In the fall of 1965, the 21 year old radio-officer from a Dutch cargo ship in the Port of New Orleans walked down Canal Street. He had been warned to be careful because a day or so earlier the chief steward of a sister ship had been returned to his ship by American authorities, killed by blows to the head from a baseball bat. Even though the young radio-officer had been told how to go to the French quarter, he found himself on a quiet street flanked by warehouses. He became nervous and turned right at the next street where he saw a group of young men hanging out in front of a bar. When they saw him they spread across the street so as to cut him off. Turning around the young officer realized that he had been followed by two more young men and he was boxed in. A cab driver, who drove by at the end of the street, reversed his cab with smoking tires and while continuing to drive, he opened the door and yelled to jump in. In doing so, he saved a life.During the several weeks while he visited several ports on the Gulf Coast, he was appalled at the way white people talked to and about Afro-Americans. He had to accompany a crewmember to the hospital in Mobile by ambulance. The drivers had just returned from Vietnam. They told him that they were more afraid driving through some of the deserted streets that night (a curfew was in force because of riots), than to be in action in Vietnam. The entire night in the hospital emergency waiting area, young Afro-American men were brought in with various injuries. They were shackled with heavy chains on arms and legs, accompanied by almost exclusively white police officers. Having visited a number of third world countries, he was shocked to see the disparity between white and non-white Americans. America is after all a wealthy nation. Have things changed? Listening to the reports about the people left behind to “ride-out” the hurricane, one may be inclined to say: No, they haven’t changed. The majority of non-white Americans are still extremely poor, at least the ones in the New Orleans area. There are very good explanations as to why there is a high incidence of crime amongst poor Afro-Americans. Do they really have the same opportunities as whites?Why do I tell this story – my story? In 1983 the Lord touched my heart and saved me. A few years ago, 2001, He spoke to me and told me to repent. I placed a post a few days ago, “That They All May Be One.” In it I talked about the fact that during one of my morning prayer times the Lord showed me two fingers – the Twin Towers - and I understood that these were two “proud fingers," which had been raised to exalt the achievements of men. What I didn’t add is that He also said that He had destroyed them. I realize that this may not be well received by some, maybe even many of you. Still I have to say it. As I wrote in the post “That They All May Be One,” more and more disasters will come and the frequency will increase. I understand that the Church is under judgment. I titled the previous post “That They All May Be One” with the words taken from the prayer of Jesus in John 17:23. The Church is not one. Only a week ago did I read another post, Warning! Warning! Warning! Bloody Hands. I have an enormous burden for the Church. I have to pass on the burden; otherwise it will be on my hands. This is not a self sought, self induced burden; it is a burden from God. I received this burden, when I was told by the Lord to repent on February 9, 2001. God has shown me that more and more calamities are going to come; and as the Church we will continue to read His Word through our denominational glasses. We will continue to preach our doctrines; not God’s Word, but God’s Word with our interpretations. We will NOT become as One with each other and our Lord.Just imagine: An United Body of Christ, loving one another AND their neighbors as themselves. Just imagine: An United Body of Christ reaching out as ONE to a suffering world. Just imagine: An United Body of Christ obeying “all that Jesus commanded us!” Just imagine: An United Body of Christ on Her knees begging God to give Her a broken heart, filled with love for a dying world. Maybe, just maybe, THEN the world would know that God sent Jesus to the world to bring God’s love. Maybe, just maybe, the white and Afro-American population in New Orleans would have equality and many other groups also.Just imagine: An United Body of Christ asking their Father in the Name of Jesus to give us, as the Church, a heart of compassion and love for Him and for our neighbors. Don’t you think that God would answer that?I have much more to say, but I pray that you get the picture.In His Love,Hans Prang"If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. (John 15:7)www.thefinalcall.net
