(OPINION) Charisma – Recently I awakened from a dream of a horrendous nuclear attack upon America. I was at a church service in San Bernardino, California, and was assisting with a fundraiser for a ministry. Upon its conclusion, I learned of another ministry needing help raising funds at a service in which 2,700 believers were attending.
I was with a fellow evangelist, and I asked him, “Do they need my help?” And she answered that they did, in fact, need my assistance. I went to my car to drive there to assist. As I was walking to my car, I heard a tremendous explosion.
I turned around to see the source. I saw a gigantic mushroom of reddish, black, and white clouds billowing up into the sky far away. I knew that we were in imminent danger, and if there was any chance to survive, I had better get in my car and drive in the opposite direction as fast as I could.
When I entered my car, an unsaved nephew of mine was crouched on the floor of the front passenger seat. I looked up, and I saw a multitude of missiles flying overhead. We braced for explosions.
I touched his shoulder and began praying that God would save us from the onslaught of a missile attack that could kill us at any moment. The missile attack continued. Hundreds upon hundreds of missiles were flying overhead.
It seemed to be nonstop. I continued to worship out loud, and I asked God to prepare our souls to be with Him for all eternity. Then a missile struck the ground nearby, but it had not detonated in the sky. I knew that it could still explode.
I started the engine and backed out of the parking lot onto the road. I attempted to drive as fast as I could in reverse to get away from its possible imminent explosion, but my car began to slow down. An electromagnetic pulse had caused the engine to fail. My car slowly came to a halt, and I found myself with fellow Americans who were noticeably disturbed. Our nation was in deep trouble—a fight for its existence. Then I woke up. READ MORE
