Dreams and Visions

Intercession for Phoenix

Churches Burning

I had gone to bed and had quickly fallen asleep. As I was sleeping, I began to dream. This was not a normal dream for me. As I dreamed, I dreamed someone had a hand on me. This hand was shaking me in my bed. When I opened my eyes I looked up at a person who was dressed as an Army helicopter pilot. When our eyes met he then stopped shaking me. This pilot was in full flight gear. His helmet fit snug over his head. His face was hidden behind the dark colored glare visor. As he stood over me, he told me to get up quickly and quietly. He said to me in a dry but courteous voice “be careful and do not wake your wife. She was to get her rest tonight”.

I was wondering about all this and then it dawned on me there was a noise in the background of rushing air in a repetitive sequence. The sound was very familiar to me. There was that familiar sound and yet I could not recognize it. I began to get dressed. As I slipped my pants and socks on, the pilot reached out to me with my walking boots. I obediently slipped them on and double tied them like a third grader ready for a game outdoors. I somehow knew my laces, were not to be a problem to night. I stood up to tuck my shirt in and fix my collar; the pilot spoke again, under his breath “Your just going for ride to see your event; not meet the Messiah! Come on, you look fine. Take my hand. Quickly now.”

Just then, I noticed the pilot was standing a little higher than my head. I had to lift my head to see him. He was crouching a little to get me to take his hand. He reached out a gloved hand for me to take. I followed his instructions and took his hand. As I moved following his lead the scene came into plain view. I was standing in my second story master bedroom that has two large windows overlooking our condominium’s parking lot and our back patio.

There was slight change to the scene. I noticed that our large bedroom windows were gone and the giant hole was left by the missing windows was open to the night air. Out-side my window about 30 feet was the answer to the familiar sound I heard but did not recognize. There was a large helicopter hovering perfectly, next to our building. My eyes then noticed a large shiny metal ramp running from beneath the right door all the way over to our wall. It was long enough to come into the room about three feet. The pilot was now standing over the still and pulling me up on to the ramp. When I was completely on the ramp, he told me not to look down. I assure you I did not look down. I was busy marveling how a helicopter without a pilot could hover so steadily. It looked similar to a Huey from the Vietnam era. This craft was unique. The pilot sat in the middle of the cockpit and there was a second seat three or so feet directly behind his. Against the back wall was a familiar bench seat with three seatbelt harnesses. There were five seats and harness in all.

I distinctly remember those three harnesses on the backbench seat. Some how we got across the space from my wall to the helicopter. As the pilot helped me into the single front passenger seat, He said, “Ramp – please come in now.” That long ramp just started to retract into the side of the floor. I thought that we would tilt over when the ramp left my wall as a support. As it pulled away from my wall the helicopter just stayed level and was just hovering there with all that weight extended out on one side without a counter balance of any kind. I kept thinking ‘What a marvelous machine this was’. The pilot went forward and seated himself in the single center seat. I heard or felt a clunk as the ramp was totally out of sight and safely put away.

The helmeted pilot turned toward me and said “Are you ready?” I replied “I guess so, Where are we going?” The pilot turned around to look forward and started to chuckle. He said, “You will soon see.”

As the word, ‘see’ echoed in my ears, I noticed that he had his helmet plugged into the pilot’s chair with a helmet communication cable. By now it dawned on me he had placed a helmet on me when he strapped me in to my seat. I had heard the pilot’ s words from the helmets communication speakers. I stuck out my tongue and touched the mike head and mount inside my helmet I thought that should be located in front of my mouth. Just as I was taking all this in the helicopter took off from hovering and went straight up. My stomach was still hovering over my parking lot; meanwhile the rest of my body was neatly pressed into the floor. I thought my eyes were at floor level by the time we stopped I had no idea as to how high we were. I was too busy hoping to encounter my stomach again to actually look out and get a bearing of some kind. Besides, the stopping motion lasted barely enough time to let my stomach and eyes catch up with the rest of me. Then we were off again. Our new direction was forward and at a slight decent. This forward angle was no more that fifteen degrees (15). Our forward speed was about half of the previous ascent. I looked down and I thought that the land below me looked tiny.

