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waftedupwards through vents in a propane barbecue grill and
dispersed into the fresh autumn air. A blue sky and bright sun provided
cheerful colors to the city park below. Birds perched in the upper branches of
maple trees sang happy notes while squirrels scampered through the trees and on
the grass. The leaves were changing color from green to red and golden, and
some had made their fluttering descent to the grass below.
A group of twenty-three
people gathered under an open, round, wooden gazebo, chatting, arranging
dishes, and socializing. Some children played with sticks and toys nearby,
laughing and making sound effects with their mouths. Steve and his parents
arrived a little late. They walked toward the group from a nearby parking lot.
As they walked, Steve felt some fear, but he chose to give it to God, knowing
that his Heavenly Father cared about him, and would guide him in what to say to
this group of relatives and in-laws. He didn’t have time to share all his
dreams and visions with them, but he could share something with them.
Steve could see his uncle,
Max, pulling out a box and removing some objects from it. Max whistled to the
children, and they looked up at him, curious. Then, he removed some colored
tennis balls and started juggling two of them. He then deftly added another,
and another. In a few seconds, Max was juggling a dozen colored spheres.
Children watched him, mesmerized by the performance.
Steve’s aunt Margaret, a
middle-aged lady with glasses and medium-brown hair, looked up from a dish of
Chicken Manicotti she had just set down.
“Hello, Steve,” she said
cheerfully as he neared the gazebo, “how is my brother’s only son doing?”
“I’m well,” Steve said,
smiling. He was feeling the fear leave. “How are you and Uncle Jason?”
“We’re holding together as
best as we can,” She said, chuckling.
“How are Billy and Fred?”
“They’re doing good. Billy
just started college at the Westview Ridge Music Academy. He’s an excellent
Steve glanced away and
noticed his cousin, Billy, chatting with Henry and Mary, who were part Chinese,
due to Chinese blood from their mother, Lin Cheng. Steve enjoyed talking with
them. They seemed to love God and were good musicians. Mary played the flute in
a volunteer orchestra, while her brother Henry did small performances on a
grand piano. But, both enjoyed playing hymns too.
Steve returned his attention
to his aunt. They chatted a bit more before someone near the barbecue grill
announced: “The food is ready!” Then, the relatives formed a line, waiting
their turn to pile their plates with food. As they waited, Steve overheard his
uncle Terry, standing in front of him, discussing the latest football game of
his favorite team with his brother-in-law, Jim. He described the game in
detail, and only paused to let Jim add some comments.
Jim’s Catholic wife, Sarah,
standing beside him, spoke to Terry when the conversation went to a lull. “So,
Terry,” Sarah said, “have you and Angela thought about visiting St. Steven’s
with us this Sunday?” [See “Footnote” 1.].
“Sarah, thanks for the
invite, but if I had a religion, it would be football,” Terry said, chuckling.
“Maybe you’d like to visit a
protestant church, then?” Sarah asked.
“A football game is my
church,” Steve said, grinning. “You’ve got multitudes of faithful fans, plenty
of action, and convenient food and beverages.”
Steve took some mental notes
on the conversation before he took a hamburger from the grill and took his
plate to a picnic table. He sat beside his cousin Henry and they visited for a
little while, and discussed their favorite verses in the Bible, and talked
about music. After some time passed, Steve stood up and walked toward a water
container with a tap. As he filled up his glass, a voice spoke to his spirit
and soul. It was his Abba Father God’s loving and kind voice.
“My son,” Abba God said, “I
am with you. You have done well. Now, very soon, I will have you speak to your
relatives and give them a warning, like you saw Frank do in the dream I gave
you. I will have you warn them about the judgment to come, and have you tell
them that they need to repent and seek Me.
“I will be with your mouth
and will give you the words to say. Don’t be afraid. It will go well. Now, go
ahead and call them to listen to you. I will be with your mouth to give you the
words. And, I the Lord your God and Father have spoken.”
Steve felt some fear
attacking him and said, “Dear Abba Father, I feel afraid. I feel that they
would reject me if I spoke. They would feel that I interrupted their family
“My son,” Abba God said, “I
am with you. I will guide you in what to say. Just give your fear to Me, and
know that I shall work on their hearts. Some may reject what you say, but
others will receive it. I will be with you always. And, I the Lord your God and
Abba Father have spoken.”
“Thank you, Abba Father. I
give you this fear that I’m feeling of being rejected,” Steve said with
meaning. As he did, he felt more peace reach into his heart and the conviction
that what Abba God said was truly from Him. Steve realized that his relatives
really needed to hear this message God was putting on his heart.
