It wasn’t just a building—it was a city and a mountain of steel stretching for the skies. I had been there before—in other dreams—meeting in its conference rooms, digging in its mines, climbing it under a storm.
Is this that same building that collapsed at the edge of the sea when the hurricane hit?
I was pulling the chains to lift the coils of steel—around me, fire erupted from the furnaces in the ground.
An older woman with blond-dyed hair approached me. “Let’s go,” she said. “We have a meeting to attend. Then, we’ll let you guys go home.”
I knew what it was about. I had seen it happen several times before: people wondering at bright lights in the sky and then crying in terror when they discerned foreign fighter jets.
I followed her into deep dark halls lit with dim red lights then vanishing in the darkness.
I came accross my wife and my son, who were evacuating. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll catch up with you.” I saw them vainish in the halls.
A voice came through the speakers: “All people are dead,” it said.
How many thousands?, I wondered.
I knew what was coming—America would declare war, and a war unlike any we’ve seen before would follow.
Questions for Discussion
- Given the current events in Ukraine, how likely is it that America will be pulled into the war?
- What events have led the U.S. to declare war at other times in history?
- What do you think the storms, fire, red lights, and darkness represent in the story?
- Do you personally beleive current events have anything to do with biblical prophecy? What if they do? What if they don’t?