A BRUTALLY HONEST RANT

Thus, Antichrist will be dead and resurrected. He will be Satan and he will be the son of Satan, incarnate in the body of a man…

We are out of time. Does that statement grab you? It is the truth… we are the last generation. God is giving us so many signs and the Elect can see it and feel it.

I am absolutely convinced that September 23rd marks the beginning of the Seven-Year Tribulation that will lead up to the return of Christ. I am aware that I could be wrong but I remain absolutely convinced.

I just watched Alex Jones clip concerning the soon coming assassination of Donald Trump. He played the clip from Rodney Howard Brown where he speaks of his conversation with an unnamed Senator who spoke openly of that assassination and called it unavoidable. He showed those Televangelists surrounding Trump. Trump has a look of bewilderment on his face…

I posted of Facebook, earlier today,

  • Satan often calls himself “Jesus”; he appears “as an angel of light.”
  • Jesus said, “Deny yourself, take up your cross and follow me.”
  • Satan said, “If you will bow down to me, I will give you all these things.”
  • That is a good standard by which to judge…
  • When you hear people preaching, you must ask yourself…
  • “Which Jesus is he/she/it preaching?”

Pardon me, but I think that Rodney Howard Brown and those Televangelists who prayed for Trump, preach another Jesus…

For many reasons, reasons, reasons which I have written on both here and on Facebook, I believe that this assassination is going to be used to provide Apollyon with a body (Research that). If, as I believe it will, the Tribulation starts with the sign of the Son of Man, things are going to get supernatural and they are going to get supernatural fast.

This is a rant, not a theological thesis, but all the reasons for what I am saying have been discussed, at length on this blog and a million other places… Do your homework…

Scripture speaks to Satan being cast to the earth and of Apollyon rising. Apollyon is Nimrod, is Gilgamesh, is Osiris/Horus, is Apollo, is Abaddon… One guy with many names. He was the bad guy at the fall of Babel.

His Spirit/soul has been confined in Tartarus since the death of his body. He is, by legend, three quarters fallen angel and one quarter human. He is Nephilim. He has no body but he will rule the world. He is of the seven and the eighth world ruler, the first and the last. Satan’s Antichrist.

I believe that he will be much like Jesus, in a bad way. Satan only copies and twists… he will do nothing new. Antichrist will be the first and the last (world ruler). He will appear to be dead and resurrected. As Jesus has visible wounds, so the Antichrist will have visible wounds, mortal wounds.

This is what I believe is being set up now with the well planned and publicized assassination of Trump.

The Capitol Dome is the “Womb of Isis” (Where Horus is born as Osiris reincarnated) The Washington Monument is the Phallus of Osiris… There is a pagan goddess mounted on top of the dome and the inside is covered with The Apotheosis of Washington, where he is shown, as God, on a throne, surrounded by pagan gods and goddesses. This has been planned for centuries.

When Trump is assassinated, his body will lie in state, in the Womb of Isis, for three days. If Satan can pull it off, and I believe that this is his time, Apollyon will escape, without a body. Trump will be in Hell, his body in the womb of Isis.

You can read, on this blog, all the reasons that I believe that Pope Francis is the False Prophet. I believe he will come for Trump’s funeral. This has nothing to do with whether they like each other or not…

What I believe will happen then is that the Pontiff will pray and Apollyon will enter the dead body of Trump and animate it. There, in the Womb of Isis, Antichrist will be born… and the whole world will marvel and follow after the Beast.

I would fully expect a Marian Apparition (Isis) to appear at the time and declare to the world,

“This is my Beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.”

Thus, Antichrist will be dead and resurrected. He will be Satan and he will be the son of Satan, incarnate in the body of a man…

All this will happen at the sign of the Son of Man. Alex Jones, Rodney Howard Brown, and every preacher of that other Jesus, will pronounce this as a true miracle from God and demand that Christians everywhere follow Trump and Pope Francis…

“Obviously,” they will shout, “this is none other than Jesus Christ returned to lead the world…” Millions and millions of “Christians” will believe them and swear their allegiance.

I can see this as if it happened yesterday and was on the News all day today…

Could this just be my imagination? Of course. We will soon see.

Even if I am wrong, wouldn’t this be a great time to get right with Jesus?

David…

THE FUTURE I SEE

You may not understand this but I am prepared to jump up and down and shout Glory Hallelujah, if I am wrong on some points.

David A. Rice

DISCLAIMER:

I learn from books. Books shape the way I think and the way I see the world. All the information I present here has come from books. There have been entire books written to prove the points I may make here with a single sentence. There have been books written to debunk the books from which I take my points. As a matter of fact, there have been books written to disprove the Bible and the Resurrection.

You can find a book that will “prove” anything you want to believe. What I believe is centered on the Bible and informed by a thousand books. I have never read a book, outside of the Bible, where I agreed with everything the author wrote. That does not happen. I believe nothing simply because someone said so. What I believe, I have processed through my brain and found to be logical and in line with the Word of God. A thousand books have informed my thoughts but my thoughts are my own and I alone am responsible for them.

This is what I see. I expect you to argue with me. You are not me. These are my thoughts, not yours. In many cases, I hope and pray that I am wrong and others are right. You may not understand this but I am prepared to jump up and down and shout Glory Hallelujah, if I am wrong on some points. Nonetheless, this is what I believe.

BACKGROUND:

There are two sides to everything. I believe that. I have read books that compare the United States with ancient Israel and predict our downfall because we have violated the oaths our Forefathers made in a little church at Ground Zero. I believe that is correct. I have read books that present strong and overwhelming evidence that our nation is the Babylon of End-Time Prophecy and that we will be destroyed for our evil. I agree with that. Some would argue that the two are mutually exclusive and that one has to be right and the other wrong. I don’t see it that way; I see them as complementary truths.

Did George Washington and members of Congress go into that church at what is now known as Ground Zero? Yes, history tells us that. Did they there make strong and binding oaths to Jehovah God? Yes, we have the transcripts of those vows. Did God take those oaths seriously? Of course, He did. Is it symbolic that the explosions of 9/11 destroyed everything around it but left that church standing? Of that I have no doubt. Are we like Israel? We are the only nation, outside of Israel, in all of history, to be dedicated to the God of Heaven, with solemn oaths, on the day of our founding. Will the breaking of those vows bring judgment? Absolutely.

There are a number of scholarly books that make a strong case that we are the Babylon of Revelation. I believe that.  These books point out many indisputable proofs that no other nation on earth could possibly fit the biblical descriptions of the daughter of Babylon and the Whore of Babylon. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, one should probably consider the evidence that it is a duck. We fit the description. They say that because of our great sin and because we have become the center of demonic evil over the whole world, the Judgment of a Holy God will soon fall on us. I find that logical and I believe it to be true.

Was George Washington a Christian? The strongest of evidence, including the testimony of at least two pastors would tell us that he was not. Why then did he make vows to the God of Heaven on the day of our nation’s founding? Because ninety percent of the people were Christian and the Church of Jesus Christ held tremendous power, spiritually, culturally and politically. The General was forced to play the game. He, therefore, in the name of the people of the United States, made the most solemn vows to the God of Heaven, promising that the people of the nation would always walk in obedience to God Almighty and conduct their affairs according to the Word of God. He went so far as to call down the judgment of God on the Nation should its people ever abandon their God. As the leader of a Christian People, the vows of their leader, no matter how pagan the man, were accepted by God. The judgment of God, called down on our heads by our first President, are already falling; one by one, by one.

