Something interesting happened yesterday at the COVID vaccination tents they have set up in the park near my house. When I go for my walk I always walk through this park in Roseville and I always stop and swing on the swings in the playground. (I love to swing and these swings are awesome b/c they’re taller than most.) So I’m swinging and watching the vaccine tent, curious as to what’s happening there. I see about 5 or 6 medical personnel sitting under the open air tent in scrubs and their countenance was noticeably “dead-like”… is the best way to describe it. Unusually “life-less”. They were sitting there waiting for “patients” to show up. I was grateful there were none. But I watched these zombies as I swang and they just all sat there in their scrubs, slumped over, not saying a word to each other. It was really bizarre.
Finally some activity.… I saw a man who looked a little rough like he might be homeless but it was hard to tell. He got in line. Then I see a woman and her teenage son walk up and stand in line. My heart suddenly hurt…seeing this woman and the age of her son. It’s like you know ppl are doing this but to actually watch them get in line for this thing in real time is a whole different experience. I want to go talk to them. I have to. But I’m nervous…. What should I do? I prayed and asked God to guide me and just let what was supposed to happen happen.
So I walk up as they’re standing in line and I sat on a bench right in front of the tent next to where they were standing. I still have no idea what I will say or how I will start the conversation. But the very next moment the homeless looking man who is now inside the (open) tent getting his shot lets out the most blood curdling scream. It was a very disturbing scream…one of pain and terror. We can see him with the needle in his arm and he is jumping up and down screaming.
The woman standing in line with her son jumps really high in the air with the man’s first scream and then she looked right over at me with major fear in her eyes.
I said, “You don’t want to do this. This is evil. Don’t do this.”
She came over to me then, and she was in such a high state of angst, crying, saying, “I know this is wrong. But Im being forced into this. They’re going to take away my job if I don’t, and his school.”
I said, “No matter what…don’t take it. It’s not worth it. No matter what. Trust in God.”
The homeless man then began weeping really loudly with his head down on his arm, still sitting in the seat where he’d just gotten jabbed. It was chilling and heartbreaking hearing a grown man weep like he was. He was weeping in like deep grief….
None of the workers comforted him or showed any signs of life or emotion. I could see now that I was closer, how dead their eyes were.
The teenage son, obviously spooked, grabbed his mom and said, “We’re not doing this. Let’s get out of here.” They quickly got in their car and fled the truly demonic feeling scene.
She thanked me as she left but she looked so troubled. And I can’t stop thinking about her angst and her tears over it. How troubled and sad she was. How bullied and pushed into a corner she felt. These poor people! My heart hurts when I remember her state of raw desperation.
My dad once said there are three types of people. The sheep. The wolves. And the sheepherders who protect and watch out for the sheep and keep them from getting bullied/eaten by the wolves. I always wanted to be in that third category. But of course life throws crap at you and you start feeling inadequate. Anyways it made my heart ache because I see now how helpless and bullied these people are. What can we do???
After the woman and her son drove away, a man and his cute young teenage daughter walked up to stand in line. I was still sitting at the bench and I asked if they were getting the vaccine. The dad replied, “Yeah but it’s our second one” (kind of like yeah so no need to save us thank you.)
I stood up to leave but as I began to walk away I felt the Holy Spirit come over me so that I stopped caring what anyone thought, and I felt His righteous anger as I walked around the tent twice, with my hand outstretched towards it, praying out loud for a protective wall to be erected around it, sealing it in so that not one more person would be harmed there that day. It was a demonic dead zone that could be palpatably felt. I then lifted my hands to heaven to praise Him. The workers inside glanced up at me in boredom with their dead eyes as I circled their tent, having little to no reaction. The dad and his daughter standing there watched me with their mouths open. If after witnessing “the dead zone” with the grown man weeping in sorrow, and then seeing a woman walk around the tent praying in such manner….if they didn’t realize at that point that what they were about to do had spiritual implications then I don’t know what would have.
It’s been rare that I have done something so bold, but what I loved was how when the Spirit came over me, I walked in HIS boldness and felt HIS righteous anger… and nothing that anyone thought mattered to me in those moments. I think we should all be expecting to have those kinds of things start happening to us. His Spirit is being poured out now in these days for this very purpose! I didn’t stick around to find out but I have faith that that tent stopped receiving patients after God led me to pray that prayer.