Beginning Tomorrow Today - By Timothy Sherman

angel, an apparition of some kind, or something miraculous. M y own mind raced, but in my spirit I had a knowing. Even my own mind was questioning, "This must be a dream, but it seems so real, like no dream I've ever had, like a clear movie or a vision." Sensing that the Lord had put me here, I began to declare the name ofJesus and with that, I began to sense a great supernatural anointing of His presence increasing in and through me. I stepped out, and I questioned the men, "Jesus, do you know Jesus? Is Christ in you, the hope of glory?" I blurted this out without thinking because I really didn't know what else to say or do. "I'm here to reveal Jesus to you!" My mind, wanting to interrupt with natural reasoning and circumstantial evidence, began to ask me questions, "How could this be? Who are you people? Where am I? Is this real or is it a dream? What are you doing, God?" These and many more random thoughts arose from my emotions. Fortunately my mind quickly settled. I felt His peace, courage, and confidence inside. An amazing knowing and settling resonated within my soul. "I don't know how I'll do it, but I belong here to do God's desires and to give them the Lord," I thought. The men dressed in prison clothes were beckoning and wav ing their hands to a man standing nearby for him to come over to them. They spoke to him in very animated ways. The communica tions seemed to be questions and commands, and the speaker was making expressions with body language toward himself and then toward me. Nikolai, the man they were calling in this way, stood out as a strong, steady, wise leader who was much more calm and thoughtful than the others. He was not frightened, and the light of Jesus was on his countenance. I knew inside that they were all followers o f the True Light. They had that clear kind of light in their eyes and on their faces. They took me by the arms and aggressively escorted me, while glancing around, as they quickly ushered me to a washroom at the end of the building. Then they took me to a more secure, hidden place. I still had on my American clothes and longhair look of the seventies. Their hair was buzzed. 1 9