At the same time, George Washington was a Mason. The god of masonry is Apollo, not Jehovah. His own Pastor said that the General was a deist and not a Christian. Jefferson cut and pasted his own Bible to make the Word of God conform to what he thought was right. That cut and pasted Bible is on display at Mount Vernon and copies may be purchased through Amazon dot Com. Ben Franklin was a member of the worst and most depraved secret societies in the world, in the US, in Britain and in France. He was the first publisher of pornography in the New World. Anyone who says that these men were Christian is a liar and the truth is not in them.

Our Government was founded by evil men, based on ancient Egyptian magic and Masonic principles. The noble sounding words found in the Declaration of Independence, come not from the Bible, but from Plato’s Republic and a Novel by Sir Francis Bacon, called THE NEW ATLANTIS. The whole idea of exactly thirteen independent colonies coming together as one, is straight out of Egyptian Magic and the religion of Osiris. The Government of the United States has always been pagan and evil. The goal of this nation was, from the very beginning, to undo Babel and form a foundation for a New World Order that would unite the whole world under a single government, with a single language and a single, very pagan, religion.

So, our nation consisted of a Christian people, ruled by a pagan government, forced to speak always as if it were Christian and sell a Luciferian idea as if it were from the God of the Christians. We were blessed and evil was contained and controlled because of the Church of Jesus Christ and the power of a Christian People. The games played by the Government were steeped in deceit. Master Masons rose through the ranks in every church and denomination. They convinced Christians that theirs was a Christian Nation and that God was Blessing because the Government was from God. That was a lie but the Church and the people bought it, hook, line and sinker. All but one of our Presidents was related to King John of England. They were family. This was an oligarchy. We voted, as if it were a democracy but the only candidates, at the Federal Level, were all in the family. We got to vote for Cousin Fred against Cousin Sam but it did not ever make any difference.

Today, the Church, for all intents and purposes, is dead. Christians hold no real power, culturally, politically or spiritually. The Government has come out of the closet. The evil that was for so long confined to back rooms and Masonic Temples, is out in the open for all to see. We are no longer a Christian People, governed by a pagan government, we are a pagan people ruled by a pagan government. Our connection to Israel is shattered. Our vows are broken. If we ever had a connection to the God of Heaven, that connection is long gone. Once, we were the People of God, ruled by the Government of Babylon. Today we are a Babylonian people, governed by the Government of Babylon.

We are now set up for a double Judgment. We have, as a people, violated the vows our first President made, in our name, to a Holy and Righteous God. We will be judged for exactly the same reason the Israel of God was judged and taken into captivity in Babylon. We are also facing Judgment based on the actions of our Government, taken now, in conjunction with her people. All of the judgment that the Bible promises against Babylon is about to fall on our head.

THE FUTURE:

I believe that Europe and the Orient are going to continue to weaken. I believe that Donald Trump is going to live up to his name and become, in real power if not in name, the ruler of the world. I believe that the United States is going to become greater and more powerful than she has ever been. We are going to become so much like Babylon that the strongest critics of America as Babylon will no longer be able to deny the fact. We will rule the world.

I believe that the wimpy, politically correct American is about to go the way of the dinosaur and the Dodo bird. We are going to become militaristic and strong. We will again have the highest standard of living in the world. The New World Order will find its very first capitol in Washington D.C. The Unification of the world will start here.

I believe that there will be a war. The goal of this war will be to kill two thirds of the world’s population. In a short time, perhaps as little as seven months, one out of every three people in the world will die. Much of the world will be left as a nuclear wasteland. The United States will be destroyed in a single hour. We will be so radioactive that the nations of the world will stand off in fear… they will never set foot on American soil.

I believe that Islam will be destroyed in the same war. Mecca will be a nuclear wasteland. Muslims, worldwide, will be begging to join the Pope’s new religion. Most of the world’s population will join them. This will include most of the world’s Christians. Those who hold out will be slaughtered.  Even Obama, should he survive, will join the Pope’s religion. Donald Trump, should he survive, will join in enthusiastically.

It will be about this time that the Alien Disclosure will take place. They will show up to “save us from ourselves.” This will be when the Angel with the key to the bottomless pit arrives and Apollyon and his demons escape. Nimrod, in one way or another, will again rule the world. A treaty will be made with Israel (before or after the war?) The Dome of the Rock will be destroyed and the Temple will be constructed. Three and a half years later, the Man of Sin will sit in that Temple, “as if he were God, proclaiming himself to be God.”

I believe that Obama was sent, like John the Baptist, to make way for Donald Trump. I believe that he may return, on the world stage… not as President but perhaps as Secretary General of the United Nations. Perhaps he has done his job and will disappear into the sunset but I don’t really believe that.

Donald Trump is the Last King of Babylon. Perhaps the Occultic Rabbis are right. It is possible that it will be he who makes the treaty with Israel and makes possible the building of the Temple. If so, you may expect to see him sitting in the Temple, as if he were God, proclaiming himself to be God… At the very least, he will lead the United States into a nuclear finale…

It has been the plan, since before 1776, that the United States would form the basis of the New World Order. It has always been the plan that we would one day burn and that, out of the ashes, like a phoenix, the New World Order would rise. That is Lucifer’s plan. I believe that the Bible tells us that he will succeed. Our demise will come as a result of our sin. God, in judgment, will remove his hand of protection and allow Satan, whose plan includes our demise, to destroy us. Our death, as a nation, will be, at one and the same time, the Judgment of a Holy God against a wicked and unrepentant people, and the fulfillment of a Satanic plan. Both will occur in a single hour.

The order of some of these things is still unclear to me but this is what I would think likely:

  1. Europe and the Orient weaken
  2. The United States becomes more powerful than ever
  3. America becomes “Great Again.”
  4. Trump wins at everything, here and abroad.
  5. The Jews in Israel call him Messiah.
  6. The Dominionists call him Messiah.
  7. Trump makes a treaty with Israel.
  8. War breaks out on a worldwide basis.
  9. “Aliens” (Demons) show up, introduced by Pope Francis, to “save us from ourselves
  10. Islam suffers a great defeat.
  11. Antichrist (Israel’s Messiah a. is assassinated.
  12. Israel’s Messiah b. raises him from the dead. (His body is animated and incarnated by Apollo / Osiris / Nimrod, the son of Satan.)
  13. Construction on the Temple Starts.
  14. The United States (Babylon) is destroyed in a single hour.
  15. Antichrist and False Prophet move to Jerusalem.
  16. Antichrist sits in Temple, as if he were God, proclaiming himself to be God.
  17. The False Prophet demands that the whole world worship the Beast…
  18. The Saints are defeated.
  19. Two Prophets Prophecy.
  20. Jewish Evangelists flood the world.
  21. The Wrath of God is poured out on the whole world.
  22. Jesus comes back.

That list is incomplete and it could be very wrong. Please pray about these things and ask God to open your eyes and give you wisdom…

David…

THE TERRIFIED AND THE IGNORANT

Under every post on war or trouble or trials or tribulations, beneath every post on End-Times Prophecy, you will find them; comments from the terrified and the ignorant Christianites and Christianettes. They almost always include a verse or two that includes the phrase “Fear not…” The commentator, his or her fear showing through the misspelled and misplaced words, informs us that, in times like these, we should not be afraid. Follow up questions and answers quickly reveal a fearful soul who is, almost always, totally ignorant of the issue being discussed.

In their fear, these Babylonian Christianites and etts, assume that anyone posting such horrifying pictures, with such terrible headlines, must share their own fear, and most certainly are in need of spiritual comfort. Their assumption is that, either the poster of such information is posting it because they are very afraid or, worse, because they are a big Meany who has set out to terrify timid souls.

Ignorance, it seems, is their only refuge. They assume that if no one talks about it and if they do not know about it, it cannot hurt them…

That, is a lie from Hell!

