An Updated Rerun Series
Just weeks after my salvation in 1985, I had dreams and visions. Most were about this and that, but there has been one recurring dream which I’ve had in almost every city I’ve ever lived in.
The dream has always been about explosions, gas pipes blowing up, bridges being destroyed, cars falling into rivers, buildings being destroyed, death and devastation. And the dream has always been adapted to the particular city that I lived in at the time.
For instance, in Virginia Beach (VA), I saw US navy ships at the Norfolk Naval Station being attacked by missiles and bombs. Powerful ships sank into the bay, much like the ships at the bombing of Pearl Harbor. In a matter of moments, the largest naval station in the world was gone.
Maybe some people might attribute my dreams to a wild imagination and pepperoni pizzas, but that would not explain the many people who have had similar dreams.
Moving to California was certainly not on my life’s to-do list, but in August, 2001, Honey was upset with our sales jobs in Virginia Beach, Virgina. She kept seeking the Lord about something different and new for us.
Then, one day she said, “Larry, the Lord wants us to move to California. Pray about this, okay?”
I cringed when she mentioned moving to California; the land of nuts and fruits – yuck! But I caved in to Honey’s pleas and sought the Lord for a few days.
What happened is that the Lord filled my heart with an overwhelming peace, much like morphine mellows out a person who is suffering extreme pain.
And also, at the same time, I felt the Lord say that He would show me a sign sometime during our trip to the West Coast on His reason for our moving to California.
Thus, we loaded a twenty-four foot Ryder truck with our belongings and headed for California. Along the way, we stopped at our children’s and parents’ homes in Pittsburgh (PA), Polo (IL), Faribault (MN) and then, Glidden and Jefferson, Iowa.
Ask someone what he was doing on September 11, 2001, and he’ll probably remember. For me, I was sitting at a computer in Jefferson, Iowa, checking emails. Honey was in the bedroom and Honey’s uncle was sitting in a recliner watching the Today Show. Then, the first plane hit the World Trade Center. And then, the second plane.
Two hours later, both towers collapsed. A third plane crashed into the Pentagon and a fourth one crashed in a Pennsylvania field. We were glued to the TV sets, wondering what was happening to our nation.
But somehow in the midst of the confusion, I knew 911 was my sign from the Lord for moving to California.
Before you get all huffy, remember: 911 was going to happen whether Honey and I obeyed God or not. The Lord just used the tragedy – which He knew about ahead of time – to imprint on my heart that America was at war.
So, how does my journey out of the traditional church fit into all of this, right?
I see possible major terrorist attacks hitting San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Portland and Seattle. These terrorist attacks may not be low-level ones like 911, but instead, they may be nuclear or electro-magnetic pulse attacks. Hundreds of thousands of lives may be at risk.
And just like 911, we are not prepared.
Our federal and state governments, police departments and whatever are helpless. At best, we can expect them to show up with body bags to stuff corpses into, but that’s about it. So, don’t misplace your faith and hope in our governments. It’s a waste of time, time which we have too little of!
The only hope for the West Coast (and America) is the church. The one with Jesus Christ as the Head.
Yet, this underscores a major problem which the Body of Christ has in America.
(Continued in Part 12)