Robot Mule Attack at a Country Church

 

 

This morning (Sept. 27th, 2023) I awoke from a dream about 7. A.M.

I found myself driving to Eau Claire on a warm Autumn day. I did not know why I had felt impelled to drive there, I was alone and had planned only on driving to Abbotsford, which is a city not too far from where I live.

When I arrived in Eau Claire, I stopped to use the restroom and suddenly heard a lady calling my name.  When I walked over to her, I felt I should know her, but didn’t. She laughed and scolded me for not keeping my promise, in a timely fashion, to visit her church. She added that there was a special food fellowship to be held in about thirty minutes and invited me to stop in.  I agreed.

Scene fade.

I appeared in the parking lot of a country church. To my surprise, the fine autumn day, was just as sunny, but surprisingly, there was about an inch of fresh snow on the ground.  I hobbled into the church, walking carefully, to avoid falling.  The scent of the crisp air irritated my nose as I carefully crunched my way through the snow to the church door. An odd sight caught my attention as I was gingerly making my way to the church entrance.  I saw a mechanical army mule with a bucket loader attachment parked just off the church property.  For some reason it made me feel uncomfortable.

When I entered the woman and her husband cordially greeted me and introduced me to their pastor.  The pastor gave a quick Bible verse and prayed for the food.  People began chatting and sharing the family style meal around the tables following the meal prayer. I couldn’t get the image of the robot mule out of my mind. As I conversed with the lady and her husband, I prayed. It felt as if the Lord was warning me that the robot mule was dangerous. I couldn’t ascertain whether it was a purposeful or accidental dangerous, just that it was a near and present danger.

I told the lady and her husband about my premonition as I silently cursed, in Jesus’ name, any evil plan concerning the robot mule.  The husband invited me to tell the pastor.  Most of the people at the pastors table were in agreement that I was just imagining things.  There was a retired military man sitting at a table near by.  He got up and looked out the window.  He said, “I worked with a robo unit.  I worked with dogs and mules and even repaired them.  I don’t recognize that unit, but it looks like a newer versions of ones I worked on.”

There was a bit of discussion around the pastor’s table. Finally the ex-military guy said, “Just to be safe, my buddy and I will go check it out.”

Scene fade.  The ex-military guy and his friend walked out to the parking lot. The buddy stepped into his heavy duty pick-up which was attached to a trailer that was carrying a rectangular box crafted from very dense metal.  The ex-military guy had a pair of heavy duty wire cutters in one hand, and stepped onto the trailer and held onto the framework of the trailer, hiding behind the heavy metal mystery implement.  The driver eased the truck into reverse and backed toward the robo mule.  When they were almost up to it, it jumped and began to whir.  Shells began to erupt out of turret mounted on the top of the mule.  Most of the bullets bounced off the heavy implement.  Windows shattered in the parked cars and a few bullets spayed into the church windows.  Thankfully, no one in the church was hurt.

The truck driver gunned his engine and knocked over the robo mule, pinning it to the ground.  The retired army guy jumped over to the mechanical mule, pushed a button, then used his wire cutters to snip some wires.

The truck driver pulled out his cell phone and called the police. END OF DREAM

I awoke.  The feeling I had when I awoke was that Jesus was promising, that even though a dark time was coming, for those who trust in Him and ask for help, unless they were destined for martyrs’ crowns, that His father would be bringing glory to His Name by intervening to answer the prayers of the saint in the midst of the coming tribulation.