IT GOT ME WORRIED: PASTOR JOHN HAGEE
The moment I saw Pastor John Hagee’s face on my TV screen that evening, something felt… off. His usual booming voice, filled with conviction, now carried a tremor. He wiped his brow, staring straight into the camera, his eyes heavy with something unspoken.
“My friends,” he began, his Texas drawl just a little softer than usual. “There are things happening… things that should concern every believer. I’ve seen signs. I’ve had visions.”
I leaned forward on my couch, my hands gripping the armrests. Something about the way he said it—like he wasn’t just preaching a sermon, but giving a warning. The words crawled under my skin.
Pastor Hagee continued, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “I received a message last night. A message that has me worried.”
The camera zoomed in slightly. The studio lights cast deep shadows across his face. “I cannot say everything here, not yet. But I tell you this—there are forces moving in ways we never imagined. The war between light and darkness is no longer just spiritual. It is manifesting in ways we cannot ignore.”
A chill ran down my spine. I glanced at my phone—social media was already erupting. Did you hear what Hagee just said? What does he mean by ‘forces moving’? Is this prophecy?
I looked back at the screen. He leaned in closer, his hands gripping the pulpit. “Tonight, at midnight, something will shift. Pay attention. Watch. Be ready.”
Then, without another word, the broadcast cut to black.
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. The silence in my apartment suddenly felt oppressive. A strange hum filled the air, like something pressing in from all sides. I stood, walking to the window, peering outside.
Nothing. Just the quiet of the night.
And yet… something felt different.
I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Twitter. Thousands of people were posting the same thing. Why did the broadcast cut off? Is Hagee in danger? What’s happening at midnight?!
I checked the time. 11:47 PM.
Thirteen minutes.
I turned on every light in my apartment, feeling foolish but unable to shake the feeling that something was coming. The air felt thick. Heavy. My breathing quickened.
11:55 PM.
A sudden noise—like a low, distant rumble. My lights flickered. My phone screen glitched, then froze entirely. I backed away from the window.
11:59 PM.
Then, at the stroke of midnight, a sound rang out—not from my TV, not from my phone, but from everywhere.
A single, deep voice, echoing through the night.
“It has begun.”
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