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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
Instantly, the dining room
faded to be replaced with a living room in a small home. The room was decently
decorated, but the furniture was second hand and the carpet was stained. A man
and his wife were sitting on a couch together, facing an older TV set. The
husband clicked it off with a remote and sighed, before setting it on a lamp
He had a mustache and goatee
and light brown hair. An older car, a dark green ‘98 Chevrolet Monte Carlo, sat
out in the driveway of their two bedroom house, with a small patch of oil
beneath it. The sound of children playing and laughing came from the bedroom at
the back of the small house.
“John,” the wife said, “so
tell me what’s troubling you.”
“Mary,” John said sighing, “I
just heard from my boss that he’ll try to keep me employed for four months, but
he said he can’t guarantee that he can keep me longer because business is
getting slow, since the economy is getting more difficult. There were fewer
contracts this year than for any year in the construction company’s history,
and it’s been around since 1974. It’s worse now than it’s ever been, Mary. We
will probably have to visit the food bank more than before. I just can’t afford
to put food on the table anymore, and we’ll have to cancel our cable service
this week. And, we’ll need to look for clothes at the thrift store from now
“At least,” Mary said, “I’m
still employed. But, my company has been shrinking too. They will keep me on
for a while I’m sure. People still need to eat, and the fast-food industry is
still alive, but it definitely has suffered from our bad economy.”
Jesus spoke to Steve, and as
He did, the sound faded. “My son,” Jesus said, “we will now return to the first
family and see their lot in life several months later.”
The scene returned to the
upper middle-class family. A self-moving rental van was parked outside the
two-story home. Patrick and Mary hefted some cardboard boxes into the back of
the moving van and secured them among the multitudes of boxes packed into the
space. Patrick looked over the stuff to make sure all was there before he shut
the rear gate and locked it with a padlock. The couple reentered the house to
check and see if they had got everything. After a few minutes, they emerged
from the front door and Patrick locked it.
“Well,” he sighed, “that is
the last we’ll see of our nice home. It will be a trailer court from now on.”
There three kids were playing
with small toys in the front yard and Mary called out to them, “Okay kids,
we’re leaving now, so get in the car with me and we’ll follow daddy to our new
The three children piled into
the maroon 2017 Chevrolet Tahoe with excitement on their faces. Steve could
tell they actually wanted to see what life would be like living in new
Suddenly, the two-story
suburban house was replaced by a trailer park. The moving van and the Chevy
Tahoe pulled to a stop at the side of the street beside a small trailer. Both
Peeling blue paint covered
the trailer, indicating it was in disrepair. A cracked concrete walkway, with
long grass pushing through the gaps, led up to a sagging porch and rotting,
moss-coated, flaccid, wooden steps. Seeing the property, Steve was surprised
that this family had moved there. Juniper bushes ringed the yard for privacy. A
short distance from either side of the trailer sat two other trailers in
similar disrepair. Weeds filled their yards and sprung up around old, rusty
bicycles and weathered, plastic toys.
Patrick planted his feet on
the pavement and grimaced at seeing the trailer, and thinking of what he had
left behind. He hoped his family would be able to manage having less than they
had before. But, seeing the dilapidated condition of the house triggered a deep
sense of depression. “Is this all I have after working 12 years at a white
collar job?” he whispered to himself.
A frowning face peered out at
the new family from a neighboring trailer window, but Patrick turned away,
trying to act like he hadn’t seen his new neighbor staring at him.
When the kids piled out of
the SUV, they became quiet and curious, looking at their new home. “Daddy, is
this where we’re going to live?” the oldest boy asked.
“Yes, Michael,” Patrick said.
“Thanks to a lousy economy and hyper-inflating dollar, my company collapsed.
Now, this is all I can provide for you with the new part time job I have
unloading freight. But, we are better off than some people I know of.”
“What do they have?” Michael
asked his father.
“Some are living in camper
trailers and tents, son,” Patrick said. “In fact, there is a whole tent city
just five miles out of town, and it is growing by the day. Some of my friends
live there now. They lost their jobs and couldn’t afford their mortgage
“Why did they lose their
jobs, daddy,” the little girl asked.
“Ashley,” Patrick said, “the
economy has become very weak, and because fewer people can afford special
things like lawn service, or home improvement, or brand new cars, people who
work in those industries cannot make ends meet. So, they lose their jobs, and
cannot afford to buy anything but some food. Companies that need people to buy
stuff from them cannot sell as much as they sold before.
“So, many companies have to
let go of employees so they can save costs. And, because food is so expense,
more of my income is going into buying food, and less into other areas of life.
