked, equally excited.
“We don’t really know how to do that,” the Bookseller answered. “We are actually really primitive in computer skills. This website is solely a work of the Lord.”
“I know who can do that,” David Barnes jumped in. “Darrell Reed. He could do that in his sleep.”
“Well, wake him up,” the president directed, “and get him to whoever is in charge of this website. If believers who have been praying were also to pray for God to reveal activities or people connected with the plan, God might open their eyes and use this as a means to reveal the danger and enable us to overcome.”
“Yes, but be very careful,” the Bookseller warned with unusual bluntness. “God has been using this website to unite believers around the world in the call for America to make a decision to repent and be on the Lord’s side. It is not an intelligence effort, and if it is misused or even used for the wrong purpose, we will lose even what we have. Please don’t change your focus. Tomorrow remains the key to having God provide the answer, however it is to be provided.”
“I do understand,” the president responded respectfully, “but I believe that God may have made this website available for many reasons beyond what we now know, and that when He has accomplished what He desires, it will no longer be available. This may be part of His plan.”
“You may be right,” the Bookseller answered. “God always moves in ways that man cannot duplicate and take credit for themselves. It is always something that only He can do or can enable a person to do.”
“Mr. White, David, and Darrell are real believers. You can trust them. I will put David in charge from the government side, and he will coordinate with Darrell to get the site changed so that communication can be both ways if the others agree.”
“I need to get back, sir, and pack and prepare for today’s service,” the Bookseller said. “I will need some way to communicate with you or whoever you want me to communicate with.”
The president took a card and wrote down the number of the secured phone that never left his presence. “Here, Mr. White,” he said, handing the card to the Bookseller. “You can reach me on that number any time of the day or night. Use it. I will always take your call.”
“If you don’t mind, I am going to have David go back with you to meet with your friends about the website so that he can coordinate with Darrell and get that up and running as soon as possible — that is, if they agree it is what God would have them do.”
“That is a good idea, Mr. President. It is imperative that someone who knows what would be involved comes and explains it to the group.”
“I have one last request before you leave,” the president said. “May we pray together?” Without question, everyone stood, took hands and formed a circle, and began to pray.
Susan’s Note
Arriving at the rent house, Sally Johnson and Pete Samson forced open the door and entered what was obviously another crime scene. What they saw was reminiscent of what Special Agent Andy Samuels and his FBI strike force had encountered when they stepped into Farsi’s house, only five times worse. It appeared to be a slaughterhouse that had been stripped of anything that could provide knowledge of who lived there or what they had been doing.
“I’m calling forensics,” Samson said. “There is nothing obvious here. Maybe they can find something.”
“While
