I was standing in what appeared to be a county fairground. In front of me was a long wooden building with wooden barn doors where they held farm animals. There were Christian men and women inside, and those of the enemy, tares as we know them in the Bible. The Christians conversed closely with the enemy, standing in small groups and courting them into a dangerous relationship. I rapidly tossed hand grenades into the building, guiding them toward where the enemy stood. The Christians close to the enemy were being blown up with them.

I did this for a short while until I could see a stream of Christians fleeing the building, running in panic with shell-shocked looks on their faces. I saw an older woman running with a pistol in her hand. Her face contorted, and she looked dazed about what had happened to her. I knew that the enemy was creating division over the land of Israel, especially Jerusalem. I felt pity for these Christians and ran after them, explaining how if they loved and supported the Jewish people, they, in turn, would be willing to give them a portion of the land as an inheritance.

Zec 12:3 “And it shall happen in that day that I will make Jerusalem a very heavy stone for all peoples; all who would heave it away will surely be cut in pieces, though all nations of the earth are gathered against it.”