The Call
July 27th 2007 17:07
Michael, Chase, my mother, and I arrived an hour before the doors to the stadium opened. When we went inside (which was another hour before TheCall officially began) there was a praise and worship band going strong on the stage. We worshiped God for an hour. It didn’t seem long enough.
When TheCall started, Lou Engle stated that he wanted to do everything in order. He said the best way to enter God’s courts was with a cleansed heart. We repented for ourselves, and then he brought on a panel of people.
Standing in the gap for the nation, a U.S. Senator repented of corruption in every aspect of the government. He asked God to forgive politicians as he stood in the gap, and for us to forgive them as well. After that, he stood for the nation as he repented to the Native Americans on how we, as a nation, took advantage of them and took their land. The Chief, for the Native Americans, forgave the US and blessed it, saying that we will go hand in hand to a new future to serve the Great Spirit, who is Father God, in Jesus Name.
The senator did the same with an African American preacher standing in the gap for his race, who forgave us and blessed us. The senator did the same with Hispanics, and a preacher representing them forgave us and blessed us. The same occurred with an Asian preacher. We were wiping the slate clean.
A ten year old prayed to God for forgive and have mercy on the children of America. She cried out for mercy on disobedience and prayed that parents would seek His face to become the parents and role models children need. She repented of not heeding her parents’ voices on behalf of the children.
A teenager cried out for mercy on her generation and repented of rebellion. She repented of misrepresenting God to her generation, and for not seeking Him.
Then Lou Engle brought on Dr. Patty. She stood and wept for a good time before she stated that she had performed over 400 abortions for Planned Parenthood. She cried out to God to forgive her ignorance, and begged for his forgiveness as she stood in the gap for abortion doctors and their ignorance.
Then we repented as a nation for not seeking God, for removing Him from our schools, for watering down His Word, and leaving Him behind. We repented for crying out to Him only when things were bad in our lives. We repented for not clinging to Him. We repented of bad mouthing people in authority, no matter where they sit. We repented for the heavy sighs, the rolling of the eyes, for our rebellion as a nation.
After that, we praised and worshiped God for about an hour and a half. It was awesome. The presence was thick. Then we made our petitions of Him…for our nation, for our leaders, to end abortion. We did this for an hour.
We praised and worshipped again for another hour or so. I admit, I lost track of time every time we would worship Him, so the timing may not be completely accurate.
At one point, we put red tape with the words LIFE over our mouths as a declaration that we would not keep silent during the silent genocide of aborted babies. We stood in silence for 5-10 minutes I believe. Again, we prayed to God to help us to stop these horrific acts.
The real party began around 7:30 or 8:00pm. We knew God had heard us and was pleased with our hearts, so in faith, we praised and thanked Him for hearing and answering us. We worshipped and Lou Engle stated that we needed to intercess for our local churches and pastors. The boys, my mother, and I lifted up our local church. We declared and decreed that there was an open heaven over it, that there was liberty for all works of the Holy Spirit to manifest there. We covered our local church and pastors in the Blood of Jesus and declared that miracles will happen in and through the church and its members.
After intercessing, we began worshipping God again. And it was so easy and free. We celebrated hard. It was an outrageous victory party.
Lou Engle said there was an anointing for singers and musicians and writers and had us stand. He said that there was a new anointing on our talents and that God would use us mightily. I felt slingshoted to a new level.
At 9:50pm, there was a procession of men carrying shofars. They represented every nation that was residing in the US. We were told that it was time to make a declaration that we were here and weren’t going anywhere, no matter what the devil threw at us; that God is all we need and that we are victorious. They would blow the shofar in unison, and we would give a victory shout. We did this seven times. The last time, the final shout, lasted at least five minutes. I can understand now how the walls could fall at Jericho. As I shouted a war cry from deep within my soul, I heard the voices of countless angels along with us.
I guess something broke in me that day, or was rekindled. I had always had a desire to serve, to know God, but there is something new in me. I can’t put my finger on it other than to say it’s a fire.
You know it was funny, the boys at one point, were watching people pass us with funnel cakes and hot dogs (I guess the stadium has to provide food in case there are diabetics, etc). They asked at once point if they could have some. I told them that we were fasting for God, and that it was a sacrifice they would be glad they made. Around 8pm Chase asked if we could go. We had been there 12 hours and he was tired. I told him no, that it was over at 10pm and we could go the distance for God, and that both of them would be glad they did.
The next day at church they both said it was easy to worship. I told them they helped make that happen. They both were very proud to have been used by God. I don’t know if proud is the correct word for it, but they walked away with more in them. They later thanked me for not letting them get food, and for not leaving early.
It was an amazing experience, and I am so grateful that God brought TheCall to Nashville so we could attend.
I was disheartened at first. I thought surely there would be thousands of people that would flock to cry out to God but the stadium never did fill up. I was very sad about that until God spoke to me and told me that He doesn’t look for numbers, He looks for hearts and that He was well pleased. There’s always a remnant; a church within a church, He told me.
I’ll always be so grateful I got to go, because for a sliver of time I was completely abandoned to him, with no cares, no worries, no kids interrupting me, not to petition Him, but to love Him and thank Him for everything, to spend time in His presence. It was an oasis filled with water and life for me. Time didn’t matter. And I loved it.
And I wanted to add a final note: Some of the people who attended were people who had had abortions in the past. There was no judgement, only love. They had cried out to God, and although they had commited a terrible act, forgiveness was found through the loving arms of Christ as they repented. They were swarmed with the loving hugs of people around them who were grateful they had come to God. No judgement from man. Only healing and love was found. These people had beaten themselves up enough. It was a magnificent experience, and I would go back in a heartbeat. It's easy to come to God. The easiest thing in the world.
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