I kept thinking to myself what kind of helicopter was this anyway? Helicopter no way, a new jet maybe. Or was it a combo craft, both helicopter and jet aircraft was the topic of my thoughts as we flew on.

We flew on into the night, with nothing but the stars of heaven above. I noticed that the pilot was whistling an old familiar tune. I think it was a religious tune from the late seventies. It seemed to please him a lot. As I heard the melody, it had a calming effect on me. As I calmed down, I began to look around to check out my new surroundings. Looking outside into the night I could make out a few farms with dim lights and lots of dark open country. As we flew I could make out small and large city lights off in the distance all around us as we flew on.

I think the console gyro read due east for our current flight path. I could not read any other gauges but there were several more but the pilots body was in the way. All the gauges were right in front of the pilot. The rest of the dash was empty. There was a paperback book stuffed in the right corner of the windshield. The book reminded me of a paperback bible with all the ends turned up from heavy use.

If the pilot read the bible then I must be in a safe place, I remember thinking. Suddenly I noticed a dash light went off by blinking off and on. I remember seeing the side of the pilot’s helmet reflecting the colored light. I heard the pilot speak in my earphones and say, “Were here!” I asked back ‘where was here?’ He replied quickly “Right where you are to be”.

Below us was a large city and it was easy to view because it was brightly lit up with lots of streetlights. The light was so bright; the whole city could be viewed, in good detail, from our craft. The pilot then said “Hold on, here we go” Hold on was not correct instructions to give just then. The helicopter stopped its forward flight and just stopped in mid air. Then it dropped a lot faster than a rock. I was thankful, that I was tightly strapped to the seat by the belt harness. The rest of me came up and visited those shoulder straps. My feet and legs were in the air and now my stomach and eyes were all at my shoulders.

As fast as we dropped we stopped. Then I had the sensation of coming down into my seat with my head and shoulders. I slowly began to feel the rest of my body come back into normal adjustment. I remember wiggling my toes in my boots and feeling very good about myself when I felt them wiggle. After those thoughts passed, I told myself “OK so far so good”. My next thought was “Now then, where are we?”

I looked out the right side door, which was open all this time and saw that we were sitting about three hundred (300’) feet in the air. We were definitely hovering over a central area park. I could see lots of trees and walking paths.

As we sat there I had this thought in the back of my brain, “Something was out of place, not right. Then it dawned on me what was wrong. ‘There are no cars or busses’ I cried.

I could not see any motor transport anywhere. How could there be a large city with out cars or buses? I looked out the left door, which was open like the right door and still I saw the more of this vast city but no cars.

I then heard sirens off in the distance. I was surprised how a familiar sound could calm me so fast. I thought “Now what?” It was obvious that I was here to experience something. What is it? This question was beginning to stir up my emotions. All of a sudden, I could see many lights, way down one of the main streets leading away from the park I leaned over in my seat to look in that direction and the helicopter rotated to let me get a better view from the right door. Then we began to move. Going down the street, I saw many lights moving around in all directions. I noticed that they were actually going away from us. I asked the pilot to get closer. He did not answer but the helicopter began to move toward the light sideways to keep my view clear. As we drew closer, I could tell that the lights were old fashioned torches held high by a rather large crowd of people. Here was a huge mob going down the street. Why were they out like this? They did not act like a riot because they did not disturb any property or loot as they went. They were yelling out something rather flippantly. As we got closer, we could see that the crowd was composed of people of all ages.

Mothers with little kids in strollers, elderly men and women, young men and women as well made up this mob. The reason they were marching was beyond me. Why where they so angry was also a mystery.

As the front edge of the crowd reached the next intersection, someone shouted, “There’s one. Let’s get them and burn them out”. As one voice the crowd cried out “Yes – Lets burn them out. Let no one escape”.

