Only a few mornings after being born again, sitting on the edge of my bed pulling on socks, I received a vision from God.
In the vision, I was leaving the front door of the farmhouse where I lived and walking down the front steps to the paved sidewalk which led away from the house.
The actual farmhouse I lived in faced south, and the sidewalk in front of the house led across the lawn through a wooden gate to a graveled yard. Past that a large barn and a forested hill behind it completely blocked the view.
But in the vision the landscape was very different. To the south I saw a beautiful range of rolling hills, “falling away.” My viewpoint in the vision was from high ground and the scene of cascading hills stretched out for many miles. It was summer, it was warm, and the fields were green.
As I stepped onto the sidewalk, without warning three of the fastest fighter jets I had ever seen flew directly overhead. They came from the north, rocketing toward the south. My whole attention was now on the jet planes. But within seconds, and in perfect formation, they banked sharply 90 degrees to the left and vanished out of sight.
Then a massive flash that I recognized as a nuclear explosion filled the whole sky. I dove face down onto the grassy lawn, covering my face and eyes with my hands to protect them as best I could. Then I waited.
But to my amazement I was not harmed, and the vision ended.
I did not have to pray about it. God immediately revealed to me that sometime in the future there would be a nuclear attack on the United States of America.
I had been a Christian for only a few days. I was not confused by what I saw or heard, but I did not tell the vision to anyone for a very, very long time.