Scripture tells us what to watch for. Jesus commands us to watch. If we did not know what to watch for, we would be guilty of willful ignorance. If we did not watch, we would be living in rebellion, sin, and in direct disobedience to the direct command of Jesus Christ. If we did not share the danger that we did see, we would be held guilty for the blood of everyone who died because we did not warn them.

We do not share because we are afraid.

1 John 4:18 There is no fear in love; instead, perfect love drives out fear, because fear involves punishment. So the one who fears has not reached perfection in love.

We do not share in order to frighten the timid; we share because:

  • Jesus commands us to watch. You cannot watch without seeing.
  • God commands us to sound the alarm.
  • God will hold us guilty if we do not.
  • We love the Brethren enough to share.
  • Others need to prepare for the destruction that is upon us.

When others share, I learn. When I share, others learn. Together, we are continually watching, thinking, and sharing. This is how the Elect of God are preparing.

Ezekiel 33:1 33 And the word of the Lord came to me, saying, 2 “Son of man, speak to the sons of your people and say to them, ‘If I bring a sword upon a land, and the people of the land take one man from among them and make him their watchman, 3 and he sees the sword coming upon the land and blows on the trumpet and warns the people, 4 then he who hears the sound of the trumpet and does not take warning, and a sword comes and takes him away, his blood will be on his own head. 5 He heard the sound of the trumpet but did not take warning; his blood will be on himself. But had he taken warning, he would have delivered his life. 6 But if the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet and the people are not warned, and a sword comes and takes a person from them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood I will require from the watchman’s hand.’

If my posts frighten you… Good! Not posting terrifies me!

David…

THE UNITED STATES IS DEAD

“Every indication is that Babylon will rule the world on the day of her demise. That being so, I would expect a strongman, like Trump, to cow his enemies and bring, at least for a short time, unmeasured prosperity to the homeland.”

Isaiah 47:5 Daughter Chaldea, sit in silence and go into darkness. For you will no longer be called mistress of kingdoms.

The United States is dead. We are doomed to die in a single hour. Scripture indicates that our destruction will be massive and permanent. Other nations will stand off in fear, afraid to even set foot on our shores… The radiation will be so intense that they will treat us as one big Chernobyl… Perhaps someone will start limited tours of the destruction for brave adventurers… The real question is not if, but when?

No other Nation on earth fits the description of the biblical, end times Babylon. If you do not understand that, there are several good books that lay out the case for America as Babylon or you could just pull out your Bible, open to the descriptions of the end times Babylon and check, with a highlighter or a pencil, every time one of the specific descriptions matches the United States and could not possibly apply to any other nation on earth… You can convince yourself in a few minutes. Babylon is destroyed in a single hour, and that without remedy.

Donald Trump has grabbed onto what could very well be a False Flag event and he is using it to reverse his campaign stance and continue to destabilize the Middle East. At the same time, he is, as Russia has made clear, just one step away from war. At the same time, he is messing with North Korea, aware that any attack on that country would be seen as an attack on China, bringing massive retribution. He is even threatening to place nuclear weapons in South Korea… a definite declaration of war against both North Korea and China.

If one looks at it from that point of view, our destruction could be sooner, rather than later. I, personally, do not think that this is going to work out badly at this time… I could be wrong. We have a military presence in three fourths of the nations of the world. Our military bases surround both Russia and China. Whatever they have told you, our military has no equal and the largest nations in the world have reason to fear and respect us. Remember how Ronald Reagan cowed the world? I believe that Donald Trump is beginning to have the same effect.

Some have identified Donald Trump as the Antichrist and I have seen much evidence that would point in that direction. Others have picked out Jared Kushner, with good reason. I remember when it was first Bush and then Obama who held that seat. I am not going to call names but I will say that both Trump and Kushner have come at a prophetic moment and that they are working strongly towards the Kingdom of the Beast, commonly called the New World Order.

If Trump is the strong man I believe him to be, he is going to continue to win battles at home and abroad. Every indication is that Babylon will rule the world on the day of her demise. That being so, I would expect a strongman, like Trump, to cow his enemies and bring, at least for a short time, unmeasured prosperity to the homeland. I would not be surprised to see forces within North Korea, emboldened by Trump, take out their leader and push for unification with the south. I would expect the war between the US and Russia to continue as a proxy war where no Americans and no Russians die, only Syrians. That is obviously the plan of the Luciferian Elite and I expect it will continue until Damascus is a heap of ruins and oil wells protrude where children used to play.

Babylon must fall before the Kingdom of the Beast can arise. It is Babylon, however, that must lay the groundwork for the New World Order. We are the only power on earth capable of doing that and we will stand until our work is complete. Scripture indicates that our death will be sudden and unexpected. The Luciferians teach that it is out of the ashes of the United States that the New World Order will rise, like a phoenix. We were the predecessor and the test case for the New World Order. I have written on that in other blog entries. The goal of Lucifer is to undo the damage done when God divided the world into tongues and tribes and nations at Babel. This is E Pluribus Unum, Out of Many, One. This is the Masonic Ordo Ab Chao, Order out of Chaos. This is “Give me your poor and huddled masses…” written on our National Goddess… These things were sold to the Church in America as Christian ideals, by some very slick and demonic salesmen… Undoing what God has done may sound noble, if phrased right by a slick salesman, but it is never a good idea. The goal of the New World Order, is to destroy the United States, reduce the world population by eighty percent and establish a United States type government that covers and controls the whole world.

The difference now is that while the vast majority of Americans were Christian in 1776 and the idea had to be couched in pseudo-Christian language, the majority of the world, today, is pagan and no attempt is being made to call it Christian… simply religious and good in the sense of Pope Francis and Rick Warren…

The leaders of the New World Order are openly Luciferian. There is the story of the phoenix. The phoenix (not the eagle, as you were told) is the bird on the Great Seal of the United States. Look at it… that is no eagle! The phoenix, the pagan priests would have us believe, is a special bird. When the phoenix is about to give birth, it crashes and burns in smoke and flames… It is out of the smoke and flames of the burning body of the dead mother that the new, larger and improved, bird rises… The phoenix cannot be born until its mother crashes and burns. Likewise, the New World Order cannot be born until the United States of America burns.

We are on a tight schedule. The clock started with the birth of Israel in 1948. Perhaps it did not start until 1967 when Jerusalem was conquered… Whenever, it has started and Jesus told us that that generation would not pass away before all these things were accomplished… Anyway you count that, we are fast running out of time. The New World Order will last, at most, seven years, although the Bible gives us hope that God may cut that short. The Kingdom of the Antichrist will begin on the day America burns.

So, what do I expect now? I would think that Donald Trump would see the greatest success that any President in history has ever seen. I would expect America to become more powerful and dominant than it has ever been. I would expect that he, or perhaps the President who follows him, will make a huge mistake and anger the world. I would expect nukes to rain out of the sky, from coast to coast. Close Ground explosions taking out every major city, while EMPs take out the national power grid, throwing survivors into darkness and silence. I expect it to be over in a single hour.

Revelation 18: 9 The kings of the earth who have committed sexual immorality and lived luxuriously with her will weep and mourn over her when they see the smoke of her burning. 10 They will stand far off in fear of her torment, saying:

Woe, woe, the great city, Babylon, the mighty city! For in a single hour your judgment has come.

Do you know Jesus? You may not be able to leave the United States. You may live or you may die, depending on where you are. If you die, you go to Heaven if you are saved, or Hell if you are lost. If you live, you must deal with a world without power or machinery and you must deal, to one degree or another, with radiation… Happy are those who die in the initial attack… If you live, preach Jesus!