Wow what was I seeing here in front of me? I looked across the intersection and there was a lovely large church building. Over the front doors was a large high pointed steeple. We were hovering about 50 feet above the top of the steeple. We began to swing around to our right to give me a wider view of the scene before me. As the crowd approached the steps of the church the front doors opened and three people came out. Together they locked the doors behind them. Then the three turned around to face the oncoming crowd. They stood tall and proud on those steps as the angry crowd pressed near.

Then the three people began to shout out to the crowd “Do not do this horrible thing! Do not touch the Lord’s church.” Then voices in the crowd cried back “You hypocrites. You sat week after week in this church and never told us about Jesus and His Father. You never told us how to make peace with God through the narrow gate called Jesus of Nazareth. So you die tonight. At least die like brave men and women” By the time those words were spoken the crowd had reached the people on the steps and the three cried out for help at the same time. No one helped them. The three were, immediately trampled, then set on fire by the angry crowd. As the crowd now began to beat on the door with tools and axes I heard people on the inside beginning to pray. Inside a minister was leading them in a prayer asking for divine help to save them. Suddenly a side window came crashing in on some that were near as a torch came through the window. When the torch touched the person at the end of a pew, he immediately burst into flames. The flames reached out like tongues and set those all around this man on fire. In a moment, other windows broke to thrown torches and more people were set on fire.

I screamed out “Lord help them. Oh please help them, help them” All that happened was that I saw the pilot grab both sides of his helmet with his hands. Evidently I had shouted so loud into the head mike that I hurt his ears. Oh well was my thought. Here were people dying right before my eyes. Here were men, women, and little children all being burned up like old wood.

Then I thought ‘How could this be? People do not burn like this. When real people are burned they twist and turn away from the fire in pain and scream until the fumes suffocate them. In this process, the hot gases that they have just breathed in would destroy their delicate pair of lungs, immediately.’

The scene before my eyes was a large crowd of church people burning like wooden tiki carvings. As they burned, they all were standing shoulder-to-shoulder and burning like a giant log pile of stacked wood. I saw men, women and children all burning up. I screamed and screamed for the Lord to help them. Evidently, the pilot had adjusted the helmet comms. volume to block out my screams because he just sat there and flew the helicopter. We flew all around that church as each window was broken and we had a good view of the interior. Eventually the roof caught fire and then it fell in on the burning people. As the fire raged on, the walls began to fall into the fire and land on top of the last bits of the roof. The destruction was complete.

As the flames whipped up I noticed the angry mob was cheering and crying out to the dead people. They shouted “There! You got what you deserved; you cowardly church people”. Others cried out “Did you like the fire and brimstone we brought you?” One old lady cried “Guess you finally found out about hell tonight?”

Then someone in the crowd cried out “There is another church down the street. Let’s get it before they get away”. As one man the crowd turned and marched angrily down the street to the next church. At the front door stood two more church people. These two looked like older men in very nice suits. They stood tall and had their arms folded across their chests as they waited for the crowd. The crowd came within three feet of those two men and stopped. One of the churchmen raised his hand to speak. The crowd became very quite. It was so quiet it was frightening to me. I wanted to warn those two to get away from the church now. I was screaming “Save yourself’” inside the helmet.

One of the churchmen then said “People you have over reacted tonight. Do not harm us nor our children this night, we beg you. We are just people like you”. Then someone back in the crowd said “Sure we will leave and let you band of cowards live. We will let hypocrites live. Yeah sure!”

Someone from the crowd threw an axe and it went through the man on the left. As the man on the right looked at his dying companion falling to the ground some else ran up with a flaming torch and set him aflame. He burned just like the others at the first church. He burnt like a dried out piece of wood.

Then the bloody axe was pulled out of the now lifeless body and it was used it to chop away at the doors. By this time, the second dead man was also on fire and burning brightly. I then could hear the windows breaking and the first licking sounds of a roaring fire came from inside the church. By now the entire church congregation was burning. Then the walls and roof caught fire. We had to back away from the fire since the heat was so intense.

I had a hard time watching the actions of the crowd. They acted so jubilant. They were excited and happy to see the fire burn and crackle. It was as if the brighter the flames then the merrier they became.

