As I sit in a Chicago airport awaiting my flight to take me to home and hearth, it is challenging to convey all that transpired this last week. Besides the storms that proceeded from the angry skies across America, we witnessed powerful storms of a spiritual and moral nature. First stop along our whirlwind tour to bring the Gospel of the Kingdom to the gates of hell was Jackson, Wyoming. If you read the last report sent out, you may be aware of the battle that raged in this wealthy community nestled amongst the mighty Teton Mountains.
There were seasoned veterans that have been involved in the battle for children, the souls of men and the future of America for decades. To the man and woman, all were shocked by the vile, violent, profane, vulgar, blasphemous, and murderous response we experienced as we called the city to account for shedding innocent blood. This bloody, perverse city boasted of their love and tolerance, as they mocked, threatened, cursed, and demonstrated the upmost disrespect for their fellow man.
The precious church that hosted us was vandalized. Six of our folks were nearly run over by angry motorists. If there is a blessing in heaven for being flipped off by the world, we were mightily blessed. From small children to aged adults, they researched creative ways to lift their middle finger to curse us. In this case, let it never be said that Jackson never lifted a finger in the cause of Christ and His little ones. Some folks used their hands as guns and mocked shooting us. Others put their fingers across their necks warning us that they would slit our throats, if possible. The basic boundaries for mutual respect were completely disregarded by the old and young alike. It was heartbreaking to behold.
To add insult to injury, the police department in a press statement thanked the community for their “kindness, patience, and tolerance” while we were there. They must live in an alternative universe. We were so stupefied by this comment; before we left out; we confronted the paper that printed it and the chief of police that made the statement. As we sought to set the record straight, they tried to explain it away. Reality, however, has a way of exposing delusions that assuage our guilty consciences. In essence, they thanked the community for not killing us.
In spite of the danger, God has friends in every city. We met some precious saints who were greatly emboldened by our witness as we contended for the faith in the midst of a city steeped in child killing, earth worship, paganism, witchcraft, New Age, and liberalism. Sadly, this deceived community is losing its children to a rash of suicides. Death is climbing into the windows of these multi-million dollar homes and devouring the remaining children who survived the American holocaust perpetrated by abortion (Jeremiah 9:21).
God is not mocked. We have sowed death in the womb and we are reaping death in our communities. God warned, “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because you have rejected knowledge, I will also reject you, that you shall be no priest to me: seeing you have forgotten the law of your God, I will also forget your children (Hosea 4:6).” Tragically, the Roe vs. Wade generation targeted for destruction was on full display in Jackson Wyoming. Rich parents, who throw money at their indulged children as a substitute for love, faith and discipline, were suffering the loss of their posterity. We grieve for the forsaken generation that Satan is devouring under our watch. God have mercy on us!
We did have powerful opportunities to preach, witness, and share the love and truth of Christ with many. On the final day of our Christian, pro-life outreach, we came to the town square. They were having their annual Elk Festival. People come from all over to purchase antlers sponsored by the Boys Scouts. We promised the police we would not bring the graphic pictures in the vicinity of the children. Apparently, they did not trust our word and petitioned a judge to issue a temporary restraining order against us. We kept our word in spite of their handling of the situation. Two of our men, Chet Gallagher, our police liaison, and Pastor Mark Holick, who led the event, were arrested at this event. Their crime despite the order was publicly preaching God’s word and handing out pro-life tracts void of graphic pictures.
The crowds jeered and cheered as they were hauled away to jail. Brother Ante was so broken hearted and outraged by the tyranny and ignorance on display; he brought forth a powerful rebuke that shut their mouths. He called them a foolish people that jeer while our rights as American citizens are being trampled upon. “It may be us today, but it will be you tomorrow” he warned. He then challenged the men, “How many of you men would go to jail for what you believe?” Not a soul answered.
Brother Flip Benham called upon me to give the benediction. My heart burst for our beleaguered nation. As the cry to heaven went forth, some of our folks got on their knees, lifted their hands to heaven, and gave a hearty amen. Surprisingly, Ante and I were not arrested. Why they arrested the others and not us, the court case will have to reveal.
Our next stop was Chicago, IL. In the windy city, we met up with Michael Marcavage, Director of Repent America and Missionaries to the Preborn. Our flight into Chicago from Jackson, Wyoming was delayed about five times. Instead of arriving at 7 PM, we came dragging into Chicago at 3 AM. No rest for the weary. We were up bright and early to address the shareholder’s meeting sponsored by Stericycle.
We had saints set up outside the hotel with banners, signs, and literature that exposed Stericyle’s complicity in the American holocaust, while two truth trucks took the message to the hyways and byways. Inside the hotel, we had saints trying to mingle, pass out brochures, and ask the shareholders to convince Stericycle to quit propping up the abortion industry. By their disposing and incinerating the precious remains of children, they indirectly feed the beast devouring God’s image bearers. The principle we sought to communicate was, if Stericycle would refuse to dispose of God’s babies, the abortion industry would be in a bind to kill God’s babies. Those shareholders we did address gave us a typical response with this company’s complicity with child killing, “If we don’t do it, someone else will.” There you have it. Profit is more important than godly principles and America wonders why our economy is in ruins.
At one point, I asked the guard, if we could have a moment with the CEO, Mark Miller. He told me, “not possible.” A little time passed and Mike Warren from Rochester, NY handed a brochure to one of the shareholders. The security guard pounced upon him. When we inquired who he was, a security guard, hotel detective, or police officer, he refused to answer. He only responded that freedom of speech was outside. As we tried to gain clarification, I tried to address some of the shareholders meandering out in the hallway. Once again, the security guard pounced. This time, however, he used a strong-arm tactic. As he physically escorted me to the elevator, he confessed, “I’m a Chicago police officer and a Catholic. I’m conflicted.” I told him, “This company is complicit with evil that is destroying our nation. We all must repent of our complicity and complacency.”
We went outside and preached God’s word with the help of amplification. Some came out of the hotel as we exposed the unfruitful works of darkness, called Stericycle to repentance, and preached the Gospel of the Kingdom to those who know not the Lord and His amazing grace.
From there, we traveled to the CEO’s home. We set up our banner and passed out about a hundred letters with brochures to his neighbors. One of our men actually got the information to Mark Miller’s mother. She promised to give it to her son. Perhaps, God will use his mother to convince him to honor the Lord and do what is right.
There was no small stir. Five police cars came. Michael Marcavage’s car broke down. Meanwhile, Flip Benham and I went to Mr. Miller’s door. We knocked and nobody answered. Flip prayed for him and his family as we left the information at his door.
The next day in the pouring rain we showed up at Stericycle’s corporate headquarters. We set up our banner, tried to pass out literature, and preach God’s warning to them. James 5:1-6 was the fitting word proclaimed:
Go to now, you rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come on you. Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver is corroded; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. You have heaped treasure together for the last days. Behold, the hire of the laborers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, cries: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth. You have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; you have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter. You have condemned and killed the just; and he does not resist you.
Their profits from blood money are the evidence that will condemn them in the end. May they repent and turn to the Lord for forgiveness of sins and a new way of doing a God honoring business. Those who honor God, He will honor, but to those who are cunning and shrewd, God will show Himself shrewd (2 Samuel 22:27). Look for Stericycle’s stock to sink until they say “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!”