Steve took a drink from his
cup and set it down. Now, with a new boldness starting to come over him, he
cleared his throat and spoke to the group. “Excuse me,” Steve said. But, his
voice was only somewhat louder than the average chatter, and no one seemed to
“Excuse me, everyone,” Steve
said louder as he picked up two metal spoons and tinged them against each
Now, more people were looking
his direction, but some continued their conversations. But, in a few moments,
others made them aware that Steve was trying to get their attention. Soon, all
the children and adults were looking at him.
Steve saw the scene before himof the youth group vanish to be replaced with a
comfortably decorated office. A middle-aged man sat behind an oak desk talking
to a teen guy on the other side. Scattered throughout the room, framed snapshots of
basketball history captured players shooting hoops or slam-dunking. A couple of
Thomas Kinkade’s lighthouse paintings hung on either side of the office. A
window behind the man revealed a green, scratchy wall of juniper bushes
outside. High above the man’s head hung a painting of a cross and an empty
“Pastor Ben,” Frank said as
he faced the middle-aged man across the desk. “God showed me he would like me
to give a message of warning to the church. He is calling out to people to
repent and seek Him, because judgment is soon to fall on this land, because it
has done wickedly before Him.”
Ben, who appeared to be in
his mid-fifties, had white hair at his temples but the rest of his hair was
black. A long grey goatee sprouted from his chin and reached down past the
collar of his dark green polo shirt. In his fingers he fidgeted with a silver pen.
“You’re telling me that God
showed you He wanted you to warn this church about judgment coming?” Ben said. “I
preach to the people, and I even tell them they should stay away from harmful
behaviors. Why would God want to warn the people of this church? I think we’re
doing a good work here.”
Frank, wearing a dark blue
T-shirt and carpenter jeans, was in the middle of a conversation when Steve saw
the scene appear before him, in this vision.
“I encourage you to seek God
about this,” Frank said with concern. “God has shown me that there are many
people in your church that do not know His Name. They say they are Christians,
but they have not truly asked Jesus to be their personal Savior and Lord. That
is what God shown me. He wants to warn them. Please, seek God about this.”
The older man grunted and
leaned back in his chair. A frown creased his face as he tapped his pen on the
oak desk. Ben closed his eyes, in thought, and opened them slowly several
seconds later. ‘What was Ben thinking about?’ Steve wondered. ‘Was he taking
the message seriously?’ Half a minute passed before the pastor spoke.
“Young man,” Ben said slowly
with a cold tone in his voice, “I think God is pleased with what we’re doing at
this church, and I believe you possibly may have heard from the wrong spirit.
But, just to be fair, I will seek God about this and see what He shows me. Is
there anything else you wish to talk about?”
Frank felt a sadness stir his
heart. He could tell that the pastor had rejected what he had just said. “Pastor
Ben, I encourage you to actually seek God with an open mind. God will show you
“Is there anything else I can
do for you?” Ben asked, seeking to get the young man out of his office.
Frank stood up and said, “I
know that if you seek God about this He will show you the truth.”
“You already said that. I
will seek Him.”
Frank left the office and the
pastor shut the door behind him. Once he was sure Frank was gone, Ben reached
for his phone and dialed some numbers. The phone rang three times before a man
on the other end picked up his phone.
Steve was translated next to a church building with a
large, carpeted room that was filled with table games, such as pool tables, air
hockey tables, and foosball tables. Teens were sitting in couches and folding
chairs, listening to a man in his forties give a talk. He must be the youth
pastor, Steve thought. The youth pastor wore glasses and had a graying goatee,
but the rest of his hair was medium brown. He wore a dark T-shirt displaying an
image of a rock band.
“Okay, so for our Fall Youth
Retreat we were planning with Pastor Ben to take you to see a rock concert, but
this concert will be an opportunity to bring your non-Christian friends and get
them into your groove, if you know what I mean. They may not want to visit this
church until the ice is broken, and what better way to break ice than to take
them to a rock concert? So, we--”
“Hey Stan,” a guy nearby
called out, raising a hand.
“Yes, Trevor?” Stan said.
“What band is performing?”
“Oh, I was going to get to
that. It’s actually called Pyramid Eye. It’s a new band, but its
popularity has soared in just the last three months.”
“Hey Pastor Stan,” another
guy said with a wry smile, “didn’t its lead singer say he made a pact with the
devil? I’m all for seeing a devil-worshiper. Let’s put on our pointy horns and
grab our pitch forks.”
