I carved out several hours one morning to spend time with my Lord. I was eager to hear from Him and to enjoy His presence. I love to open my bible, linger in His Word and go on an adventure with Him. I opened my journal to re-read some of my last few entries and I opened an online devotion from “Daughters of Promise” that I receive daily and the title jumped out at me! “Land, And The Blood Shed On It.” Not the most inviting title really, but I was very curious about the message, especially that day. Just a few days prior to this a dear friend sent me a devotion from Joseph Prince from Exodus 12:13, referring to the Passover and the blood over the doorposts. My intrigue for this subject caused me to pause and I took a deep breath, I knew I was in for a deep lesson.
Over the years of walking with God I have enjoyed a familiar movement of the Holy Spirit in my life. When I have a sense about something, I ask God to confirm it three times, so I am sure it is from Him. This pattern has become so familiar that I often recognize that the confirmation is coming without me asking for it formally anymore. It just comes because it is the cry of my heart to hear from God. I knew that this message had already come twice, so the third was sure to follow. And it quickly did.
Christine Wyrtzen wrote on Genesis 4:10-11 “And the Lord said, ‘What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood is crying out to me from the ground. And now you are cursed from the ground, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand.” In her teaching on this verse she said, “The land holds the memory of blood shed upon it. The land, as well as people, can be cursed and found begging for forgiveness. The piece of ground upon which Abel was brutally murdered pulsated with the memory of the traumatic event. God could perceive its cry.”
Our home has had several previous owners. I believe in praying over homes and in homes for the Light of God to be made manifest in and through our lives. In the past 6 years we have had spiritual battles in the lives of our children and we have continued to pray and recite scripture in our home, so that spiritual freedom will be ours and hope will be victorious. When I read this devotion about the land I was convicted about my lack of attention to the land my home sits on. Then this question rose in me, “who owned this land and built this house?” I knew the answer right away and I felt a rush of horror run through me. The man who built this house lived next door when we moved in, so we met him several times. He moved away years ago and I suspected he had since died. I looked up his obituary, and sure enough he died in 2006. One of the options given for his name (as Google finds everything with a name on it) was in a testimony from Dr. Jarrett. I immediately recognized Dr. Jarrett’s name because his large family has been apart of our school community, therefore I was familiar with his story. He was a former abortion provider and after making the decision to follow Christ he devoted his life, professionally and personally to honor God in every way. His early professional career was influenced by my (physician) neighbor and his testimony confirmed the information I had been told about him to be true.
I got up from where I was sitting and from an upstairs window I looked over our land. I was stunned. The almost 10 acres surrounding my home was owned by a man who was considered a leading abortionist in Indianapolis from Roe vs. Wade till the end of his career. “There is so much blood on his hands” was what rang through my mind. As this sank into my mind, my heart was overwhelmed. I got dressed and grabbed my prayer book to go outside to begin praying. I felt the Spirit lean into me to first pray over the top of the house, so I went out to the roof and laid my hands on our rooftop and prayed deliverance over our home. I then walked the roof pitch and prayed for a release of hope and forgiveness over our home. This man told us that the reason he built this house was so that he could be separated from his wife (at the time) because he wanted to divorce her. Knowing this led me to pray against relational brokenness and for a spirit of reconciliation. I then went outside and prayed over the entire property by walking around every inch of our property line. I felt a tremendous peace wash over me, so I sat down on a bench in front of the creek. The brook was flowing and the sound of the water was so refreshing. After I sat for a while, I asked the Lord if I was finished. My spirit was given a clear directive, “write my name in the land,” redemption was claimed and now I needed to plant it in stone.
“He Knows Your Name” ministry is at its core, about legacy. Claiming purpose and victory is my mission. I have designed and purchased many headstones for others, and I found it amazing that now I had a reason to put one on my land. I knew exactly what to do. I would claim the names, even though only God knows what they are, for every child aborted at the hands of my neighbor. Through a prayer of deliverance, spoken with the authority of Jesus name, I released the curse of death by the power of Jesus blood that was shed for the forgiveness of sin. “Oh, precious is the flow” from “Nothing but the Blood of Jesus” was the song in my head now!
My mission was now to have my family give dignity to all those babies. I took a large stone to my engraver that very next day, and had the following inscription carved in it:
He Knows Your Name
“…an everlasting name”
Scripture has been planted in the land because the stone has been placed. The children have been honored and given dignity for their lives are sacred. He knows their names. We fully anticipate fruit to be born like never before in our lives and our ministries. Our home is a Light on a hill for Jesus Christ now and forevermore.