The numerical series 11.11.11 received much attention. Of course, this is just one of countless numerical configurations that point to the truth of the Intelligent Designer of all Creation including the universe as we are discovering it. Actually, 11.11.11 is more powerful that 9.11 which traumatized and confounded the world for almost a decade.
In the unfolding saga of the greatness of Almighty God, the truthful power of Jesus Christ the Son of God and the Awesome Mystery of the Holy Spirit of God, there was a sign, a convergence in Detroit, Michigan for 24 hours on 11.11.11. Yours truly was there as a witness.
The theme of THE CALL DETROIT 11.11.11 was all about Occupy the Kingdom of God and let GOD’s Son Jesus be revealed in the earth. It turned out to be an incredible repentance and forgiveness; for racism, sexually immorality, abortion; shedding of innocent blood including gang violence. We prayed for America, for governments, families, loved ones, strangers, healing, and so much more… Goodness, you had to be there. Maybe GOD TV will re-air it.
When an ex-Muslim terrorist kneeled before his Jewish brother in Christ and repented for the ancient tribal war of Ishmael and Isaac, the crowd was amazed and fell into deep worship of GOD. When the tribes of the globe mutually repented for sins of racism to each other, the healing deepened. When the truth about abortion was revealed, when fathers repented to the mothers of the aborted children, when the wounded women repented and held up our heads free from shame, the healing mercy of GOD washed us all.
When the revelation of the always living, never dying DNA and RNA of THE BLOOD OF JESUS was released in the meeting, we all sang THE BLOOD THAT JESUS SHED FOR ME WILL NEVER LOOSE ITS POWER. That old traditional hymn became a NEW SONG!
Again, you had to be there—but then again, you didn’t. There was much released into the atmosphere, causing the Praying Church, the Worshipping and Praying Church to rise to a new level. The impact is permanent and universal.
Below is the text of remarks from the meeting:
Dr. Alveda King
Remarks at THE CALL DETROIT: 11/11/11
November 12, 2011
Dear Heavenly Father, it’s us. We, Your people who are called by Your Name. Wash us in the Blood of Your Dear and Precious Son, Jesus in Whom You are well pleased. Guide us by the Power of Your Holy Spirit to humble ourselves and pray, and seek Your face that we and our land may be healed. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.
First, let’s revisit a little history, going back even before the 300 terrible years of the Willie Lynch Saga, which we all know is about the dark time of racism and slavery in America. Let’s go back even further to visit a man named Jacob. His great-grandfather Abraham is the ancient Father of Many Nations. Joseph’s grandfather Isaac sowed in times of famine and became a very rich man. Joseph’s father Jacob wrestled with the angel of GOD and his name was changed to Israel. Anyway, a spirit of miscommunication caused spirits of jealousy, greed, murder and slavery to be released into Joseph’s life. His brothers – who by the way were the same color as he was, so slavery isn’t just about skin color- Jacob’s brothers threw him into a pit and Joseph became a slave and later by the grace of God, he became a liberator.
And then there was Moses, a Hebrew baby who was adopted by an Egyptian Princess. The brown Hebrew nation was oppressed by the brown rulers of Egypt. God raised up Moses to be the voice of liberation for His “chosen people.”
Then there is Africa of a more modern day, which found the same brown skinned descendents of Abraham, Isaac, Israel and Joseph in bondage for hundreds of years, still singing the freedom Bible songs, GO DOWN MOSES, JOSHUA FIT THE BATTLE OF JERICO… They were still singing THE LORD’S SONGS in a strange land – Africa.
Again, brown-now-black skinned people sold the FREEDOM SINGERS to another land, this time to people with pink and beige skin, called Caucasians. The slaves were transported to a land called America and met the Willie Lynch slave system, and Jim Crow and a host of horrors.
Today, we are gathered together, and we are still singing the Bible Freedom songs, which you will hear at THE CALL DETROIT 11.11.11
Today, as human beings, many of us have lived in two centuries. We have experienced the presence of Almighty God across the ages. In the 20th Century, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was called as a modern day Moses to lead a spiritual movement that would be historically labeled as the Civil Rights Movement of the 20th Century. The hub of the 20th Century Movement was in Birmingham, Alabama. Called the “Sons of Thunder,” my father, Rev. A. D. King is brother to Martin. They have been compared to John and Robert Kennedy in that they both gave their lives as Freedom Fighters. Both men love the Lord, and they live in heaven together today.
Uncle M. L., Daddy, and their earthly father, Daddy King were preachers of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. They were Freedom Fighters, and they were also Pro-Life Warriors. Daddy King rescued me from abortion in 1950. You can read the story in my book: HOW CAN THE DREAM SURVIVE IF WE MURDER THE CHILDREN?
Even though I had two secret abortions in the nineteen sixties and seventies, and a miscarriage due to the ravages of sin and secrets, God did not give up on me. In the mid-nineteen seventies, Daddy King and the father of the fifth child I was carrying convinced me spiritually, scientifically, medically and socially that the baby in my womb was truly a human being entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
In 1983, I gave my life to Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, and in the 1990’s became a “Voice for Life,” working today with Priests for Life Ministries.
Last night, I met a young woman who sat on the knee of Daddy King when she was 2 years old. She is 32 years old today. She shared with me that she was slated for abortion, and her father and mother let her live. Daddy King said she would have a spiritual destiny, and that her life would help many people.