It is time to get serious. If you know Jesus, Look up! Your salvation is nearer than ever before! If you would reject Jesus, look out, Hell rises up to meet you…

David…

ALLAH’S JESUS

I wrote this Short Story in 2009. I have learned so much since then… Some of it stands opposed to what I believe now… This is for entertainment only…

ALLAH’S JESUS

DAVID A. RICE

JERUSALEM

Hell stared out through human eyes. Satan, the ancient enemy, now incarnate in the body of a man called Jesus. It was the ultimate coup; in the battle that had raged since before time, he was the victor.

He sat at a dressing table in the Royal Waiting Room. Like the surrounding temple, the room was magnificent. The trappings of royalty surrounded him, gold and silver, jewels, priceless rugs, and paintings worth millions of Euros abounded in overstuffed abandon.

He was no Shepherd born in a stable; he would have none of that.

As he stared at the human face in the mirror, he thought how the open wound above his right eye made him look like that Shepherd from Galilee. Although not scarred beyond recognition, he too would have a visible scar. It pleased him to think that this was a more handsome body than the Nazarene had used. This body was tall and solidly built. Light skinned with the features of an Arab prince. Only that open sore kept the visage from being perfect. The wound proved the resurrection; it was enough.

It was his Coronation. Today was his day. The Scriptures of Jews and Christians had given him magnificent titles, “The Prince of the Power of the Air” and “The God of This World.” Today mankind would crown him “Supreme Leader” and worship him. He felt anxious but he had waited millennia and he could wait an hour more.

Outside, in public view, a second figure waited. Chained spread-eagled to a wall, his feet inches above the ground, Jeremiah waited. His muscles cramped and pulled against the chains; he was in agony; he had fought hard and long but he had lost.

Today the man Jeremiah knew to be the Antichrist would be crowned. Today the first truly “One World Government” since Babel would be empowered. Even his beloved Israel had lowered the Star of David in exchange for this temple. He knew his future; today he would die. The crowd taunted him, holding up their golden programs; showing where his execution fit into the ceremony. Even the sure and certain knowledge of a future in Heaven could not remove the fear from his stomach or the shame from his heart. It would be over in an hour; he had no choice but to wait.

The battle is ancient and the victory is sure but we must go back six and a half years to where my story begins.

 JESUS

Three men lay dead on the bloody dessert sand; their heads in disarray, separated cleanly by a sharp and heavy sword. A fourth man knelt in front of his executioner. He was not bound; he could have run but he only knelt obediently, waiting. If it were Allah’s will that he die today, he would die with dignity. The man with the sword, sensing his power, dropped it near the condemned man’s right hand. There was no movement, only the softly uttered cry, “Allah is great.” The executioner pulled out a long curved knife. Grabbing the man by his hair, lifting his head, he drew the blade slowly across the throat. When he heard no cry of pain or fear, he quickly finished the job. Killing a man like that excited him and he felt his manhood rising.

Now that the last man on earth who knew Ishmael Mohamed was dead, Ishmael too was dead. Tomorrow he would have a different name. The peoples of the world would call that name in many different ways; in English, they would call him Jesus.

The spirits, speaking plainly, urged him to hurry. In religious mockery, he first arranged the bodies so that the feet pointed to the southwest. Then, carefully, he placed the heads on the dead men’s chests, facing the feet and Mecca beyond. Removing his blood stained clothing; he dressed in a new white robe and turban. Only then, did the man, nameless for the moment, mount a large, white, Arabian stallion and head off toward the lights of Babylon and destiny. He must be there by dawn, they said; the future of mankind lay in his hands.

 SPIRIT

She was short and slender. Her skin was black, her features distinctly European. Her mother had been a prostitute in an African port. Her father was an Italian sailor; a secret whispered from her mother’s deathbed. She had a name but no one living knew it. She was called Spirit from birth.

For form and public consumption, Spirit was a Muslim; it was the law, the tradition and the culture. In her heart, she was an Animist like her mother. She had called out to the spirits before she said “Mama.” They had always been there; they consumed her. In the spirits, she found power. Through the spirits, she could bless or heal. Speaking to the spirits, she could curse or kill those she opposed. Frail in her humanity, Spirit spoke with her Jinn as one would with close friends. Allah had decreed that she would have a part in the salvation of the world. The jinn had told her this, and even the taunts of her schoolmates could not dissuade her from speaking of her destiny.

Today, she was in Babylon. Tomorrow, Jesus would come. She would not leave her house or contact anyone until he came. Conversing with Jinn, she was very much in control. There was no need to work with the people directly; everything would be ready on time. In her veil and simple Muslim dress, she would be invisible in the crowd but it was Spirit who had scripted every detail and her jinn who would bring it to pass.

JEREMIAH

The great-grandson of Holocaust survivors, Jeremiah Goldberg was tall and strong with the distinctive features of a European Jew. In his early forties, Jeremiah had accomplished much. With a PhD in Political Science, he had moved rapidly up the ranks at The Institute. The Mossad had been good to him and he for them.

His superiors had said nothing but Jeremiah knew when to quit. His wife’s conversion to Christianity and her vocal attempts to convert others brought his loyalty into question. Jeremiah’s career was over and he was angry. A friend arraigned the interview and, almost overnight, Dr. Goldberg was a Professor of Political Science at the University of Jerusalem. In this more open setting, his brilliance did not go unnoticed. Soon he was a Counselor to the Knesset on matters of international intrigue and a friend of the Prime Minister.

Things changed when Jeremiah’s wife and his six year-old daughter, Ruth went missing in The Great Disappearance. It was then that Jeremiah made a decision. Confusion followed the disappearance of millions of people. The media published photos of a giant space ship with what appeared to be bodies floating up in some kind of a funnel cloud. The armies of the world were placed on alert. The United Nations issued an order that all nations prepare to defend the earth. Jeremiah could have made better photos on his home computer. It amazed him that the world chose to believe such an obvious lie. At that moment, all the stories his wife had told him came together. Jeremiah fell to his knees. In agony of soul, he cried out to Jesus. He could not have known the far-reaching consequences of that awful hour.

Six months passed and every news source in the world was reporting the same story. Jesus was to return and make a speech to the world from Babylon on Saturday morning. They all seemed so certain and there was an unreal level of excitement everywhere. It didn’t make sense to Jeremiah. Nothing in the Jewish Scriptures put the Messiah in Babylon. He did not yet know much about the Christian Bible but he was sure that nothing in it placed Jesus in Iraq. The Scripture used much in Mossad circles said, “Where no counsel is, the people fall, but in the multitude of counselors there is safety.” Jeremiah needed counselors but there were none. He would go to Babylon and see this Jesus for himself.

 BABYLON

Before the Great Disappearance, American Forces destroyed Baghdad. The Islamic militants had lined up two hundred captured American soldiers and Machine-gunned them to death on television. The response was swift and violent. When it was over, eighty percent of Baghdad’s population was dead; not one building was standing.

The world turned against the United States. Weakened by the Second Great Depression, they did not even put up a fight. The United Nations moved their headquarters to Babylon and declared it the capital of Iraq. OPEC moved to Babylon and shut off all petroleum exports to the United States. The miracle called Babylon was birthed in one angry moment and the balance of power shifted eastward.

Babylon was two cities, really; there was the Ancient City, restored to its former glory, and the New City. The New City was an instant mega-city. It grew from the empty dessert sands into a city of eleven million inhabitants in three years. There were many reasons for the rapid growth, the offer of free fossil fuels to any company relocating its headquarters there, not the least of them. After the Great Disappearance, Islam unified and established a united front in the city. More than a billion people had converted to Islam in the six months following that catastrophe and they were flocking to Babylon.

