This morning in prayer, I had a vision of myself standing in Cologne, Germany. It looked like a place my feet had trod over 10 years ago—the Cologne Central Station with the historic cathedral nearby.
The image was vivid and steady. I saw people moving about the square. Although the scene was calm, I felt an urgency in my spirit to understand the sudden vision of Germany's largest city. I scanned headlines and was surprised.
What I learned was this: In the past several days, there have been communication failures in the nation's airline industry. Germany fighter jets had to intercept a London-bound flight as a result. The Cologne
library has opened its doors to refugees.
Also this week, a Syrian refugee is on trial for an Islamic State bomb plot in Germany. Meanwhile, German police warned refugees not to attend the carnival celebrations starting on Thursday, only to apologize later. But German cities are banning trucks during carnivals amid terror fears.
This all struck a chord in my spirit. The best way I can describe the carnival is that it is like Mardi Gras, which is going on in Louisiana right now. Wikipedia explains:
The time of merrymaking in the streets is officially declared open at downtown square Alter Markt on the Thursday before the beginning of Lent.