“Ha, ha,” Stan said. “That’s
very funny, James. You can’t believe everything you hear. Some people say that
this country is controlled by a secret society called the Illuminati.”
As he said “Illuminati,” Stan
put up finger quotation marks.
What the youth leader just
said made Steve begin to think. The Illuminati? Who were they? Steve made a
mental note to research that later.
The scene changed to the same
room but most of the teens had left. A few guys and girls were playing pool in
a corner of the large youth hangout room. A young man approached the youth
pastor just as he said goodbye to a teen girl who was being picked up by her
mother. The teen guy had dark brown hair that was bushy and less than two
inches long, combed back. He was average height for a 17-year-old. A white
T-shirt with two words on it caught Steve’s attention. In bold letters it
declared: “Jesus Saves.”
“Excuse me, Stan,” the guy
said, “may I have a word with you?”
Instantly, the church sanctuary vanished to be replaced
by a living room with couches facing a flat screen TV. A small group of people
sat and munched on popcorn as speakers mounted around the room throbbed with
deep, booming sounds. A car chase was in motion on the large screen. Tires
screeched and sirens blared as several police cars followed behind a reckless
driver in a shiny, red Lamborghini Aventador, which had white racing stripes.
The Aventador raced toward a
pile of rubble that formed a jump. In seconds, it sailed off the jump and over
a concrete wall before landing in some sand on the other side, but the sand
contained a surprise. Collapsible spike strips had been set up, in the sand, in
anticipation for the Aventador’s move. The moment its tires hit the ground,
they deflated with a loud hiss. The driver flung his door open and leapt out of
He drew a pistol from his
belt and headed toward a tall chain link fence. On the other side, a maze of
alleys and older brick buildings looked promising for an escape. Police cars
pulled into the vacant lot and tried to drive in close to the Aventador, but
piles of junk left here and there hindered the police cars from getting closer
to the fence.
wastranslated or moved quickly to
a spot about three hundred feet above coastal water. A few miles away, the
sandy beach of the California coast appeared. Palm trees swayed in the sea
breeze and some sailboats plied through the water. The sun caused the sea to
sparkle as it rolled up and down in a perpetual undulation. Then, Steve looked
directly below him and saw a large, dark shape below the surface of the ocean
crawl to a stand-still. It looked like a huge whale, but this was much larger
than a whale. Now, Jesus took Steve down toward the water.
“Jesus, I don’t want to
drown,” he said as he saw the water closing in.
“My son, you won’t because
this is a vision,” Jesus said.
Steve descended through the
water and saw small fish darting here and there, in a frenzy. The dark shape of
a conning tower loomed off to his left, and the hull of a large submarine drew
closer. He was somehow able to see the inside of the submarine without being
physically present. A flurry of activity had been set in motion within the
submarine. Men spoke in Russian, giving orders and acknowledging orders. [See the "Note" at the end.]
Steve somehow understood that
orders had reached the submarine from top-ranking military officials, who
themselves had been given orders from the highest visible authority in the
Russian government. Officers were moving about from one control panel to
another, overseeing a complex procedure. Lighted buttons were being pressed by
crew members while the commanding officer and executive officer gave orders.
Steve lost track of what
happened next, but he felt the submarine begin to shake. Suddenly, he was moved
up through the submarine and into the water above its launch tubes. A hatch
flew open and a missile blasted through the water, churning it up as it rocketed
skyward. A second hatch opened, followed by a third. The water churned and
boiled as missiles blasted up through the depths. Steve was drawn up through
the water and into the air above the sea. Exhaust trails snaked through the
air, coming from the ocean surface directly above the nuclear submarine.
Then, Steve was moved
forward, and accelerated, up into the atmosphere, to an incredible speed of
180,000 miles per hour. The continental United States passed by in a blur of
colors. In seconds, Steve saw California and the arid Great Basin of Nevada,
zip by. The Great Plains and the Midwest with its farm fields, deciduous
forests, and sprawling cities raced by. In seconds, the New England states
Steve slowed to a stop and
tried to see where he was at. He could not tell exactly what state it was, but
he could now see a large military base spread out below him, about a hundred
feet beneath him. Suburban neighborhoods that seemed to stretch out from a city
center reached up to the perimeter of the military base. Steve was not familiar
with military bases or their locations, but he could tell it was a significant
Something made him think to
look up, and as he did, Steve noticed a white line of smoke appear in the blue
sky above. It was an exhaust trail from a missile. He knew all too well what it
was. In seconds, it descended toward the base and detonated into a blinding
flash of light and smoke about eighty feet above the ground. A deafening
explosion pulsed through the air, following a powerful shock wave that knocked
buildings over as if they were toys.
