I had another dream about war last night. This time, the war was coming to our own city of Florence.
I was with several other people, serving as watchmen in a tall building overlooking what may have been East Palmetto Street. Down below us, the street was completely closed to all incoming traffic.
What was blocking it? Huge broken-up strips and chunks of pavement. The street had been deliberately demolished by chopping wide, long and deep holes into it.
No vehicle could drive more than a few feet before encountering a large hole, or pile of debris.
Off to the side in the near distance I could see trucks moving – pickup trucks, dump trucks and flatbeds, old and new.
They were carrying huge squares of concrete and chucks of metal that would be used to close off the side streets. Anyone who got through our blockades would have to be on foot.
Something – or someone – was coming to fight against us right here in Florence, but we weren’t fleeing. We were barricading the main highways into town. We were planning to make a stand.
That’s when I awoke, not frightened, just aware. The battle has already started in the spirit world, the battle for the hearts and souls of freedom-loving Americans. Apathy. Distractions. Economics. Troubles of many kinds. “Don’t worry, be happy.” Or maybe, “Don’t pray, be happy”?
Some people think praying is for sissies, or that it doesn’t do any good. I’m not one of those. But how to pray for our country in the days ahead, that is the question.
Mercy, Father, please have mercy on us! America’s utmost need is God’s Mercy.