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Meeting Speeritwoman (Finally) part 1 For more then a year now, I have been corresponding with Speeritwoman, (Rev. Barb) via E-mail, telephone, and I.M, and have long ago adopted her as my 2nd of 3 big sisters, and finally met her in person on July 6th. The main backdrop for our meeting was a large national prayer event known as 'The Call.' Put on by Pastor Lou Engle a well respected and radical Charismatic prayer warrior who is frequently featured on 'The Elijah List.' Pastor Engle's objective was to have 100,000 Christians at the Titan Stadium in Nashville on 07-07-07 to pray and fast for revival, especially for our youth. It was also significant that it was exactly 40 years ago that the Flower rebellion against God movement began in San Fransisco, one of the major events beginning our current accepting culture of drugs, immoral $ex, abortions, rebellion, and violence. So 'The Call' was a significant event for believers. Pastor Engle has hosted several such events before and has more yet planned. This one was about an hour away from where Barb lives, and a very good occasion to meet her, and especially since I had planned to attend this event since February of this year. Despite the fact that she had been sick all week, she still saw through with us getting together, and I was not disappointed in meeting Barb, and found her to be exactly as she has presented herself in the coarse of the past year. I let her drive my Saturn since she knows the area, and we had supper at a redneck sort of steak house called Santa Fe Cattle Co. One of those steak houses where you have a bucket of peanuts at the table, and get to drop the shells on the floor. I asked for an iced tea and the waitress looked at me like I was from another planet. Barb came to my rescue and told the waitress "sweet tea" was what I meant. Just as long as it had ice which it does if you are nice to the waitress. This was my first real taste of Dixie, and again I wasn't disappointed. Southerners are very friendly people and it usually takes a lot to get them riled up. I have always been intrigued with people who speak in the southern accent, especially women. Barb does not use that accent unless she feels like it, and then she is just as good at it as the natives. We had a very nice time and stayed past closing which we hadn't planned because we wanted to get up early to attend 'The Call' which would go from 10 AM to 10 PM. But as it turns out being fashionably late more often then not is one of the many ways which Barb and I are alike. We cruised around town and she showed me around. We stopped at Sonics for ice cream, where her youngest is a manager and I got to meet him. We didn't exactly make it to 'The Call' by 10 AM either, a matter I didn't exactly help because I wasn't about to go to a 12 hour fast already hungry from having last ate the night before. Call me anti-religious, a rebel or whatever, but I determined I was going to fast only at the event. Besides, more of that good southern cooking was calling to me. This time at a Shooney's I had Pok chops with a baked potato drenched in sour cream and butter. Barb ate very light because she had been sick, and still wasn't feeling her best. I told her she didn't have to go to this with me, but she insisted, and turned out doing better then me. I had never been to a large Christian event before and had no idea what to expect, and had been informed that Lou Engle is known for being radical, so on the drive up, I told Barb if we encountered anything weird such as 'chanting' or 'snake handlers', or masses of people slain in the spirit, we would be out of there. At our first glimpse of the stadium I was mildly disappointed in that it looked to be half to 3/4 full, and we thought maybe the turnout wasn't nearly as good as was planned. But that turned out to be deceiving because of how huge it was. Upon arrival I could see why it was called 'Titan Stadium.' The place was as tall as a 10 story building. The 'nose bleed section' was almost in the troposphere. The stadium was a good 6 blocks long and 4 blocks wide, which would nearly displace all of down town of Cedar Rapids. There were huge parking lots on either side, and multiple level parkades at each end. Near where we parked were a couple 'hippie looking' tie dye vans, and a few long hair types milling around. A cold chill hit my spine as I wondered it these folks would be like the 'Jesus Freaks' of the late 1970s, and for a few seconds I wondered what I got myself into this time. But as we approached our entrance I saw the vast majority of people looked like normal folks. Some people were napping, some visiting, and some even eating. Here I thought this was a fast, but not for everyone. I could hear the people who were speaking on the main stage, and it was very loud, but then it has to be to address 100,000 people. I got out my cell phone and started trying to call a couple of the many people I knew came down from Cedar Rapids. I knew of at least three bus loads of people from one of our local mega-churches, and another bus that was taking smaller groups from about a half dozen other churches. My church also sent a full bus load, but a lot of us drove down ourselves as well, so I was figuring on at least 500 people from my city to be there, so chances were good I'd find someone I knew. I couldn't get any answers, and figured probably it would have been nearly impossible to hear a cell phone anyway, so I set mine on vibrate, and we went inside. Barb had very obviously been to many events like this, as she took the lead in finding us a couple seats. She found us a shady side spot in the second tier going up in section 135. We had a good vantage point of the main stage, for it was hard to see them out right for the distance. Which was again planned for, as at each end were mammoth scoreboards with super big screens making it easy to see whatever the cameras were taping. Isaiah 66:2b; But to this one I will look, To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word. |
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