watched the farm fields vanish before his eyes and the interior of an upper middle-class, two-story house appear. He
was standing a couple yards away from a dinner table around which sat a small
family. The man of the house looked like the average white-collar,
upper-middle-class householder. He had well-groomed, dark hair, stylish
glasses, and a blue dress shirt tucked into tan slacks. His wife wore stylish
clothing and gold jewelry. She kept an eye out for her 4-year-old son, who sat
beside her, calmly eating the spaghetti on his plate. Tomato sauce appeared on
either side of his mouth and some on the tip of his nose. His mother took a
napkin to dab it off. Beside the dad sat a 7-year-old girl and a 10-year-old
boy. They ate quietly, sensing anxiety and tension in the atmosphere.
“Patrick,” the wife said,
“could we talk about this after supper?”
They must be in the middle of
a conversation, Steve thought as he observed.
“The kids need to know too,
Jennifer,” the husband said between bites.
“What is it, daddy?” the
little girl said, looking up at her dad with concern.
“Our country is facing some
hard times, kids,” Patrick said. “My pay has not been going up, but food prices
are rapidly climbing. The price of a gallon of milk rose by a dollar in just
two weeks. The price of a block of cheese rose by 50 cents in just seven days.
Cereal prices have gone up too. A box of my favorite brand of cereal costs a
dollar more than it did three weeks ago.
“At this rate, if this
continues, we’ll eventually have to start going to the food shelter to
supplement my income or, we’ll have to eat beans and rice. The interest on my
monthly mortgage payments has gone up too. If the interest continues to rise, I
wouldn’t be able to continue living here. We would have to get an apartment or
a smaller house. Also, my company announced that it will have to let go, or
fire, thirty positions because it is shrinking to save costs. That means that I
might be looking for work elsewhere.”
Jennifer looked at her
husband with concern. “But, Patrick, you never mentioned this to be before.”
“That’s because I just heard
about it today.”
“The kids don’t need to know
this right now, do they?” Jennifer said.
“Dear, they will be affected
by it sooner or later, when I won’t be able to buy them any more toys or extra
things, and when they see the food we eat coming from a food shelter.”
Jesus touched Steve and the
words being spoken faded away.
“My son,” Jesus said, “this
family is a typical American family that is experiencing hardships during the
days just before the invasion of America. They are suffering from the weak
dollar and the poor economic health of your nation. It is weakening and shaking
like a top that is wobbling, losing its momentum. Soon, it will fall. I will
now show you what it is like for a less-financially-sound family in a
In an instant, Steve was
taken to a chow hall filled with many tables.
About twelve men sat around each table.He was standing beside a certain table where some men
of different ethnic groups were seated, eating soup and bread. A black man was
sitting close to Steve, near the end of the table. He chewed slowly and seemed
to be pondering over something that troubled him. Beside him, a white man with
short, brown hair talked with a red haired man across from him.
Steve listened closely to
their conversation, noting that they spoke somewhat quietly.
“Gary, my wife is probably in
a camp like ours, but I don’t know exactly what she is doing. I hope she
doesn’t have to do the kind of work the Russians make us do,” the red-haired
man said. [See the "Footnote" at the end.]
“I don’t think they treat the
women to manual labor like they do us, Mike,” Gary, the brown-haired man,
There was a pause of silence
between them as both collected their thoughts. “Mike,” Gary said, “did your
pastor ever speak about the calamities that we saw unfold in recent times?”
“Pastor?” Mike, said,
squinting, trying to understand.
“You told me you went to a
Church some time ago.”
“Oh, yes, yes, I did,” Mike
said. “My pastor never taught about destruction or calamity coming to America. I heard some radio show
hosts discuss it, and some friends mentioned it, but I never heard my pastor
speak of it. And, I don’t think any of the pastors in my town mentioned it
either. Why do you ask?”
“My pastor never mentioned it
either,” Gary said. “I kind of felt cheated. He gave me sermons that amounted
to little or no spiritual benefit when played out in real life. He never spoke
of being persecuted or of denying oneself, taking up one’s cross, and following
Jesus. He never once mentioned anything that was controversial, such as
judgment on the wicked.”
“I want to stop you,” Mike
said with some frustration. “You mean to tell me that you think a Hell and
brimstone sermon from a Bible-thumping preacher is what I should be listening
to? What about grace and love?”
