I have been troubled lately by the marked increase of violence in the world, particularly in the Middle East and Asia. I have never understood how religious political leaders of any faith can justify wholesale torture and homicide in the name of God. I have many Muslim and Jewish friends here in America and they are universally a people of strong faith and ancient traditions. How then can groups like the Taliban, Hamas and even the political leadership in Israel justify the daily atrocities their people commit, all through the erroneous belief that God approves of such actions.
As is my custom I prayed in the early afternoon and sought guidance from our God on this issue. In a burst of light I found myself floating high in the air above the city of Jerusalem. The voice of God spoke to me then, sounding like thousands speaking in concert but unified in a single being. I watched as scenes of unimaginable horror flashed before my eyes and God said
“Behold, My wayward children, the misguided descendants of Adam. They ignore My will and corrupt the words of My Holy prophets to suit their own prideful desire. Take heed, My beloved child, for henceforth whosoever commands their brothers and sisters to be struck down in My name shall be denied all earthly Grace. Those who spill the blood of the innocent shall be bereft of comfort for the plague of evil shall hunt them without mercy. Mine ears shall be closed to their prayers and their suffering will be magnified a thousand fold.”
Murdered children lay awash in blood, their bodies violated by some explosive force and abandoned in the middle of the ravaged streets. Men screaming at bound women as they repeatedly bludgeoned them with large rocks until they fell to the dirt, their skulls crushed. Soldiers under a sovereign flag firing a hail of bullets into the backs of peaceful men and women running for their lives. Image after image assailed my senses and I wept with despair until finally I cried out for God’s mercy; I couldn’t bear to see anymore.
Suddenly I found myself peacefully back over the city again and this time God was with me as a brilliant light to my left. Dark clouds began to move swiftly, covering the sky and blotting out the sun until the region was blanketed in rain and thunder and God spoke again, saying “See what they will do to each other without My guidance. Teach them”.
A massive explosion shook the ground for miles as a flash of light from somewhere in the city blinded me momentarily. When my vision cleared I was appalled at the distinct mushroom shaped cloud enveloping the holy land. Jerusalem lay destroyed, massive piles of rubble and flaming carnage where once graceful architecture beguiled the eye.
Another flash of light took me and I found myself back in my house stunned by what I had seen, with the echo of God’s voice still ringing in my ears. “Teach them”. I only hope that someone will listen.