Truth is Not Hidden at the Granite City Labor Day Parade 2010
Written by Angela Michael
“For He who avenges blood remembers; He does
not ignore the cry of the afflicted.
What better a forum than the annual socialist parade to
expose the abomination this town coexists with, and to remind the
politicians and union workers, “This
is what you support.”
“I don’t agree
with it…but why do we
have to see it?” commented one woman walking by not wanting
to share in the responsibility of being her brother’s keeper.
Our remnant arrived and we noticed that our restricted area
was no more. Praise God! It was a “Book
of Daniel” moment; we were literally once again going in the
lion’s den. We opened in prayer and decided on signs to get the
message out to this City of
; then we split our team and took dominion on both sides of the
festival about to begin rolling down the parade route. We were the
messengers standing in the gap hoping hearts would be stirred and
scales removed from this apathetic town where child sacrifice has
existed for over 36 years.
’s police chief greeted us and we engaged in some chit chat.
Proclaimer Helen thanked the police for their protection as they
stood along their post by us.
In years past, certain parade vehicles tried to cover our
signs up to hide the message we brought, but last year God
inspired us to hold banners up above the prejudiced vehicles
attempting to block us. Praise God, we did it again this year. We
brought more powerful banners. And yes,
parade officials, paramedics, ambulances, even a fire truck tried
to conceal the mighty warriors, but failed. The truth went forth.
Participants, marchers, laborers, and politicians could not turn
their faces from the ugly truth as they have in years past as our
message was on both sides of the streets.
There was a lot of reaction, both good and bad. Some people
were displeased and some let us know. Only one woman on a float
tried to hit us with hard candy as she threw it directly at our
This year we received even more
positive acknowledgements from the marchers and participants. Some
were unaware of the human slaughterhouse only two blocks over from
us. Many thanked us for being a witness at this parade and gave us
a thumbs up as they passed us. Our banners read: “Stop
,” and, “A Nation
That Kills its Own Children is a Nation Without Hope.”
Across the street were the graphic signs and a banner which read:
“I am an American.
America, it’s time to protect our children,” picturing a
20 week old baby in the womb. On average, this is the age at which
most babies are being aborted in
, a no restrictions, late-term abortion mill site.
Since this socialist parade in the past has promoted
“American made,” addressed child labor laws, and integrated
more of the Black American population into this event, we geared
our signs and messages towards them. There were fewer Black
Americans marching in the parade this year compared to years past,
but those in attendance could not help but gravitate their eyes to
the signs Cathy held onto, even as some knuckleheads in their
parade vehicles tried to block our presentation. One read: “#1
killer of Black Americans is ABORTION. www.blackgenocide.com.”
Even a decorated vehicle carrying an Elvis impersonator pointed to
our signs and was “ALL SHOOK UP”.
The float full of empty rocking horses was prophetic.
Laborers were displaying their handiwork, but we asked, “Where
have all the children gone that should be on those rocking
horses?” We have allowed a child slayer in our midst for
over 36 years. We, God’s people, have given our approval by the
silence of our lips and the lack of action in this community.
Throwing money at a dormant pregnancy center doesn’t get you off
the hook either. The officials, the pastors, and the community as
a whole have allowed the devil to roam and shed blood throughout
the streets of this City of
. While the Mayor and city fathers are building monuments to
themselves and the churches are getting fatter, this blood-soaked
city is dying from the sin of bloodguilt.
, let alone our nation, has become defiled by the shedding of
innocent blood. This innocent blood demands atonement. We are the
messengers, the Ezekiels, the Jeremiahs standing in the gap for
the innocent, warning the inhabitants that there are murderers
among us. Their city is responsible for purging itself of the
guilt of shedding innocent blood. Deuteronomy
is a cost to atonement. Innocent blood has a voice; that voice
cries out from the ground for justice. Genesis
4:10 “…Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the
The elders in this town cannot say that they did not know
of it or did not see it. It’s in the plain sight of most of the
; a clear shot across from the only hospital in this community.
They cannot wash their hands as did Pontius Pilate in Jesus’
crucifixion and murder.
The parade primarily consisted of laborers, politicians,
and very few floats. After the last horse trotted by us, we
gathered to close in prayer asking God to stir the hearts in this
city into action, and to remove the scales from the eyes of this
apathetic town. The
culpability of the slaughter of innocents and the responsibility
for direct action multiplies. We are to, “Have
nothing to do with the unfruitful deeds of darkness, but rather
expose them.” Ephesians 5:11. Inaction is
indifference. Silence kills. Bloodguilt requires a reckoning with
the Lord. Only through our true repentance, prayers, and offerings
can God expunge the innocent blood from our streets. He then can
bestow forgiveness upon this city and heal our land.