“My pastor only taught about
God’s grace and love,” Gary said calmly. “He never spoke of judgment on sin or
of a nation being judged for its wickedness, but I remembered reading about the
destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah as a young Christian. I was amazed that God
would burn a whole city, but Abraham pleaded with God to spare the city if
there were just 10 righteous people in the whole city. God agreed to spare it
for the sake of 10 righteous people. Abraham had seen God be very merciful to
him. But, the whole city of Sodom was so wicked that only Lot was considered
righteous. His wife disobeyed God’s command, which was announced by angels to
Lot and his family, not to look back at Sodom. But, she did and was turned to a
pillar of salt.”
“That was the Old Testament.
God is different today. He doesn’t judge,” Mike said, taking a bite from a
small chunk of bread.
“She was turned to a pillar
of salt because she refused to repent and forsake Sodom in her heart. America
has turned from God, and become like Sodom. That is why this country is being
“This country is not being
judged, Gary,” Mike said, angrily. “This is just the consequences of provoking
Russia to anger and making foolish financial decisions. It has nothing to do
with God’s judgment! God is not the same as He was in the Old Testament.”
“But, I remember a verse
where God says that He doesn’t change. James chapter 1 says that there is no
variableness with God. When God judges a nation for its wickedness, such as
ancient Israel, you can be sure He will judge America, and He is doing that
“Shut up,” Mike said in a
low, cold voice that throbbed with anger. “I don’t want to hear about God.
Frankly, I don’t even know if God exists. If He exists, He’s left us to suffer,
even though we are Christians. He’s forgotten us.”
“That is not true. God is
judging America for not repenting when He called out to it. I remember reading
Jeremiah and Ezekiel. We’re seeing those books unfold in America, just as they
did in ancient Israel and Judah. Jesus warned Jerusalem about the Romans
destroying their temple and persecuting the Jews, and He warned of a future
time when the same thing would be repeated by the Antichrist. Jesus said, in
Luke 21:20: ‘And when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies, then
know that the desolation thereof is nigh.’ He went on to warn the Jewish
people to flee from Jerusalem and Judea. But this applied to both the attacks
on Jerusalem in 70 A.D., by Titus, and the future attacks against the Jews by the
Antichrist, in the book of Revelation.”
“I’m done with this topic,”
Mike said. Leaning forward, he whispered, “Let’s talk about how we can escape
this base, but quietly.”
Steve was taken to the outskirts of a city near the
countryside. Maple, Chestnut, and Beech trees dotted the landscape in clusters
or patches. The farm fields appeared barren after a harvest. Two conjoined
diesel locomotives sped down some tracks, pulling a long train of shipping
containers on flatbed cars. They looked like a normal shipment being
transported by rail. But, Steve wondered, ‘Where are they headed?’
Hovering above the ground
with his Lord, both began moving with the train, accelerating. Soon, they
passed by the two locomotives at the front and continued flying down the
tracks. In little time, Steve caught sight of a fenced enclosure below. He and
Jesus slowed to hover over the enclosure. Long brown buildings, or barracks,
were arranged in rows, side by side, below. Square buildings and other
structures occupied a central grassy field that divided the formations of
barracks into two sections. A high fence about fifteen feet tall, covered with
razor wire, formed a large, square border around these structures. Watching the
activities below like eagles, sentries in guard towers lifted binoculars to
their eyes from time to time.
About a mile away sat a
mining operation. Tall silos, sloping conveyor belts, and other buildings for
processing coal identified it as a coal mine. Steve had seen pictures online,
but he knew very little about coal mining. In addition to the mining
structures, dozens of other buildings sat outside the fifteen-foot-tall fence
and its perimeter of guard towers. A corridor, lined on either side with razor
wire-topped chain link fences, connected the camp to a group of buildings which
were situated inside a fenced-in boundary. Guard towers also monitored this
Jesus brought Steve closer to
the camp until they were hovering twenty feet above the ground. Tall gates were
opened in a narrow, rectangular enclosure adjoining the base on the south side
of the large enclosure. Train tracks passed under the gates and through this
narrow strip of enclosed grass. In a few seconds, a loud horn could be heard
blaring as the conjoined diesel locomotives rolled down a railroad siding that
passed through these gates. Soon, the train slowly crawled to a stop before a
large gate that opened directly into the larger enclosure where the barracks
Soldiers came out through the
gates and began detaching locking bars that held the containers to the
flatbeds. A heavy-duty forklift reached for the first container and carefully
brought it into the camp. Russian soldiers surrounded it, tightening their grip
on their rifles. [See the "Footnote" at the end.] Once the forklift had set the container down, the guards
unbolted the doors and flung them open. Immediately, they started shouting and
motioning with their hands. Reluctantly, men wearing orange jump suits walk out
of the container. They appear to tired after having a long journey shut up in
the container. Then, Steve noticed small holes that had been cut into the sides
of the containers for air and ventilation.
