Chapter 16
Chapter 16: God’s Gonna Cut You Down
"Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!""
LAX, November 4th, 1980:
Tony Mendez gives his wife a last kiss goodbye before he boards his plane to Istanbul, where filming of Argo: A Cosmic Conflagration will commence.
“You know, Tony, when you said you were retiring, I hoped that meant you’d be able to spend more time at home.” She said with a grin.
“It’s just two months in Istanbul. Compared to the postings I used to go on, it’ll feel like no time at all.” He replied. He gave his sons one last hug, and boarded the plane.
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America is in flames. A great crowd of people flee in terror as a plane buzzes low overhead, barely above a great obelisk, dropping a strange cloud upon them. Atop a grand stage, a man with greying temples swears an oath upon the Bible. A great seated man made of stone is consumed by flame. Finally, a great voice booms from overhead: “This is the judgement of the LORD upon an unholy people!” One man in the screaming crowd stands transfixed. Pat Robertson watches as the world around him dissolves.
The clouds above are ripped open, as if by a great hand, and a glowing being descends from above. The creature appeared as a man with four wings and four faces, one of a man, one of a lion, one of an ox, and one of an eagle. The creature opened its four mouths, and they spoke in unison.
“The LORD has shown you this, a warning of what will come to pass.” The creature said.
Robertson cowered in fear. “What…. What must I do to stop this?”
“REPENT!” The creature spoke, “There must be repentance in the land, or swift judgement will fall upon her people!”
Pat Robertson awoke from his sleep in a cold sweat. He turned over to see his wife Adelia, still sleeping peacefully. Shocked awake by his nightmare, he quietly got out of bed, not disturbing his wife’s sleep, and left the room.
He wiped the sweat from his brow as he sat down on the living room couch, and turned on the television, setting the volume to the lowest audible level. He turned the TV to CSPAN, hoping to use the endless political droning to lull himself back to sleep.
“In one of the closest elections in recent memory,” said the newscaster, “we can now call the election for President James Earl Carter. This will be his second term as President….”
The newscast continued, but Robertson paid no attention. Is this what my dream was about? He wondered. Carter was a godly man, but he was willing to work with the Soviets, avowed haters of religion. And what could Robertson do about it? He was one of the most prominent televangelists in America, but what was a preacher to a president?
Maybe God really had spoken to Marion Gordon "Pat" Robertson, maybe he just convinced himself of it, who knows. But there, on that couch, Robertson resolved himself; not just in his mind, or his heart, but in his very soul, that for America to survive the wrath of God’s judgement, he must become the President of the United States of America.
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Final Election Results:
Reagan/Crane: 261 Carter/Mondale: 277
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"Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down"
-Johnny Cash