Why I Wrote This Book
"For God speaks again and again, though people do not recognize it. He speaks in dreams, in visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on people as they lie in their beds" (Job 33:14-17).
On March 3, 2011, I had a dream that a baby was handed to me. It was a girl, less than a year old. Her eyes were at half-mast, closing on and off, as if she’d been sleeping before she was given to me. She was wearing a pink and white striped “onesie,” those one-piece tee shirts that snap around the baby’s diaper. I held her very carefully in my arms, trying to determine the best way to hold her. Then I gently placed her on my shoulder. Suddenly she was gone. And I knew she’d been put in a bottle and thrown in the trash in Brooklyn. I was in a panic and got in my car, heading to Brooklyn to try and find her. My thoughts were, Could she breathe? Had the garbage truck come yet? Would the baby still be there? It was, like so many of my dreams, weird. A baby in a bottle thrown in the trash? I recorded the dream in my journal, prayed a little about it, and came to the conclusion that the baby represented the “ministry” of sharing my faith, and that people were just throwing the Gospel message away.
A few months later the dream came to mind, with a prompting to Google “abortion and bottle.” I was so taken aback by the out-of-the-blue thought, I didn’t even think about my own abortions. But when I did the search, the world fell away. The procedure used in 80% of abortions is to suck the fetus into a bottle. The bottles are considered medical waste and disposed of as such. A baby in a bottle thrown in the trash. Again, Oh. My. God. But what about Brooklyn? So I did some more Googling and found that besides there being several medical waste sites in that borough of New York City, the word “Brooklyn” is derived from the Dutch language. Its original meaning is “Broken Land.”
This was the point when I knew, without a doubt, that the dream had been about abortion, that God sees it as throwing life away, and that our land has become broken. And I was gripped with what I can only describe as utter panic when I also knew that it was the message I was supposed to write about....
...I am not writing this on my own. It is the antithesis of any subject I've ever considered writing about. But like a jigsaw finally taking shape, I began to see how the themes of my dreams, especially over the last few years, have led to this assignment....All Old Testament themes dealing with moral and spiritual apostasy--with turning away from God and His laws and instructions....I have used some of them...to open the chapters in the rest of this book...
...Solomon’s prayer for the people of Israel—that they would repent and turn their hearts back to God—is this book’s prayer for the United States of America. It is a prayer not about abortion per se, but about the underlying state of the human heart that says, “I can do anything I want. Anything I want to do is okay.” It is a prayer for conviction of right choices....
_______________________________________
--Excerpt from Chapter Five: Accepting the Assignment
On March 3, 2011, I had a dream that a baby was handed to me. It was a girl, less than a year old. Her eyes were at half-mast, closing on and off, as if she’d been sleeping before she was given to me. She was wearing a pink and white striped “onesie,” those one-piece tee shirts that snap around the baby’s diaper. I held her very carefully in my arms, trying to determine the best way to hold her. Then I gently placed her on my shoulder. Suddenly she was gone. And I knew she’d been put in a bottle and thrown in the trash in Brooklyn. I was in a panic and got in my car, heading to Brooklyn to try and find her. My thoughts were, Could she breathe? Had the garbage truck come yet? Would the baby still be there? It was, like so many of my dreams, weird. A baby in a bottle thrown in the trash? I recorded the dream in my journal, prayed a little about it, and came to the conclusion that the baby represented the “ministry” of sharing my faith, and that people were just throwing the Gospel message away.
A few months later the dream came to mind, with a prompting to Google “abortion and bottle.” I was so taken aback by the out-of-the-blue thought, I didn’t even think about my own abortions. But when I did the search, the world fell away. The procedure used in 80% of abortions is to suck the fetus into a bottle. The bottles are considered medical waste and disposed of as such. A baby in a bottle thrown in the trash. Again, Oh. My. God. But what about Brooklyn? So I did some more Googling and found that besides there being several medical waste sites in that borough of New York City, the word “Brooklyn” is derived from the Dutch language. Its original meaning is “Broken Land.”
This was the point when I knew, without a doubt, that the dream had been about abortion, that God sees it as throwing life away, and that our land has become broken. And I was gripped with what I can only describe as utter panic when I also knew that it was the message I was supposed to write about....
...I am not writing this on my own. It is the antithesis of any subject I've ever considered writing about. But like a jigsaw finally taking shape, I began to see how the themes of my dreams, especially over the last few years, have led to this assignment....All Old Testament themes dealing with moral and spiritual apostasy--with turning away from God and His laws and instructions....I have used some of them...to open the chapters in the rest of this book...
...Solomon’s prayer for the people of Israel—that they would repent and turn their hearts back to God—is this book’s prayer for the United States of America. It is a prayer not about abortion per se, but about the underlying state of the human heart that says, “I can do anything I want. Anything I want to do is okay.” It is a prayer for conviction of right choices....
_______________________________________
--Excerpt from Chapter Five: Accepting the Assignment