Black Jungle Cat

Several women were in the breezeway Going from the sanctuary to the Fellowship Hall. On either side of the French doors, They gazed out the large windows in fear. As I walked up to them, one of them asked In hopeless desperation, "Who will go outside And get the supplies for us." They looked at each other. She said this because the enemy was on our shores, Patrolling every city, great and small. I saw the armies. People were afraid to venture outside their houses. There were no soldiers in the street at this time. It was a clear day. I said to them, "I will go." I opened and closed one French door and felt it... FEAR was thick. It crouched like a black jungle cat, Panther or jaquar, lurking in the brush for prey. My eyes were wide open as I walked the distance Of the Staff's parking area. There was a chamber Underground set aside for certain supplies. The enemy's presence was strong as I looked around. I think I had to unlock its door before I opened it. I took what was needed and walked through Fear. I never saw him, but the enemy's threat to pounce Was felt with each step until I quickly reached the porch And entered back inside the church in front of the office. (This is a dream I had the year after 9/11.)