I was with my relatives and family members. Some of the ladies there were farmer’s wives. We all got on a bus. I was thinking about being the driver. One of my uncles was going to drive the bus otherwise. Everyone was given a bag with a gallon of diesel fuel in it. The container had a canvas exterior. The bus had a fuel leak and was being fixed before we left.
This is what the Lord told me:
The bus I was riding on with my family was the path we are on with our loved ones. The ladies represent the children of God working on the farm. The farm represents the harvest of God in His kingdom. My uncle who was an old man represents an elder, but he wasn’t spiritual. The leak is the fuel for the journey. Everyone who all had fuel had an input in the journey. The leak being repaired represents a lot of families who squander their journey in the Lord. I had a choice to stand up and be the driver. This is the preaching of the gospel to a lost world. The containers made of canvas is the military. We are in a war for souls. The Lord is looking for a driver.
Al Klein ©2017