Now, three years since the establishment of the New City and six months following the Great Disappearance, Babylon was the de facto capital of the world. The United Nations had reformed itself and had announced the formation of a One World Government that would rule the world from Babylon. With Babylon in complete control of the world’s oil reserves, the nations were falling at its feet. The United States and Israel were among a handful of nations holding out. Israel was a mighty midget but with the whole world in opposition, no one knew how long it could hold out. The trade embargo, imposed against the U.S. by the United Nations after the destruction of Baghdad had effectively reduced that once mighty nation to third world status. In spite of the threat posed by their nuclear arsenal, few believed that Americans had the heart or the will to use it. They were isolated and out of oil. Babylon considered the U.S. neutralized and was certain they would join the rest of the world in a very short time.

 COMING TOGETHER

It was Friday night. Jesus was riding his large white horse across the dessert with a mandate from Allah to be in Babylon by sunrise. It was a little cold but the sky was clear and the lights of Babylon left no need for a compass or navigation device. The horse was strong and its rider sat in the straight pose of royalty enthroned. One who saw him riding in the moonlight would have thought him to be prince or king. They could not have guessed that, beyond what had just happened and the mandate from the Jinn to be at the Royal Gate by sunrise, the man was clueless. He knew neither the future nor even his own name. Had he known his destiny, he would never have made that ride.

Jeremiah was making his way through the main bus terminal. With all the excitement in Babylon, there were no hotel rooms available and no taxis. Soon, he would walk the twenty odd blocks to the square facing the ancient Temple of the Moon. He did not know what would happen there; he simply knew that something deep down in his bones was burning. He could not explain it but Jeremiah knew he had a mandate from Jehovah to be in that square at sunrise.

Spirit had been kneeling on her prayer mat for hours listening to reports from jinn and dispatching them on new errands. The time had come; soon she would leave for her rendezvous with destiny at the gloriously rebuilt Temple of The Moon. Her legs ached and she struggled to stand. Limping to the spacious kitchen of her modern apartment, she gulped down a tiny cup of coffee. Her long time companion, her personal Jinni leaned against her. He appeared now in human form and offered to pleasure her. Tempted only for a minute, she quickly dismissed him. Today, even if through the body of a man, she would rule the world, love could wait.

 SATURDAY MORNING

The Royal Gate faced the morning sun and an unbroken expanse of dessert. This was by design; royalty should not fight through traffic and sprawling suburbs to reach the gate and the temple just inside. It was a lone rider who approached the gate. The road was a well worn but unimproved dessert path; in the predawn glow, it was deserted.

That rider, dispatched by jinn, was on a mission for Allah. He knew neither his new identity, nor what would happen when he passed through that gate. Allah had sent a holy messenger and decreed that he, the man known yesterday as Ishmael, was to be here; for that man, it was enough.

As he passed through the gate, the sun made its appearance, a great red ball of fire, behind him. To the thousands of people gathered on the square, the effect was electrifying. The billions watching on live TV saw only a gray colored silhouette surrounded by a light so brilliant that it confused the video and created spectacular special effects. The presence of hundreds of unseen potentates and warriors made the atmosphere heavy. The sense of religious awe spread from the square and overpowered the television audience around the world. The crowd was silent and more than half the world’s population heard the horse’s footsteps on the ancient square. Jinn, unseen, opened a way through massed humanity; a demon’s hand led the horse to the foot of the steps.

Understanding nothing but aware of the importance of the moment, the man dismounted with the flourish of a king. The invisible hand, that had led the horse to the Temple, now pushed the man slightly as he mounted the steps of that ancient pagan shrine and approached the podium. The crowd in the square heard a loud voice in Arabic. The English translator followed for the TV audience, “Allah is Great, Behold the Prince of Allah, Jesus the Christ.”

For a moment, Jesus felt confused. Then, it was as if the man slipped into a coma and a mighty Jinni stepped to the front overpowering his human senses. The man had never heard the words that issued from his lips but they were scripted and well rehearsed, in the burning fires of a lower Hell. He began, “In the Name of God, amen.”

The speech, though more than an hour in length, could be condensed into two main points: Allah is God and Allah is setting up his government with Jesus as the head. The commentators, who always tell us what we just heard, would say that they were the words of God. In dark corners, old men whispered how he reminded them of Hitler or Stalin.

Across the square, behind a pillar, Jeremiah fell to his knees and quietly swore his allegiance to a different Jesus. Destinies were set and the battle had begun. It was 7: 13 AM; Jeremiah looked at his watch and began to make his way towards the Bus Station. It would be a long ride home.

TEMPLE OF THE MOON

The name, Saddam Hussein was inscribed on almost every brick that made up the wall of the Temple. It was he who started the restoration long before the fall of his regime. The crescent moon is the most pervasive of Islamic symbols. Allah is not a name; rather it is a generic word in Arabic for “the god.” It is for this reason that Christian Arabs refer to Jehovah as Allah. Muslims use Allah as the name for their monotheistic God who created all things. The word Allah, in Muhammad’s time, was used to address the chief god of the region, Hubbal, the Moon God.

The interest in rebuilding the Temple of the Moon confounded Muslim Scholars. It was the largest and most magnificent building in the old city but the historical value of the site could not explain the religious fervor with which the Government in Babylon pursued its reconstruction. Billions of Euros had been spent and the result was awe-inspiring.

It was into the grand sanctuary of this building that the Secret Police lead Jesus. The echo of his final words had not settled when two men took him firmly by the arms and led him through the small access door at the bottom of the huge, ceremonial door that towered over the podium.

The front of the room was dominated by a polished stone alter twenty meters across and two meters deep. It was the height of a man’s waist. A curl of smoke rose from the center and the smell of last night’s sacrifice permeated the air. Behind the altar was a simple, stone column about three meters tall. Above the column, suspended from the ceiling was the magnificent, solid gold, crescent moon and morning star. The artist had used more than two hundred kilos of gold in its founding. Visitors could not take their eyes off the object and often stumbled over the simple stone benches that filled the room.

The men led Jesus to the front and stood him facing the altar and the pillar. Bowing slightly, they quickly exited, leaving him alone. The man, now called Jesus, was very much afraid. He could not comprehend what was happening. The jinni that had spoken through him was gone and he suddenly felt like a little boy, lost and motherless.

GABRIEL

A statue representing a human or an animal would have offended Muslims everywhere; the stone pillar behind the altar was an acceptable substitute. As Jesus’ eyes lowered from the golden moon and morning star, they focused on that polished, marble shaft.  He was about to lower his eyes again when something caught his attention; suddenly, a thick burst of steam or vapor ejaculated from the rounded top of the pole. The vapor slid down the sides of the pole shaping and molding it into something else altogether.

What the man saw caused him to fall prostrate on the polished stones of the ancient floor. A mighty Angel stood behind the altar. A terror never felt by man or jinn filled his heart. A mighty weight seemed to push his face into the stone; he could not move.

Seconds or maybe hours later, he could not tell, a voice spoke. The sound of the voice, though not mechanical, was more than human; it was deep and guttural. “Look on my face, mortal!” the angel commanded. Crawling and clawing his way to his knees as quickly as his trauma-wracked brain would allow, Jesus obeyed.

A shepherd, growing up in dessert tents, does not often look in mirrors but at thirty, the man knew his own face. Looking up at the being behind the altar, Jesus saw a fiery, inhuman but unmistakable version of himself. Shocked he began to examine the creature before him. The appearance was that of a man almost three meters tall. He was dressed in a white, dessert robe. There were what appeared to be white, feathered wings folded by his side. Forming a halo above his head, and an aura that emanated around his body was an eerie orange glow. His eyes could not be seen; there was a glow like that of a blast furnace where they should have been. No mortal could endure that presence without fear. Jesus was awestruck. The heat coming from such a fiery being should have warmed him but Jesus felt a sudden chill and shivered visibly.