The soldiers started shouting
at them to stand in formation. Some commotion followed, and a few fights
suddenly broke out between guards and prisoners. The guards slammed their
rifles into the angry prisoners that had attacked them and knocked the prisoners
to the ground. The guards shouted at them to stand. Some stood, but a few
remained on the ground. Some medics were sent for to attend to the wounded.
A man who looked like a
professional wrestler cursed the guards and suddenly went into attack mode. His
three-hundred pound body slammed into a guard nearby and knocked him off
balance. He ripped the guard’s rifle from his hands and grabbed the man by the
throat, choking him with a vice-like grip.
Jesus said to Steve, “I will now show you some events that will lead up to
the nuclear attacks on your nation. These events will shake your nation to the
core, but your nation will not repent from its wicked ways, nor will your
nation turn from its wickedness and pride. We will leave this concentration
camp and move to another location.”
With that, Jesus took Steve’s
hand and the formation of men, standing at attention, vanished from Steve’s
eyes to be replaced, the next moment, with the sparkling interior of a mall
concourse. People flowed through the corridor, going from shop to shop,
visiting with each other, and enjoying the social interaction of friends and
the pleasure of purchasing merchandise. Women with strollers, college students
with iphones, cliques of teenagers, husbands with their wives, and children
moved about in a sea of faces.
Steve and his Lord were about
fifteen feet above the white, glossy floor, facing a large fountain that once
bubbled up water over its descending troughs. But, the water had been shut off
and a sign nearby read “Out of order”. Banners hung from the ceiling on long
cables, proclaiming that store space was open at lower rates than before. Other
banners some distance away indicated that new space would soon be available for
any business or organization, regardless of political or religious association.
Steve could tell that the mall ownership was desperate for attracting
businesses or enterprises to lease floor space.
Jesus took him by the hand and the room faded away to be replaced with starry space. Steve appeared to be in outer space at about a thousand miles from planet Earth’s surface. He saw the continent of North America spread out before him, following the curvature of the earth. Clouds, resembling wisps of smoke, swirled over parts of Canada and over portions of the U.S. The view below began zooming into the western seaboard. The zoom-in continued, focused on a position of the ocean just off the California coast.
Container ships appeared, surrounded by multitudes of navy escort ships, such as cruisers, frigates, and destroyers. Steve could not tell what country they were from because he could only see them from high above. But, the zoom-in continued until he seemed to be a few hundred feet above the ships.
“What are all these vessels doing just off America’s coast?” he wondered to himself.
The view panned some miles away from the ships, toward the shore. Container ships were entering a port and some were already being unloaded by large gantry cranes. But, other container ships bristled with military hardware and tanks. Tanks, personnel carriers, and trucks were being loaded onto large flatbed, semi-truck trailers. Time passed quickly in this vision or dream, so that in just seconds of Steve’s time, the unloading operation was complete. Now, the trucks pulled out and headed down the streets toward their destinations.
“What is happening here, Lord Jesus?” Steve asked his Savior.
“My son, these are Chinese soldiers and sailors unloading their vehicles and equipment in preparation for the full-scale invasion of certain areas of America. They will invade and conquer America, and they will utterly destroy many cities and many people by way of poison gas, nuclear weapons, starvation, and bio-weapons. The bio-weapons that the Chinese and Russians have developed are very hazardous.
“Many will die from these plagues because many have rebelled against Me, and would not repent from their sins when I repeatedly called out to them. Many refused to seek Me when times got difficult, and chose rather to continue in sin, even though they knew I was calling out to them. Many chose to walk after their flesh, and after the world, than after Me. They knew the Gospel, but they rejected it because their sin was more pleasing to them. I am grieved with their hearts. Come, let us see what happened to America only weeks before this invasion is to take place.”
The scene changed to an aerial view of Chicago and Lake Michigan. Sparkling skyscrapers stood like a forest of silver pillars beside the calm water of the lake. From his vantage point above the city, Steve could see thousands of cars moving here and there like insects crawling through the grass. Suddenly, a fast-moving, metal object shot through the air and arched toward the city.