I was standing in what appeared to be a county fairgrounds. In front of me was a long wooden building with wooden barn doors where they held farm animals. There were Christian men and women inside, and also those of the enemy; tares as we know them in the bible. The Christians were in close conversation with the enemy, standing in small groups and courting them in a dangerous relationship. I began tossing hand grenades in rapid succession into the building, guiding them towards where the enemy was standing. The Christians who were close to the enemy were being blown up with them. I did this for a short while until I could see a stream of Christians fleeing the building, running in panic with shell shocked looks on their faces. I saw an older woman running with a pistol her hand; her face contorted looking completely dazed about what had happened to her. I knew that the enemy was creating division over the land of Israel, especially Jerusalem. I felt pity for these Christians and ran after them explaining how if they loved and supported the Jewish people, they, in turn, would be willing to give them a portion of the land as an inheritance.
Zec 12:3 “And it shall happen in that day that I will make Jerusalem a very heavy stone for all peoples; all who would heave it away will surely be cut in pieces, though all nations of the earth are gathered against it.”