Once the service ended, Larry followed Mother Johnson out the doors over to her car. She placed her purse down on the back seat and turned to face him.
“A storm of calamity is coming,” he said.
Mother Johnson nodded. “Yes. When did you see it?”
“This morning. When I opened my front door, the weather was terrible. I went to the closet to get an umbrella. When I opened the door again, the weather had ceased. Dry brittle leaves were scattered across my driveway and pollen —”
“Covered you car,” Mother Johnson interrupted. Her hands went up to her mouth.
“Yes ma’am. We had the same vision.” Larry watch a few church members drive off. The thought of his next words sent chills down his spine. “There is more. I saw people die and go to Hell.”
“Jesus,” she repeated.
“No one is prepared for what is about to happen,” he said. “In the vision, a terrible accident took the lives of a few people. Both of your sons were involved. I …” He lowered his head. “I don’t want to say it.”
With tears in her eyes, she touched him. “Say it. I want to hear it. I need to hear it. What did you see about my sons? Tell me so I’ll know what to pray for.”
“They died and went to Hell.”
“Not my babies,” she screamed. “Jesus!”
“I think …” He rubbed his chin a few times. “I think I know why I had the vision.” He grabbed her hands and gazed directly at her. “I can stop it from happening.”
Her tears dried up. “What do you need me to do?”
“The only thing you can do is pray non stop. Keep me in prayer as I attempt to change the future.” He touched her on the shoulders. “I promise that I will do everything I can. I believe the Lord is with me. He gave me this vision and He will show me the way to rescue your sons from Hell.”
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