“I am Gabriel; these are the words of Allah the merciful, Allah the just.” ‘When you sit on the throne you shall be silent. By my Jinni I shall speak. The words spoken through you shall be the words of Allah’.” The voice continued, “Swear by the moon that you shall remain silent on the throne. Swear by the daystar that from the throne you shall not speak.”

“I swear,” his voice cracked. “I swear, by the moon and the daystar that I shall not speak from the throne,” he said, amazed at the strength he suddenly felt. “What is Allah’s will?” he asked. “You are the Chosen One. You shall rescue men from chaos. You shall restore the language and the glory that was Babel.” The angel continued to speak, “Allah’s jinn will show you the way, and I will speak with you often. There is a woman named Spirit, she will take care of your needs and desires. Behold, she is here now.”

Startled by the presence of the woman suddenly at his side, Jesus turned to look at the diminutive, dark skinned woman. When he turned again to see the Angel, he saw only a stone post. Turning to the woman, he said nothing. Spirit, too, was silent. Taking the man by the arm, she gently guided him towards a small door behind the altar.

THE RIDE HOME

The bus was full and Jeremiah took the last seat somewhere near the back. He was asleep before the bus left the station. In spite of all that troubled his mind, he slept peacefully for several hours.

Waking slowly, Jeremiah found that he had fallen to one side and his head was resting on the shoulder of the passenger seated beside him. Slowly, he pulled himself erect in his seat. Only when he was comfortably upright did Jeremiah steal a glimpse at the person beside him.

The woman was in her twenties, neatly dressed, and, to a trained eye, very Jewish. She was staring at him and crying softly. “Are you OK?” Jeremiah asked quietly. Trying to find her voice, she said, “I was dreaming that you were my husband; I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry I leaned against you that way. I was asleep.” Jeremiah apologized. He felt embarrassed. Something about her tears and the pretty face, backlit in the window, stole his voice and it cracked, “You are married?”

“My husband and my baby disappeared.” She said bluntly. He did not need to ask when or how. “My wife and daughter are gone too.” He said. “Your husband must have been a Christian.” Suddenly secretive and quiet, she whispered, “How did you know?” “They all were.” Jeremiah replied softly. “All the babies, all the children, but the adults were Christians; they were all Christians! I’ve looked and asked everywhere; I can’t find a case where any adult who disappeared was not a Christian.”

“Were you there?” she asked, “Did you hear that Jesus guy?” “Yes, you?” he returned the question. “Yes,” she said, “What did you think?” Jeremiah pondered for a minute, “That wasn’t the Jesus my wife knew.” he replied candidly. “No, no it wasn’t, was it?” the question was whispered. Without giving time for Jeremiah to answer, she continued, “You’re a believer now, aren’t you?”

This time Jeremiah was caught off guard. “Me?” he choked, “a believer?” “Yes, you,” she spoke firmly, “a non believer wouldn’t answer that way. Besides, I can see it in your face.” “You too, I guess?” he asked. “Yes, of course.” her voice softened, “there is no other way, at least, not for me.”

Her name was Sandy Isaacs. She had been sent, she said, by a group of believers in Jerusalem. She was to attend the speech by Jesus and report back to the group. Jeremiah knew he had to meet that group. He had been silent about his conversion and he was thrilled to know that he was not the only believer. It was a Divine appointment and the next step toward destiny.

SPIRIT AND JESUS

The door led into a formal sitting room. Spirit indicated that Jesus sit on a couch and then took a seat in a chair facing him. Jesus looked uncomfortable in that setting. To tell the truth, he would have been more comfortable seated on the floor of a Bedouin tent. He had not been chosen for his social status or breeding.  It was his sensitivity to the jinn and his face and royal bearing that had brought him here. They would build up his self-esteem. It would not take long to acclimate the man to his surroundings. He would feel important enough but in the end, he was only a tool.

Spirit addressed the man, “You will be called Jesus; you will learn your role.” She continued, “You may speak freely to me and to the household staff. Anything you desire will be provided. Do not leave the palace without your protectors and do not speak to outsiders. If your jinni is silent, you will be silent in the presence of visitors. Do you understand this?”

“Yes,” Jesus said, “but who are you and why should I listen to a woman?” “I am Spirit,” the woman snarled, “I am your contact with Allah; without me you can do nothing!” Jesus did not question this. Fear knotted his gut so tightly that an answer was impossible. Jesus would be the face but Spirit would be the power behind the man. He would learn this truth well.

Spirit rose and left the room without another word. Two young women entered the room.  Long black hair hung loosely down their backs; their faces brazenly unveiled. They were foreigners and spoke a language this newest of messiahs could not identify. For Jesus it had been a long time. He did not question why they were there. Taking a large draft from the bottle one of them carried, he quickly and roughly had his way.

He was dressed again when a young man appeared. When Jesus spoke to him, he opened his mouth revealing the still swollen stub of his tongue. Silently motioning with his hand the servant led him down a maze of hallways to his quarters. The savior of the world was starved, and for religion, if not for hygiene, he would need a bath.

REMNANT

Churches still met around the world; even in Jerusalem there were churches that met every Sunday morning.  They paid, however, a heavy price.  They reported to the government every month.  Members paid heavy taxes simply for being Christian.  Sermons were edited and approved in advance and members were limited to the most menial jobs with no hope of promotion.  Unauthorized meetings were very much illegal and simply attending could bring a prison sentence.  Organizing a meeting not approved by the government could bring the death penalty.

Jeremiah knew it would be very dangerous but Sandy had set up the meeting.  And so it was that on a Tuesday evening, some three weeks after Jesus and established himself in Babylon, Jeremiah found himself in a taxi headed for the Arab side of town.

The loud, cigar smoking, taxi driver commented both on the neighborhood and on the danger to a Jew walking alone on such as street.  It was dark and Jeremiah, former Mossad agent, armed with a pistol, felt fear as he stood alone on that corner.  In less than a minute, however, Sandy Isaacs joined him, appearing quickly from out of a darkened doorway.  Jeremiah followed silently as they walked through darkened alleys.

Some 10 minutes later, they arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.  Producing a key from the small purse she carried, Sandy quickly opened the door and stepped back to allow Jeremiah to enter first.  It was dark but the large building appeared to be empty inside. A dim light escaped through a crack in a door at the top of the metal staircase just off to Jeremiah’s left.  With Sandy again in the lead, they quickly ascended the stairs and entered a dimly lit room.

A dozen people sat in folding chairs and a dozen empty chairs waited for people to fill them.  The chairs faced a small stand on a slightly raised platform.  Sandy motioned Jeremiah to take a seat on the front row, then ascended the platform, and quietly took a seat on a worn leather chair behind the podium.

The former officer from the Mossad carefully examined his surroundings and the people sitting silently in their chairs.  They were a curious bunch, all dressed in dark clothes, hunched down in their chairs as if crouching low would make them invisible to the secret police who even now might be in their midst.  He could not tell if they were rich or poor, Arab or Jew, he could only sense their fear.

They sat in silence for more than 30 minutes while one by one people silently entered the door and took their seats. The last seat taken, a man, seated close to the door, quietly rose and locked it with a key.  It was only then that Sandy stood and took her place behind the podium.  Quietly she led the group in a prayer asking for divine guidance.  Then, without warning, she introduced Jeremiah to the group and asked him to say a few words.  Jeremiah, though surprised, was not speechless. He quickly began to address the little group.  His voice was hushed but strong.  He shared with them a little of his background, how he met Sandy and of the hope in his heart. He spoke of resistance to this Jesus of Babylon, this Jesus of Allah, and of how this little group, of new and frightened Christians, in that darkened room could represent Jesus the Christ the Shepherd of Galilee.

