Young People who Make a Difference
"I will pour out My Spirit on all people; and your sons and daughters will prophecy." Acts 2:17
God revealed His power through young people in the book of Daniel. Everything seemed dark for God’s people. They were in captivity and a godless king was oppressing them in a culture built on idolatry.
Then God moved. He gave the king a dream that only someone in direct relationship with God could interpret. The king didn’t require general information about God, he needed someone who would prophetically hear from the living God in an intimate way. There was no way to fake it. (See Daniel Two for the whole story.)
Daniel and his friends put a demand on their relationship with God by asking Him to reveal the king’s dream and its interpretation. God spoke and an entire culture began to change.
This is the answer today. We live in a godless culture built on the idols of comfort, entertainment, materialism, and immorality, but God is giving those who don’t know him dilemmas they can’t solve themselves. People can get information from the internet, but what they long for is the wisdom only heaven can give.
I am convinced that in this desperate hour God is raising up not one Daniel, but a company of sons and daughters who will flow in the Holy Spirit. The answer for our culture is not republican or democrat, it’s God pouring out His Spirit in and through our sons and daughters.
To this end, I wrote a political, supernatural, suspense thriller, called: "The Key." It’s a contemporary version of Joseph, Daniel, and Esther – young people who God anointed in the public sphere and then used to change the destiny of nations.
Below I’ve included the prologue and chapter one. To order the whole book you can Google "Amazon" and type in "The Key" by Tom Flaherty ($4.99 and only available electronically), or you can pick up an audio version at City Church for $5. One hundred percent of the proceeds from the audio version will go into a scholarship fund for youth missions.
Have a great week,
President Evan Robertson was asleep yet even in his dream he said to himself, "Here we go again." This was the third night in a row he experienced the same dream.
There was a bomb in the White House. He had in his possession the knowledge and the tools to disarm it, but time was running out. It was in the furnace room. He ran through the corridors passing all the artifacts, paintings, and rooms that represent America’s rich heritage and then flew down the stairs to the basement, finally arriving at the furnace room door.
He was wearing a custodian’s key ring and there were no less than twenty keys on it. "Which one?" There was no time to try them all. As he could feel sweat appearing on his brow, he looked at the keys again and one seemed to glow. "This one!"
Then the scene changed. He was alone in a smoke filled room playing chess against the Russian president, Sergei Korchev. Sergei had a diabolical grin on his face as he moved his queen the length of the board and announced with finality, "Checkmate."
Evan searched for a move, but his king was trapped behind a line of pawns and there was no way of escape. Then he saw it. "Why couldn’t I see this before?" he said to himself. To Sergei he smiled while saying, "I don’t think so." Then he triumphantly took Sergei’s dark queen with his white bishop.
Evan shot up in his bed wide awake. How could this be? Three nights in a row; the exact same dream.
"God?" He whispered. "Are You speaking to me?" Then the most unlikely face appeared before his eyes: Kate Barnes.
It was 5:00 am and there was no way Evan was getting back to sleep. He needed coffee and time to think. It was a full hour before the duties of his office would begin to take over and for the first time since the election, Evan was hating being the president.
A month ago his Secretary of State, Albert Johnson, received an ultimatum from the Russian Foreign Minister, Nicolai Serchenko. Two weeks ago, Johnson, Harvard grad, distinguished diplomat, and friend of twenty years, committed suicide. There was no suspicion of foul play. The note he left was in his own hand and although he apologized to his wife and children and assured all of them of his love, he gave no reason for taking his life. No alcohol; no drugs. They found him in his office with a bullet through his head and the note on his desk.
Evan was the only American who knew why Johnson had taken his life but he couldn’t tell anyone. Suicide was Johnson’s way of saying he couldn’t be part of what Russia was demanding nor could he bear to be the cause of the devastation that would come if their terms were refused. Evan got it, but now he was left to carry the burden alone and the deadline the foreign minister had set was fast approaching.
It had started with what was supposed to be a routine meeting between the two diplomats in Moscow. Secretary of State Johnson had related every detail of the meeting to Evan from memory because he wasn’t allowed to record anything as Serchenko talked.
"In your country I believe there is a saying," Serchencko had begun in perfect English. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."
He had then taken a full hour to rehearse Russia’s financial woes; not the public version; the reality. To come out of their distress the United States was going to buy their oil for $100 a barrel from now on, or the market value, whichever was higher. America would break their current oil agreement with Saudi Arabia under the pretext of human rights violations, and then announce a new day of friendship with Russia. Publicly America would buy Russian oil at the market price, but the full $100 price would always be paid regardless of fluctuations. This would be a permanent, unbreakable agreement between the two countries.
When Johnson laughed at this absurd proposal and asked why America would ever agree to anything like this, Serchenko reached into the drawer of his ornate desk and pulled out a bottle of vodka. He poured two glasses, handed one to Johnson, and insisted they drink some together as friends before continuing.
He then touched a button that brought down a video screen and then another button that turned on the media player. Serchenko described what Johnson was viewing. Oil tankers, one in Cuba and one in Central America dropping off loads of ballistic missiles that were being picked up on the shore by eighteen wheelers. The footage included enough to establish that the locations for the drop offs were authentic. Then he hit pause.
"For the last twenty years we have been digging underground missile silos in Cuba and Central America. They are undetectable to any satellites you have. If you don’t comply with our demands, in two months we will launch one hundred ballistic missiles from each site, eight of which will be carrying ten kiloton nuclear bombs which will be detonated over the atmosphere of every region of the United States." Serchenko took another drink from his Vodka as he let this bad news settle in.
"The result of these detonations will be an Electro Magnetic Pulse, known as an EMP, which will destroy your electric grid, stop all travel, take down all cell phone towers, and in an instant, bring your country into an economic depression that will result in tens of thousands of casualties from starvation alone. It’s not our fault you’ve become so dependent on electricity."
The Foreign Minister then took the video off pause and another scene played confirming the nuclear bombs attached to ballistic missiles at each site. He then smiled at the Secretary of State.
"The missiles were all delivered on the same day we hosted the World Peace Summit in Moscow. Ironic, isn’t it?"
Before Johnson replied, Serchenko continued: "Make no mistake about it; we don’t want to release the devastation of an EMP. We don’t want your people to suffer the way our people have suffered. Destroying the American economy would have a devastating effect on the whole world and would cause our people to suffer even more."
At this point, Serchenko refilled his glass and took another drink.
"But we’re used to suffering and we have vodka as a comfort. Some of our people would actually find additional comfort in seeing America humbled in this way, but I’m not one of them, and neither is President Korchev. In our plan America doesn’t lose face and neither does Russia.
"It will appear that your president is only acting on his superior moral principles, and it will appear that we are only making a diplomatic business decision for the good of our people and to further heal relations between east and west."
Serchenko told him that President Korchev was setting up a meeting in two months for the new arrangement to be announced. No one in America was to know anything about the secret deal other than President Robertson. Two months and time was ticking. If there was no deal the EMP would be released.
He finished by anticipating Johnson’s possible responses: "If you complain to anyone about this meeting we will deny that it happened and in two months will release the EMP anyway. We have already written emails which can be traced to the Middle East where Al Quaeda will gladly take responsibility for this tragic terrorist attack. I’m sorry, Mr. Secretary of State, but we have you now, as Americans like to say, between a rock and a hard place."
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