I now saw mothers kissing their babies and men and women were patting each other on the back for doing such a good job tonight. They were even keeping score. I heard one young man cry out ”Churches zero, crowd two.”

Then I heard someone cry out “Are there anymore churches here in our neighborhood? Another voice replied, “There’ s one on every corner, what’s your rush we have all night to burn them down”

By now, I was sick to my stomach. I could not believe my eyes and ears. I was thinking ‘what was going on. Why was this crowd so angry at the church?’

I asked the pilot to take me away but he gave no answer nor did he turn his head back towards me. As I sat there and cried my heart out, the helicopter began to move away from that crowd. As we moved I thought ‘ Oh good were done with this horrible nightmare’. However all we did was hop over one city block and we came upon another church. We stopped moving and began to hover over the roof of this new church. Our timing revealed that another large angry crowd was surrounding it. I could see at the front door of this mid sized church three young beautiful women were kneeling and praying out loud in high voices. They prayed for the Lord to come and deliver them from this terrible crowd. When the three women stopped for a breath the crowd rushed in to attack the three ladies. These three were violently murdered. The crowd found the front door locked. They began to chop at the front doors, by now the discarded bodies of those three women were set on fire. They burned so bright that the light from their flames helped the men chopping at the doors to see where to strike with their axes.

We flew on just as the church roof fell in on the little congregation. The sound of the fire was loud and horrible. The crackling of the flames was very loud. It rivaled the cries of the angry mob cheering on those deadly flames.

Finally we saw the last church in that city go up in flames. I think I lost count after forty-two churches had gone up in flames. Then the helicopter flew straight up again. I stopped just as before and then it flew forward at a slight decline. I could see another large city loom up on the horizon now. It looked huge and it was very well lit up. In fact, to well lit up for me. As we slowed and began to hover over the center of the city, I noticed a large river flowing through the very heart of down town. The city skyline reminded me of Chicago. I noticed why I could see so well in the night time. Church after church was on fire all around me. There were angry crowds milling about looking for more churches to burn. This was becoming similar to a monster movie with the angry villagers taking matters into their own hands to solve the problem caused by the evil scientist. This was not a B movie it was real life. To me it was real and very frightening. No popcorn for me please. By now I had enough of death and destruction.

I begged the pilot to take me anywhere but here. He answered me with an emotionless “OK”. Suddenly we went straight up again. As we lifted up the over the city I could see hundreds of fires. Fires of all sizes were burning out of control everywhere. I noticed in this large overview that no other property was physically damaged this night. How could only churches that were Christian be singled out? All denominations were included in the attacks. Not one existing church building would be spared. Even all the signs out front of every church were blazing as intently as the building and people in them.

All I could think of was how could the enemy overpower Christians and kill them all. There were no survivors so far. One thing that struck me was how none of the people inside the burning churches tried to run out and away to safety. They all just seemed to stand their dumb and just burn like logs lit with a match. They burned better than dry tinder. Why? I asked myself. It was obvious my pilot had a mission to fly this night and he was sticking to the flight plan and not ready to talk.

After more than fifty cities had been viewed by my now dry eyes. I had no tears left. The sorrow in my heart was so heavy I felt as if I could not take a breath.

As we began an ascent over the last city the helicopter suddenly stopped. It began to hover for a minute or two then we started to rotate 360 degrees. This allowed me to take in the complete view all around us. I was shocked with the orange panoramic view. I could make out many landmarks by all the fires around us. I felt trapped in my seat and harness with a large burden and aching in my heart that so many churches were burning. It then became apparent that we were viewing the entire eastern seaboard of the US and Canada. Everywhere my eyes looked, that area was all lit up before me. Plainly we could view the major cities and their major landmarks and waterways. From Quebec to Tampa, Florida, the fires were raging. After giving me a good view of all this destruction we began to travel due west. We maintained the same high altitude and flew on steadily.

