The End of the American Dream
by Thomas Watkins
I’m writing about something sacred to me, and you will understand as I go on. I am 59, and I have been given dreams and visions, along with many other experiences with God since 1972, the year of my salvation and indwelling. In general , I have not shared them, except in a limited way, and that as the Lord has led.
In March, 2003, six years ago , I was in the spirit in a vision.
I saw a most beautiful company of men and women preparing for an event. They were Christians, and fearfully holy, and beautiful. They were dressed in simple and humble attire.