I was walking along a street in an old part of a city. The sky was covered with dark black clouds and an eerie orange glow where the sun was penetrating. There was a deteriorated concrete building in front of me, and I could see strands of steel protruding from a chiseled concrete arch on the second floor. I found myself inside the building, looking at Jewish books and artifacts on a table. The room was set up like a museum. The Lord told me that the artifacts represent a remnant of His people. I felt His grief and broke down into tears.