I will never forget 9-11... My True Story Theresa Phillips
I will never forget 9-11...
My True Story
I was asleep when I got the wake-up... The nation is at war. I jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs. My phone was ringing off the hook, and I was scrambling to dress.
I got in my car and immediately drove to the church.
I called my secretary; she called her work; they said GO.
We flung open the doors of the church, and many, I mean many, came in droves for prayer and safety.
Businessmen, women, and more just poured through the doors. We don't even know how they knew we were open; we just knew we had to pray!
I received calls from parents: should I go get my children out of school? They were sobbing on the phone. I said, if you believe that, you should, YES.
I was there about an hour when my own son walked in. He said, Mom, I left school. I knew you'd be here, and I'm here with you. He brought students with him.
A woman in a burka came in the door. My son was aghast. (I still had not known who had attacked us.)
My son walked up to her and said, if you don't want to be blamed, change how you look, buy a pair of jeans, and become one of us.
My secretary walked up to her. She was scared and crying. My secretary shared the gospel with her, and she became born again on the spot! She still serves Jesus to this day! Praise The Lord!
Remember, at this time, I hadn't seen one video or one newscast; I only heard from the many who came to our church telling the story.
The media came in and took pictures of us praying and comforting one another.
So many pastors came in; ministers from all around filed through the doors.
DID WE PRAY!
I was still unaware of any newscasting...
At one point, I was overwhelmed and stepped outside to weep alone.
As I did, I noticed how eerie everything had become. Not a bird or plane in the sky. The atmosphere was totally still! The sky blue and not a cloud. Surely this is something I've never seen before, I said to myself.
My Lord, what is happening...
I did not get home that day until 11 PM. That's how long it was till the last person left. I switched on the news and wept bitterly. My Lord, what has happened... and then I remembered... A dream I had earlier that year in May.
The dream was this: I was standing in what appeared to be a doorway with the door slightly ajar.
I could see through the open door... and I saw mass destruction. I saw a building collapse, and then I saw a basement way underground... in that basement was a firetruck in the corner filled with dust.
No people, just the truck.
I woke from the dream, and the Lord said to me, 3000 gone. Pray!
We hosted a national day of prayer a day later... And one of the ministers said to me, Theresa, you have something, share it.
I shared the dream. The people prayed but were like me, not fully understanding... But we prayed anyway because we needed to.
On that Sept 11, 2001, we all knew the dream was real. As the media was saying 100,000 would be gone, I knew 3000 was the number... and it was so.
I cannot forget that day... The horror of it all. And here in this community, the love people felt for one another stood out.We were ONE that day, filled with patriotism and proud to be an American. Flags began to fly on every door...
And now today... Look at where we are... We are a country imploding from within by a people who since 9-11 have been chanting death to America.
We do have more to this story, but that's my husband's story. He was with GW Bush on that dreadful day. He was an AF1 Fleet Mechanic. His story could set some things straight. Not all you hear is truth.
Dear soul who reads this, AWAKE from your slumber, AWAKE from opinions, and cry aloud and spare not for God to deliver his people.
Isaiah 58:1 "Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and shew my people their transgression, and the house of Jacob their sins."
2 Chronicles 7:14
"If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land."
My dear reading friends, we love you and pray for you and your families daily.
God Bless, Theresa
Below you will see the video I did in honor of my husband Robert on that dreadful day.
Sound Track is from my album When the Spiirt Says
