Once again, I combined two stations and after a walkabout, I found an Evangelistic Church which I prayed for. Then I circled back around and came to the area of Bayerischer Platz. As I walked through the neighborhoods, I found signs here and there, bolted to lamp posts that said things like: "Ban on Jewish musicians.31.3.1935" or "Jews may no longer keep pets.15.2.1942" or "Jews must turn in their radios and bikes". As I contemplated on the signs, I was suddenly seized with the heart of the Father for Berlin. I felt not only His grief for His beloved people but His anger as well. Tears came to my eyes as I was engulfed in His sadness. Then it came to me: No wonder He wants to reclaim Berlin. It is the very place where a satanic seed was birthed to destroy His beloved people. I knew once again that He will indeed reclaim Berlin. I had a longing for Christians from America to move to Berlin, to help Him invade and take over the city. I pondered once again what I believe to be true and that is that Berlin is the earthly throne room for satan. I can't wait for the day when my Jesus will storm this city and take back everything the enemy stole. I learned from the Internet that Bayerischer Platz was once known as "Jewish Switzerland" since so many well-to-do Jews had settled there after the turn of the century. I learned that sometime in 1993 some 80 signs were posted all over the neighborhood as a remembrance of what was done, not quietly, but quite out in the open to the Jews. For the neighbors to say that they didn't know is quite atrocious. I thank the Lord for the vigilant people whose hearts break and who seek to remember.
I walked down Martin Luther Str. and then returned to Bayerischer Platz and sat on a bench to pray.
On the way home on the train, I once again saw a British guy that I had seen the day before on the same train. We had talked then, and he came over to me to talk again. It wasn't until we parted that the Holy Spirit said, "It wasn't an accident that you met this guy two days in a row. I wanted you to talk to him about me." I knew this was true and walked fast hoping to see him again, and there he was standing outside of the station. I told him and his friend that I felt the Father wanted me to share with them how much He loves them. They both got huge smiles on their faces and they really thanked me. I said, "He is the one to thank. He is the one who loves you." The friend replied, "But you had the boldness to come to us." It was well worth it!