I see a school bus full of children driving in KS toward CO. The bus breaks down. It is scorching hot. Vultures start to circle overhead.
On the horizon, I hear a roar. There is a noise like we have never heard before. Suddenly is the word. Suddenly. Suddenly. A wall of rushing water – a tidal wave of water is sweeping from the north down. It hits the bus from the side and flips it many times. The children go completely unharmed – they never even leave their seats.
But life now exists. The waters bring forth life. The scorching sun now give heat to warm the wet land – rich for planting.
A sowing season has begun, but it carries a quickening to it. Seeds go in and immediately sprout life.
Eagles chase away the buzzards that were once circling overhead.
The air is cool and clear.
I see myself standing on top of the bus preaching to the masses that have gathered – helping them to understand the wave that just came through. A great circle of fire surrounds our camp as we go deep into the night. From all around, people can see the fire across the plains. It illuminates the sky for miles.
I see us as a triage unit preparing the masses who come for our master – open-heart surgeon, Jesus.
He stands ready, surgical mask and gloves on. Fire comes out of His eyes.
Love is written on one side of his scalpel. Truth is on the other.
His cuts are precise – dark chunks are removed. Light is replacing it.
One by one, He heals them all.