Food today is ten times more expensive than it was a year ago. The government
is trying to meet this problem by printing more money, but that causes massive
inflation which does little to solve the problem.”
“What is the economy, daddy?
And, how does it work?” Ashley asked.
“Dear, it is really just the
making (or production) and the buying (or consumption) of goods and services
(like hair cutting) among a big group of people (or a community). One person
builds a house and another person buys the house. If no one buys the house, the
builder suffers and ends up with no money.
“Since the builder has no
money, his hair-cutter will not get any money from him. The builder cuts his
own hair,” Patrick said, pretending to cut his hair with invisible clippers.
“And, since the hair-cutter now makes less money, she can’t hire a lawn-mowing
company to mow her lawn. They also suffer because fewer people can afford to
hire their services. Since fewer people can afford to buy from my company, it
gets less business and less income. It’s more complicated than that, but that
is essentially what caused our financial problems.”
“Okay. That makes sense, I
guess,” the little girl said.
“My son,” Jesus said to
Steve, “let’s now go to the second family. We will see how their life is just a
few months down the road.”
Instantly, Steve was swept
away from the trailer park and placed down in the middle of a large city park.
Trash and decaying leaves littered the grass, and tents dotted the park,
clustering near hardwood trees. Trees spread their long finger-like twigs,
dropping the last autumn leaves against the backdrop of a grey, cloudy sky.
People dressed in warm clothing walked about the park and some gathered in
small groups to talk or trade small items. It didn’t appear that a medieval
fair was in town. This looked like a camp of homeless people, and as he
watched, Steve realized that that was the case.
He was standing a short
distance from a large camping tent. Blankets were spread over it to insulate it
better from the cool weather. A zipping sound came suddenly and the tent door
flopped open. It was John, the man who had owned the two-bedroom house. He
zipped the flap shut behind him and shuddered, pulling his thin jacket up his
neck. Steve couldn’t feel the temperature, but it must have been pretty cool.
Jesus spoke to Steve, “Let’s
follow him, son.”
Together, they both walked
behind John as he walked briskly through the park. At the edge of the park,
John turned onto a well-traveled street. After 10 blocks passed by, John turned
onto an intersecting street, which was lined with brick buildings, some
businesses, and small restaurants. Many of the business entrances were locked
and covered with signs declaring they were vacant. John got into a long queue
of people and patiently waited. Steve was amazed to see its length. This line
was three blocks long. Jesus touched Steve again, and time sped up at 100 times
the normal rate.
The long line shuffled
forward into a food bank and people quickly emerged from its doors, each
carrying a bag of groceries. John finally went in, and in little time came out
with a bag of groceries. Now, time returned to its normal rate. John shuffled
back down the street, toward the city park where his tent was located.
As he walked, a tall, curly-haired
man stopped him. “John,” he said, “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“It’s been a while, Frank.”
“How have you been? What’s
been happening in your life since I last saw you?” Frank said, slapping John on
“Times have been tough,” John
said. “Both I and My wife have lost our jobs. Her company closed down half of
its fast-food restaurants and let her go shortly after I lost my job. We had to
move out of the house, and it was foreclosed, and my car quit working, but we
sent our kids to live with my brother’s family because they have an extra
“Why didn’t you stay with
them?” Frank asked.
“I couldn’t put that burden
on my brother. He already has our parents, some nephews, and my younger sister,
and her husband staying with him. He has a full house and it’s a small house.”
“So, where are you staying?”
“We’re just 10 blocks from
here in a city park,” John replied, pointing in the general direction of the
Feeling a little guilty,
Frank back up a half step and said, “I would have you stay with me, but my
house is full. I have three nephews and their families, two of my cousins, my
brother’s family, and my parents staying with me. So, 24 people—including my wife and I—live under the same roof. Our house
is your average three-bedroom, single-story house. I had to install makeshift
walls in the basement to provide temporary bedrooms. It’s like a zoo in there.”
“How do you feed them?” John
“They all visit food pantries
in our area. But, I’m glad I got a small raise last month. Really, if you have
a large home, expect to use it to house your extended family. Times are tough,
but hopefully soon the economy will go into a recovery.”
“I hope so too,” John said,
“My son,” Jesus said to
Steve, “now we will go to another part of this town, and show the collapse of
society, and you will never forget the destruction that you see. That way, you
will be able to warn your family of the coming judgment which I shall bring on
America for all its wickedness and rebellion against Me.