You see, Daddy King, like his sons M. L. and A. D. and like many in our family, was a prophet. All those years ago when my mother wanted to abort me, Daddy King told her: “No. They are lying to you. She is not a lump of flesh. She is a little girl, with bright skin and bright red hair. She will be a blessing to many.” So you see, this little girl who is part Irish, part African and part Native American is standing before you today to bear witness of Acts 17:26, that of One Blood, God made all people to live on earth in a Beloved Community, and one day, to live in Eternity with Him. So we are one human race, not separate races. Racism is the spawn of a divisive lie. We are one human family in need of the Blood of Jesus!
Amos 5:24 says: But let justice roll down like waters And righteousness like an ever-flowing stream. My Uncle ML quoted that in his MOUNTAINTOP speech. He had a dream that we would all be free one day. Our prayers today are for repentance and freedom. For all human beings, from conception until natural death.
As Dr. Levonne Yuille, the Father of the Black Pro-Life Movement of the late 20th Century prepares to come to you, please allow me to say that I am Dr. Alveda King. I too have a dream. It is in my genes.
Here in Detroit, Michigan, a focal point of the 21st Century Civil Rights Movement, we lift up the banner of JESUS, coming against the lie of abortion, eugenics, genocide, euthanasia, and all that would destroy abundant life that our Lord and Master Jesus promises us. We bind murder in the womb, we bind sexual immorality, we bind idolatry. We chose Life In Jesus’ Name!
Friends, we are standing at the river. Justice and Righteousness flow together at the ford before us. For some the crossing is shallow, for some the crossing is deep. There is a river whose streams make glad the people of God. Agape Love is the bridge across the rushing streams. Let us launch out into the deep without fear. The freedom rides of the 20th Century meet the pro-life freedom rides of the 21st Century. The witness of the Dreamer Joseph of the ancient Bible days, the witness of the Prophet Moses of those times, the witness of the Sons of Thunder and all the beloved apostles of the early century all are with us today in the cloud of Heavenly worshipers. We gathered here and across the globe join together at this THE CALL DETROIT, 11/11/11. We Occupy this Planet today in our prayers. We resist the forces of darkness that try to wrest the knowledge of our Kingdom Inheritance from us. We resist their violent attacks against the Kingdom of our Heavenly Father. Their force must bend, bow and break before the Power of Almighty God! We draw near to God. We resist the devil. Flee Satan! As Jesus teaches us, by the Power of God’s Holy Spirit, and the ministry of the Holy Angels of God, we Occupy Until Jesus comes!
Loose the sound of true worship! Let the sound of the worship of the people who love the Lord fill the atmosphere, drowning out the ancient songs of the enemy that have once ruled this place.
Father, we give you all the glory, all the honor and all the praise. In Jesus Name. Amen
Poetry by Alveda King
Ripples (In Time and Space)
Libations, fluids rippling on the sands bringing time and space together; Bringing souls and spirits together… pebbles on the water, water making ripples,
Ripples in time.
“Behold I show you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump;
For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised
And we shall be changed.”
Libations, shadows rippling on the sand
The earth beneath my feet changes from my dark and musky
Mother, becoming red and alien, harsh,
As the waters ripple and the great ship rolls.
I am carried away from my familiar jungle of fruits and passion flowers, wild animal friends and even wilder beasts;
Four legged animals, predators and yet, magnificent creations of God, with skins and furs …and fangs.
Yet, change carries us over waters that no longer
The water becomes an awesome, rolling jungle of waves
That carries us on in the Middle Passage
Washing us away from our home ground to a new land of tears and sorrow,
Our newfound home in a new world.
And yet, wherever we were bought,
Beaten and scattered, over continents and islands,
New blood was added to our veins; and yet the Blood of our Motherland remained,
True and deep.
In our new world, we learned to harvest new crops;
Some not quite so different from our jungle fruits and vegetation.
We tamed fields of cotton and tobacco
Even as our wild, free spirits were tamed by the new predator; Two-legged beasts, still creatures of God, yet not quite so magnificent in their borrowed skins and furs. But still their fangs, though changed Remain deadly.
The libations continue
The spirits that were summoned bring new birth to memories
Reflections of time itself.
We see ourselves in a new jungle– still a part of God’s creation,
And yet, the earth has changed.
The soil is not dark and musty between our bare and braceleted feet,
Nor is it red and cracked beneath our chained and callous feet.
It has become rock, concrete,
A machine-made improvement on nature,
And yet still part of nature.
The tribal dancers before the sun, the wind, the rain and the Moon
have become whirling disco bodies beneath a myriad of simulated starlight,
Lightning and thundering electro phonic sounds.
The hunter’s spears and darts have become a mania for Money;
And guns bring down men and the bloodthirsty prey upon the weak who become Homeless, Jobless, and
The savagery continues, though times and methods change. The lie of racism causes us to forget that we are all of one blood. Slaughter begins in the womb, and the terror rains down across the ages. Humanity seems to have forgotten why we are here.
Humankind has changed, and yet has not changed, only
Shimmered and rippled in the reflections of time.
For though one generation passeth away, another generation cometh.
As the sun rises, it sets only to rise again.
The wind goes to the south only to return to the north,
Whirling continually, returning again according to its circuits.
And the rivers run to the sea, yet the sea is not full,
For the rivers return again to that place from which they came.
For that which has been, shall be again, and that which has been done,
Shall be done again.
For as all things change, they remain because: “There is no new thing under the sun.” There are only rippling images of change, all belonging to the universe, The Old, the New created by the Omnipotent
The Lord GOD! Who changes not.