It was a long meeting and several people spoke but before the end they had elected this newcomer, this former super spy, as their leader.  He was, after all, the most educated and the most eloquent of the group.  His passion and his purpose came through. There was not a soul present who did not recognize that God had sent them a leader, a pastor, a Shepherd.

There were no theologians in that group.  They did not yet know of martyrdom or destiny.  They knew neither their own future nor the pain and suffering to come.  They did not know how many of the people seated in that room would soon forfeit their lives for the cause.  The only thing they knew was that Jesus, the real Jesus, the Shepherd of Galilee, the Nazarene had called them and that they would follow him to the very end.  Big things often start small and the resistance started that day, in that darkened room, in an empty warehouse, would grow and become a mighty force for Jehovah and for his Son.

CONFUSION

Eighteen months had passed since the Jesus of Allah had made his presence known in Babylon.  In spite of its early promise, this new government had done poorly and confusion reigned in Babylon.  Spirit, who had been so sure of the future, was today in a bad mood.  Her jinn, so faithful at first, were lying to her.  She, making decisions based on their reports, had begun to feel foolish.  She was tired, angry and more than a little confused.

Mother Nature, she had been promised, would heal herself and the world would return to normal.  Much to the contrary, things had gotten worse, much worse.  Smog and smoke from a million forest fires made breathing difficult, even in the desert cities of the Middle East.  Life had become so difficult, that in many of the world’s cities, entire neighborhoods lay abandoned.  Global warming had raised sea levels, inundating the world’s coastlines, sending tens of millions of refugees inland.

Somehow, hundreds of new Christian evangelists had spread out from Jerusalem and were inciting rebellion around the world.  Governments and nations, so willing to fall at the feet of Babylon in the early days, were now infiltrated with new Christians.  Even the threat of death and enforced poverty now seemed to fall on deaf ears.  Angry and jealous jinn, each trying to outdo the other, had made false reports.  Spirit had not heard of the rebellion in time to stop it.  No longer able to rely on her jinn, Spirit fell on her face and appealed to Allah.

A LONELY  LEADER

Surrounded by wealth and beauty, dressed in the best of Royal clothing, eating the finest of foods and in possession of a harem overflowing with beautiful women; Jesus was lonely.  Spirit, it seemed, was the only person in his world who spoke his language.  The eunuchs, who served him, had had their tongues removed.  His harem, filled with foreign women, offered no opportunity for even the simplest conversation.  He sometimes went weeks without seeing Spirit and, even then, the conversations were brief and to the point.

Every Saturday morning, following morning prayers, Jesus found himself dressed in royal apparel, seated on a throne. The Throne Room, seen by the whole world at least once a week, was, in reality, an elaborate television set. Lighting, backgrounds, elevations and depth of field were all carefully designed for maximum effect. Sitting on the throne, Jesus saw rows of lights, a bare concrete floor filled with people, cameras and microphones. This was a show, nothing more.

Somehow, Jesus always felt fear in the minutes leading up to show time. What would happen if the camera and lights came on and the jinni didn’t show up?  Not only did he have no idea what to say, he was under oath to say nothing. Just the thought could make him sweat. The jinni always showed up right on cue, however, and left the second the lights went out. This too was frightening because one reporter or the other would throw a last minute question at the exhausted and quite ignorant man still seated on the platform.

REVIVAL

Islamic courts had long ruled that a man has a right to be pleasured in any way he chooses. Although illegal, pornography was rampant. Sharia courts refused to enforce minimum age laws.  After all, Mohamed married Aisha when she was nine years old.  Bibles, however, and any religious material not strictly Islamic, was illegal and possession could bring long prison sentences or even death.  This gave rise to the world’s first absolutely free black-market.  Believers copied and freely shared Bibles and other Christian materials.

Three years after the meeting in Jerusalem, the hundreds of evangelists, who had gone out, had little or no communication, with Jerusalem, or each other.  Those in leadership had used prepaid cell phones once or twice and then destroyed them.  Even this communication, however, was now gone. New legislation required that users register prepaid cell phones before use.

Secret police and soldiers had martyred tens of thousands of Christians around the globe.  Horrible and grotesque executions had produced thousands of new believers.  The new identity chip and tattoo were having a much more chilling effect on the Christian community.  No longer facing martyrdom by public execution, Christians, unable to buy or sell, simply starved to death.

Hunger, it seems, could accomplish what no army ever could.  Visibly stooped and graying, Jeremiah’s body shook constantly; cold and hungry he fell on his face before his God.

LIVING STATUE

It was Saturday morning, and this week’s broadcast from Babylon was not coming from the throne room but rather from the Temple of the Moon.  Allah had spoken; something new was about to happen. Spirit said that Jesus was to make the introduction. This made no sense whatsoever to Jesus but spirit had promised that the jinni, who spoke through him, would not fail.

Cameras from the government television station had been moved into the Temple Sanctuary.  Multiple rows of powerful lights now lit the normally dim and smoky, room.  Everything focused on the altar and the pillar beyond it.  A small podium stood, 20 feet or so, to the right of the pillar.

The secret police (Jesus often suspected they were more guards than protectors) led him into the room and left him standing behind the podium.  If he could have seen beyond the lights he would have known that the room was empty except for a small camera crew and spirit who sat quietly on a bench near the front.

The deep and powerful voice of an unseen announcer boomed suddenly through the hall.  “Men of the world,” it said in Arabic, “Jesus the Christ of Allah.”  The man behind the podium felt only a moment of fear before the jinni inside stepped forward and began to speak.”In the name of God the Merciful the Just, Allah himself has decided to speak to you tonight through the person of his mighty Angel; Brothers; the Angel of the Lord.”

At that word, the jinni left him.  A turbaned man, in a white robe, escorted Jesus quickly down the steps and seated him at Spirit’s side.  All cameras, and with them, the eyes of the world, focused on that marble pillar behind the altar.  The smoke or vapor, flowing down the sides, quickly transformed the pillar. The marvelous apparition, seen so often by Jesus and Spirit, was now made visible to the world.

The speech was powerful, the words hypnotic.  It was the miracle the world had been looking for and millions, previously unsure, now believed.  Who but God could make a statue speak?  Rebellion ceased and jinn, by the thousands, lined up and apologized to Spirit.  The Angel, who became known as, “The Talking Statue”, would now speak frequently to the peoples of the world. The rebellion would never again wreak havoc in the Kingdom.

THE LAST WEEK

It was winter in Jerusalem. The strange decorations of the New Christmas were everywhere. The Christmas Message to the world had been impressive, and the pillar turned Angelic Being, a powerful messenger. As Jesus was escorted from the room, a guard quickly raised a pistol and fired. The bullet had not yet exited the rear of his head when Ishmael Mohamed found himself in the Devil’s hell. The pain was real but secondary. Suddenly, like a man looking down on a parade from a tall building, his whole life was before him. The weight of his offense crushed him. The pain inflicted by the flames paled as his guilt drove him toward the insanity he longed for but could not reach. He was a minute into eternity.

Her body in the ground, her soul resting in Heaven, Sandy Isaacs was dead. Her body starved and wracked with pain, she had fought hard to remain alive to the end. She came so close. Too many people came to see her buried. It was at her grave that the police found a frail and battered Jeremiah. He was not half the man they had known in the Mossad. They arrested him for unlawful grouping; it was the next day before they knew who they had. So strong was his reputation as a super terrorist; so bent and weak the man in custody, no one would have put the two together.