“What you have witnessed with
these families is the despair and hopelessness that they experience as they
find food prices going through the roof, and housing costs soaring. They will
experience financial hardships as their jobs begin to fail them, and as food
gets more and more costly to purchase. The hardships they experience during
this time of soaring prices and increasing inflation will only get worse,
because your country is hardening itself greatly against Me. Judgment shall
fall on all the land, for I the LORD your God have spoken it. Now, let us go to
In a split second, Steve was
instantly taken to an alley. It was a wider alley than most, and was filled
with litter and smashed wooden pallets, but the next thing he noticed about the
alley struck him like a hammer. Dozens of homeless people milled about in the
alley, filling it from end to end. Some sat on the ground, leaning against the
brick walls on either side of the alley. Others were sleeping on old sleeping
bags. A small, blue, single-person tent was set up against one wall. Some of
the homeless were smoking, but the majority of them huddled around metal
barrels filled with burning flammable garbage which produced small, wispy
clouds of smoke. Few of them appeared to be truly comfortable. Most wore thin jackets
patched with duct tape, and were shivering from the cold.
Steve wanted to do something
to help, but he realized that he was seeing a vision. He approached a bearded
man sitting beside the blue tent. He was shivering and was trying to keep warm
with sheets of newspaper tucked around his thin, red hooded jacket. A faded
logo on the front was crumbling and peeling off, indicating he got it used or
had or for a long time.
A short time later, he stood
up and walked toward the alley exit. Steve felt that he should follow him. The
man walked for a block before he reached a city park where was located a large
gazebo with a bathroom. He pushed the door open and vanished inside. A short
time later, he stepped out.
Jesus touched Steve’s
shoulder and time fast-forwarded. At this time rate, the homeless man zipped
back down the street and back into the alley, his legs turning into a blur as
he walked. Then, time returned to its normal rate of passage. As he entered the
alley, the bearded man gasped, staring at a specific spot in the alley. “My
tent,” he shouted, “who stole my tent?”
Several people looked at him,
curiously, but they soon turned away. One man with a long black beard and a
John Deere hat said, “I saw a young man with a white jacket take a blue tent
“Where did he go?” the red-jacket wearer asked.
“I think he went across the
street at the far end of the alley. I think he had the tent folded under his
right arm and the poles tucked under his left.”
Without saying another word,
the red-jacket wearer charged down the alley and darted across the street on
the other side just before a white pickup roared through. People hurried out of
his way, surprised at the fierceness of his face. Steve ran after him, and
found that he could run faster than he normally was able to. The homeless man
ran down an alley on the other side of the street, past more homeless people.
He turned a corner and caught sight of the thief. A young man with a white
sweater was shoving a blue object into a black duffel bag.
“Stop!” the red-jacket wearer
roared. “That’s my tent!”
The man with the white
sweater drew an object from the duffel bag and aimed it at the homeless man. It
was a snub-nose revolver.
“Don’t come any closer,” he
“You have a tent in your
duffel bag, don’t you?” the red-jacket wearer said.
“Yes, but I need it,” the
young man said. “I’m homeless too and I think it’s time you shared with your
“I bought that tent just
before being kicked out of my trailer. You don’t have a right to take that from
me. It’s so cold at this time of year and the homeless shelter is overcrowded.
Please, give me back my tent.”
“I’m going to sell it on the
black market,” the young man said. “Try and stop me.”
The red-jacketed homeless man
dropped his shoulders, turned around, and slowly walked back the way he had
The young man shook his head
and finished packing the tent into his black duffel bag. Then, placing a strap
over one shoulder, he walked away toward a bus stop.
“What is going on here, Lord
Jesus?” Steve asked Jesus, who was standing beside him.
“My son,” Jesus said,
lovingly, “the homeless man that you witnessed trying to retrieve his stolen
tent represents the desperate and needy people that will live in inner cities
and suburbs, where there will be much poverty and crime. Homeless people will steal
from homeless people, even if what they steal is not worth that much.
“Because times will be so
hard for them, they will steal from anyone they can to make a few dollars, here
or there. The darkness in your land will increase, and as it does, so also will
the crime and poverty increase. For, destruction comes upon those who refuse to
seek Me, and who refuse to repent from sin I convict them about. I don’t wish
for this to happen, but it happens because of the wickedness of men’s hearts.
“Now, we will view a scene of
great devastation that shall come upon your cities and upon your military bases
in the land of America, and in the land of Canada. Let us move from here.”
[Footnote: Russians are not the enemy, neither are the Chinese. Both are people just like you and me. But, God will use Russia and China to judge wicked nations, which will not repent from their rebellion against Him.]