I was driving with my wife on the road heading to Israel, specifically Jerusalem, when I came to a checkpoint restricting access for non-Jewish people. It was a peculiar-looking checkpoint comprised of Jewish Orthodox men that formed tunnels for each traffic lane. As I moved closer, I could see rows of seated young boys facing the inside of the tunnels. They wore black skull caps, white shirts, and black vests. I could see their long sidelocks (pe’ot) framing their snarling, angry faces. From a distance, the boys looked like shark teeth, and entering the tunnel stirred up emotions of anxiety and fear. I was worried that I did not have the proper “Jewish” identity information to pass the checkpoint, so I pulled out my Israeli passport, and we effortlessly passed through the checkpoint. On the other side, I immediately came to the Jerusalem Chords Bridge (which represents King David’s harp) situated at the westerly entrance to Jerusalem. I stared at the clean and perfectly cut Jerusalem stone under my feet and marveled at the beauty of the entire city.

I awoke early in the morning, and a vision appeared to me of a Jewish man that I know. This man has a calling and a ministry for the Jewish people. He held out his hand and held a large book about three inches thick. On the cover was the word “Invasion.” At first, I wondered if its enemies would invade Israel, but then the Lord spoke to me and said: “I am about to invade my people, Israel, with my Holy Spirit. This invasion will come at the hands of men.”

I was teaching about God’s current dealings with the nation of Israel as it relates to His divine purpose to bring about their complete restoration. I spoke on two of many parts that are yet to come. The first part dealt with the Lord drawing His people back into believing in Him as God the Father. The second part dealt with the Lord drawing them back to His land, the land of Israel.

I saw a man stand up and heard his voice in the spirit say: “Three thousand Jews will be saved in a day, every day.”

I was walking along a street in an old part of a city. The sky was covered with dark black clouds and an eerie orange glow where the sun was penetrating. There was a deteriorated concrete building in front of me, and I could see strands of steel protruding from a chiseled concrete arch on the second floor. I found myself inside the building, looking at Jewish books and artifacts on a table. The room was set up like a museum. The Lord told me that the artifacts represent a remnant of His people. I felt His grief and broke down into tears.

I was inside a Jewish house, which was more like a house of many Jewish families. I could see several men in a room to my right when a young woman approached me and invited me into their store. She was not overly beautiful but had a sweet personality and joyful disposition. She showed me objects on a table; some were tools, and others were cutting knives. I picked up several instruments, but they all seemed crooked. She showed me how they worked, and they seemed to make sense, although I was not clear why they were so distorted. The knives on the table had been dull, but she showed me how she had sharpened them. The blades looked to be of poor quality and had cheap plastic handles. I picked up one of them, which she had sharpened, but the knife appeared to have disintegrated into many sharp, metal splinters.

I walked with my wife and pushed a baby stroller. We accidentally walked into a reformed Jewish Temple downtown. We walked by a sanctuary room where I saw dozens of older Jewish men wearing blue and white prayer shawls. We then entered another room that appeared like a reception hall. It had tall ceilings, no windows, and poor lighting. The room felt dark and demonic. Strange objects were scattered around the room, and Paper Mache animal heads were on the walls.