A few mornings after being born again I was sitting on the edge of my bed dressing for the day, pulling on socks, when a vision came to me 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.
This farmhouse faced south, and the sidewalk led across the front 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 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.
In the vision, as I stepped onto the sidewalk suddenly 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 the massive flash of a nuclear explosion filled the sky. I dove face down onto the grassy lawn, covering my face and eyes with my hands to protect them as best I could and waited.
But to my amazement I was not harmed, and the vision ended.
Immediately the Holy Spirit told me that sometime in the future there would be a nuclear attack on the United States of America originating in Russia.
What I saw was crystal clear. But I had only been a christian for a few days so I did not tell the vision to anyone for a very, very long time.