As we crossed the shinny Mississippi, there were plenty of raging fires in all the cities below. I could see northward into Canada and I know that I could see Dallas, Texas to my left. Everywhere I looked, there was more destruction. It was as if the church I knew was being systematically being eradicated off the surface of the planet.

We stopped at many more cities and towns to view more destruction. It seemed as if every place we lived in North America every church was on fire and burning out of control.

What had made these church people run to their church buildings and wait for the crowds to come? Those angry people came and came until there was not one church left standing. So many Christians; had been destroyed this night. This included so many children and babies. These church people lost all their families to these flames.

I gave up screaming to those two or three church people who tried to stop the angry crowds. Not one of them ever survived the crowd. I noticed that those on the steps could move and talk yet they all were still powerless in front of these mobs.

I remember hovering over Seattle and then dropping down over San Francisco. In our approach to San Francisco, we came in over the Oakland area. I thought ‘Here in this city full of people who had scoffed at the Lord and His commandments, that they would be the ones burning’ Again, I was wrong. Here in this large city it was the same. Church after church was ablaze. Each one full of people just standing there in flames dumb and immobile. They stood just like lifeless logs and sticks.

The Northern Hemisphere, including the US and Canada was not spared by all these fires. Somehow, I knew that even Alaska, could not spared from this orgy of fire.

I wanted to rip my eyes out so that I could not see any more destruction. ‘Could not anyone stop all this destruction?’ I cried. In all this time, my pilot had not spoken a word to me. He never turned his head to look at me. He just flew his flight plan. As everything began to burn around me, I became more adjusted to the gore and the flickering light. I guess my senses were over loaded. I think I was numb from the rush of sorrow and pains of just watching all this universal destruction.

As we began to move I needed to know the purpose of all this destruction. What was the purpose behind all of this death? Why was I an observer? Again, my thoughts turned to the fate of my home church? Was it now burning brightly as the others I had viewed? “What about my brothers and sisters at our little church?” I screamed out to my pilot.

Suddenly we flew straight up. Then we stopped just as suddenly as the very first trip up.

Then we began to drop down and to our right. We got over Phoenix and the fires were just as bright here as any other city I had seen this night.

We stopped just over my parking area and then the pilot spoke. He said “Ramp-Please open up to the right” As soon as I heard his voice in the speakers of my helmet, the ramp came out. It began extending itself until it reached through that same hole in my back wall. The pilot unhooked his belt harness and helmet mike cord. Then with the helmet still on and the visor still down he got up and released me from my harness. He then helped me remove my helmet. He walked me out onto the ramp and into my room. I jumped down from the ramp and the pilot, still silent, waved goodbye to me As he waved, the ramp re-tracked itself. It began to move back out of my room. That ramp took him right back to the helicopter. Just as it was tucking itself into the side of the floor the pilot just stepped inside. He gracefully got into his seat and strapped himself in. As suddenly as before the helicopter rose straight up. In a moment, it was out of sight. I heard a sound and two men down below me were coming up on two ladders replacing my two windows. I heard them say “Good as new. Lets go we got two more to do night”.

Here I was standing in the dark in my bedroom fully dressed. I began to undress and as I got into bed, I muttered to myself “Dear Lord, what is to become of the church?”

I then fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke to a normal day. I remember my wife asking me if I was all right. Did I sleep well was her question. I replied, “No dear I think a big part of last night was spent in prayer for the church.” She said “Good. I like knowing that the church at large is covered in prayer.”

I told no one of my dream experience.

I went to work and lived a normal exterior life to all around me. On the inside I was grieving and wondering at the same time what was going on with me in the Spirit world. How could I have such a horrible dream?

That night I went to bed at my normal time. My wife acted as if all was well and this was another normal night to go to bed and sleep. I remember thinking that at least this thing is past me now. No more dreams of people burning up in churches.

After I fell a sleep I began to dream. I said “OH NO. Not again!” For here again was the same helmeted pilot shaking me to wake me up and get dressed again. Everything was starting to repeat the night before. As I was being strapped in to my passenger seat again I began to cry and beg to the pilot. “Please do not do this to me again, please”.

I begged and begged and I cried just like I had cried the night before after viewing all that tragedy of fire and flames with death.

Again my pilot was silent. No humming the tune this time he was on a mission and I was the viewing subject.

We took off just like last night, and we retraced all the cities and towns exactly like before. I saw the saw church people who met the crowds die and then catch on fire. Then I saw their comrades inside those churches catch on fire and burn like dry tinder. They caught fire so fast and burned for a long time.

Most of this trip I tried to close my eyes but the memories of the night before was just as bad as viewing the repeat imagery I was seeing.

As we completed the mission over San Francisco, I could tell the pilot was getting ready for the flight to the next city. We came to a complete and sudden stop. The pilot then rotated the craft to face due west (per the console compass). Then we were off. It seemed like we had flown only a few minutes. We stopped over a strange shoreline and then began a gradual decent into the interior of this continent. I thought are we over China? Suddenly I heard a “Yes, very good”, in my helmet’s speakers.

He speaks I thought. I could see a few fires burning here and there Most of them were in the large cities all along the coast. As we flew past the coast the interior of the continent was void of the too familiar church fires.

We stopped again and then began our now normal rapid decent still traveling due west. After flying forward for just a minute, we stopped and began to hover over a small city with a large river in the middle of it. On the far side of the river the helicopter stopped and hovered over a small very plain, two-story apartment building. Through the building’s windows I could see Chinese people praying and walking about in the large room. Some had their arms up and were in deep prayer.

“Hey”, I cried out to my pilot, “Wait a minute! Why are these Christians not in a church facing an angry mob? This is not fair. I thought ‘What is going on here?’ at that moment. In desperation, I cried out. “Dear Lord, please tell me what is going on? Why are these people safe?”

My pilot turned to face me over his right shoulder. He still had the glare shield down over his face. At this new angle to me, his face was a shadow on the inside of his glare shield. The lights from the dash allowed me to see through the glare shield and I could make out his mouth and lower jaw as he spoke. I heard nothing in my helmet. He looked at me and pointed to my helmet and communications cord. I had been so upset I had accidentally unplugged my helmet. After I realized what he was pointing at I reattached my cable and heard him repeat himself. He said, “ Jim, here in China the followers of Jesus have been under such heavy persecution that they have not been able to act like church people that you are familiar with.

All that these people have is themselves, one bible in Mandarin and the Holy Spirit to guide them. These people are not an abomination to the Lord and no judgment from heaven has been sent to their town or group.”

I was dumbfounded. I was also very upset at the word judgment used by my pilot. I said, “Hey, excuse me Sir. In the church, we have the Word in many versions and many teachers to help us understand the commandments of the Lord. We have so many study guides and books to help us to attain more in our walk with God.

The pilot said back to me rather flatly “So what do you want from the Lord, a special commendation button? Don’ t you understand that you please Him only when you actually do what the Lord has commanded you to do? Just studying the Word and sharing it amongst yourselves serves no real purpose.

These Chinese Christians and other like then around the world have no church building. Through all their tribulation and problems they know that they are the Church. They support with what they have each other and those that labor among them. All their money is given to help each other and those in need around them.

Right now their pastor knows he is to be arrested later this night. A prophet has met him tonight and told him to get ready for the police. That pastor is now praying for his successor who will need to continue training the people to trust the Lord Jesus no matter what happens. Right now, these people are pleading with Lord to rescue their pastor from the police. If not then please help the next one called to replace him They also want to grow up in the knowledge of Christ very quickly so they can witness with more results, and have more power in their prayers. They believe in the signs and wonders that follow the teaching and preaching of the Word of the Lord.

“Wait Sir” I replied, “You mean we are not doing what we are told to do in the Commandments of Jesus and the bible.”

“You are not” he replied to me. He then explained “This is why your are having this dream. You must tell others to re-examine the Bible. You all are then to ask the Lord for wisdom and understanding. HE will send His Spirit and give you and the leaders understanding and revelation of how to begin to change how your community acts.

I asked, more to change the subject, the pilot about the ones who died on the front steps of all those churches. “Just who are they? Why were they moving around and talking outside the church buildings”.

These ones are the ones who still have the life of the Spirit of God in them. Some are losing that life a little bit each day. Eventually these would become so dry that they will burn as easily as the rest.

“Wait” I cried out. I then said, “This can not be so! If these people still had the Life of God’s precious Spirit in them why did they die like the rest?”

He replied very flatly, without any signs of emotion. “These few that had a little life left in them were caught without oil in their lamps of their spirits. They had run out of oil just as the foolish virgins in the Messiah’ s parable. Remember how the wise virgins would not share their oil. The foolish virgins left to buy more oil and then they missed their appointment with destiny”.

He continued his discourse with “Every believer you saw tonight that burned like dry tinder or die on the steps will miss their destiny if they do not change their ways”.

“The only ones you saw that were not hurt by fire was a persecuted group of Chinese believers praying in an upper room.

By now, I was crying again. I thought I had no more tears left. I asked “Why can’t the Spirit of God just go into all those churches and change them in an instant to stop all this carnage and waste? I think it was more of a shout than a question.

He replied “The Spirit of the Lord has not been in many of those churches for years. The fact is that in most of these churches, he presence was not wanted. Those church leaders had ordered him to “GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM!” by their actions and the importance they placed on traditions of men.

“ Sir”. I cried. “This can not be true. I must be crazy to hear what I am hearing tonight.” I cried with more tears than I ever knew I had.

The pilot was very calm through all this conversation. He acted as if he was stating known facts to someone who should already know these facts to be true.

“Sir. I have seen many saved in some of those churches. What about me I was saved in a church too?”

He simply just sat there with that helmet and visor down just looking at me I guessed.

Then scriptures started to bubble up from within my heart. I was remembering several chapters from the New Testament Book of Revelation. How the first chapters described Jesus and then how He gave letters to the seven churches.

I have always felt these were just like reviews you get at work. An annual or semiannual performance review given by your supervisor. Here in the Revelation of Jesus of Nazareth He dictated seven letters to seven churches. In these letters, He offered instructions and reproof and then to those who did what He said to do, He offered special rewards and gifts.

Some gifts were so special they contained a new, secret name for the person. Jesus in His letters called people who obeyed Him “Over comers”. In the seven letters, He was very proud of these over comers. So much so that He would share Himself and thrones with them.

The pilot spoke to me just as these thoughts were going through my head. He said, “Now you have a real clue to explain a little of what you saw these last two nights.”

I just sat there feeling so alone in that night sky with moonlight shimmering from the wide river below me. It was if I was in a trance. As I sat there with the night’s visions replaying themselves, in my mind. The piercing words of the pilot were bouncing around inside me like a rubber ball. Every time they hit my inside wall, I shook.

The flight home was uneventful. I just sat there as we stopped and let the pilot free me from the seat harness. By now, I was numb all over. I took his hand as we rode together out on the ramp back into my room.

I jumped down from the ramp and looked up at the pilot. He was still stooping so he would not hit the ceiling of my bedroom. He did something out of character. He lifted his glare visor and I saw a gentle friendly face. He said again “Ramp, Please retract back”. I was standing there looking at his face when just as he was about to step off the ramp He looked back at me and winked. Then with a dry smile he was inside the craft. The ramp went into its place. He then closed the far side door and the last thing I saw was the right side door pulled shut. Then in a moment, the craft took off straight up. I bent over the open windowsill with my eyes following the distant craft. While I was still looking up, I heard a metal ladder hitting the side of my condominium.

Looking down I saw the same two human looking men, from the night before, step on the ladders and carry my windows back up to replace them.

Somehow seeing these two helpers had brought comfort to my soul. As they fitted the windows in place, I remember saying to them “Thanks. Good night”.

They replied, in unison “The Lord bless you”.

Suddenly they were gone. I pulled my blinds down and sat there in my room in my comfortable chair for a long time. Some time later I noticed that the sun had came up. Since I was already dressed, I decided to go for my morning walk.