THE CORONATION

They had carried him from the wall to the grand entrance. Through the pain his eyes had seen the Star of David now flying beneath the Babylonian Banner. The fire burning in his chest gave Jeremiah super human strength. The guards fell back in awe as he struggled, first to free himself from their grasp and then to stand erect, in the posture of the soldier he was. The crowed hushed as the man in rags marched toward the altar. The guards followed, closely at first but slowed, and then stopped altogether, as he centered himself and faced the altar.

It was an awesome sight; the dead but resurrected Jesus sat on a throne, not massive but designed to make him look larger than life. To his left, and a few paces forward, stood Gabriel of the Pillar. His wings were spread in fierce extension; fire danced in his eyes and mouth. If Jeremiah felt fear, it did not show. Rather his countenance glowed as that of Moses descending from the mountain.

Spirit, dressed as a man, stood behind the throne. The sight of Jeremiah’s face caused her to involuntarily slide toward the shadows. Lucifer, incarnate in the body that had belonged to Ishmael or Jesus, was enraged. Choosing to cause the statue to speak, rather than address the man from his human form, Satan roared, “Allah has spoken, you are to be the first and great sacrifice in his Temple.

Untouched by human hand, Jeremiah’s body rose from the ground and centered over the altar, where it hung, suspended a half meter over the flames. Slowly, accompanied by music of Pomp and Circumstance, Jesus rose to his feet and approached the altar. With great ceremony he pulled a curved knife from his belt. It was the same knife that had silenced the last witness in the dessert. Grabbing Jeremiah by the hair he carefully drew the blade across his throat.

The crowd was on their feet. The applause was deafening. A drop of blood fell into the flame, a trumpet, not choreographed, sounded, drowning out the audience, and all hell broke loose.

When it was over, only Jeremiah stood on the pile of rubble that remained. He was staring into the eyes of Jesus of Nazareth, King of Kings and Lord of Lords!

THE DEATH OF THE BIRD GOD

After an hour or so, the people were in a demon induced frenzy. The holy man, who had been sitting alongside the fire, smoking his hallucinogens, stood slowly and approached a girl of about 14 years of age, quietly tapping her on the shoulder…

This is a true story:

The little bird that twitted from branch to branch was innocent enough but the demon, who pretended to be the god that bird had come to represent, was bloodthirsty and evil beyond imagination.

The people who called the little bird God were gathered around the fire, as naked as the day they were born. Slowly at first, but then more rapid and insistent, the drum began to beat in that beat so familiar to Satanists around the world.

After an hour or so, the people were in a demon induced frenzy. The holy man, who had been sitting alongside the fire, smoking his hallucinogens, stood slowly and approached a girl of about 14 years of age, quietly tapping her on the shoulder. Taking his cue, she approached the fire and quickly threw in her first-born son. The baby screamed for a second or two but was quickly silenced by the flames that snuffed the life from his tiny body.

And the Bird-God, speaking through the shaman, promised to protect the tribe from the cannibals they feared with an unnatural terror.

Standing beside the fire stood a young boy, perhaps ten years old. Suddenly sickened by the sight of the burning infant, he ran into the woods, weeping. “God” he cried, “if you are a god, you cannot want a mother to throw her child into the fire.” Dazed and confused, he ran; not knowing where he was going. He would run for a day and a night, passing through impassable jungle, weeping and calling out to a God he did not know.

Some twenty miles from his tribe, on a major river in Ecuador, stood a strange, almost American looking house. The young couple who lived there were missionaries. They had heard of the boy’s tribe while still in Bible College and determined that they would reach that tribe for Jesus. Moving to Ecuador, they had no way of contacting the tribe. Other Indians, even Christians, were terrified of the Tribe. The word on the river was that the tribe beheaded and roasted any outsider they came across. No one would venture into that part of the jungle.

Not knowing what else to do, the young couple built a house on the river, as close as they could safely get to the tribe. For more than a year, they would pray for the tribe every day. It wasn’t much… some of their supporters were getting impatient and their support check begin to get smaller by the month… Still they prayed for the tribe that everyone assured them could not be reached.

Then came that morning. Rising at sunrise, coffee in hand, they went out on the front porch to pray for their beloved but unknown tribe. There, to their great surprise, on the top step, lay a bloodied and exhausted little Indian boy…

That boy would become a son to them. He learned English and Spanish and he learned the Bible. In the Bible and through his newly adopted parents, the boy met and came to know the God he had called out to the night the baby burned.

Two years later, at the ripe old age of twelve, he returned to his tribe and told them of the savior he had come to know. Soon they sent him back to the river to fetch the people of this marvelous God who loved them so much that He gave his own Son to deliver them. Surely, this God was more powerful than the little bird god who demanded the lives of their sons.

Within a few months every member of the tribe had confessed Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.

I heard this story straight from the mouth of those missionaries. That was in the 1970s and they were older and retired even then. Surely they are in Heaven now but I have never forgotten their story.

Hebrews 11: 8 By faith Abraham, when he was called, obeyed and went out to a place he was going to receive as an inheritance. He went out, not knowing where he was going.

Sometimes, no, often God’s ways are beyond our understanding. Would you move to the jungles of a foreign land, build a house and pray every day for a people everyone assured you could not be reached? When finances dwindled and you were reduced to eating nothing but beans and eggs every day, would you stay? If your answer is no, you need to repent and get right with God… God uses people who do not have to understand the details…

David…

HOLD ON TO HOPE!

What do you do when you understand that the loss of all things is a distinct possibility?

Psalm 42:11

Why am I so depressed?
Why this turmoil within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him,
my Savior and my God.

Modern Christianity has been centered on the believer; My faith, My praise, My worship, My healing, My blessing, and so on, ad nauseum. Preachers have preached messages on how God wants to bless YOU, YOUR Healing, YOUR faith, and on and on and on. They have concentrated on health and wealth; “Your Best Life NOW!” (If your best life is now, you are going to Hell when you die!) Songs seem to emphasize the believer I worship you… I adore you. Blessings are all in the here and now. It was not always so…

In the Depression of the 1930s and the pain of the Second World War in the 1940s, Songs and sermons were centered on God and Heaven… The whole focus was “Over There.” We were suffering here and now, but God would make it right over there.

We are moving into a period that will bring greater pain than did the Great Depression or the war. Unfortunately, the Church has bought into a big lie; God loves America so much that He will never allow America or Americans to suffer loss. We have draped the Cross with an American Flag and given the Gospel a distinctly American twist. We have imagined that God sits on a red, white and blue throne and that Jesus lounges around Heaven in red, white and blue pajamas… To convince American Christians that Judgment is about to fall on the United States of America and that the country we have known will soon cease to exist, is almost impossible; after all, “We are a Christian Nation!”

I might point out that Christian Nations do not slaughter a million infants a year on the altar of Baal and Christian Nations do not glorify the sins of Sodom, but few would listen… Paul and Stephen, James and Peter may have died as Martyrs but American Christians get rich with Jesus… So much for reality.

The question I address here is a different one. What do you do when the reality of our current situation dawns on you? What do you do when you finally understand that there is a huge possibility that you and yours will be called on to suffer and die for Jesus? What do you do when you realize that your children may never grow up and that your Grandchildren may never be born? What do you do when you understand that the loss of all things is a distinct possibility? How are you supposed to react to the reality of pain, starvation, torture and death?

Do such things really happen to God’s Children? A reading of the Bible, both the Old and New Testaments will clearly reveal that they do… A quick read through Foxe’s Book of Martyrs will open your eyes to reality… A quick Google search on Christian Persecution will make you want to throw your computer across the room… Jeremiah wrote of the suffering in Jerusalem during the Babylonian siege:

“Arise, cry aloud in the night at the beginning of the night watches; pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord; lift up your hands to Him for the life of your little ones who are faint because of hunger at the head of every street. See, O Lord, and look! With whom have You dealt thus? Should women eat their offspring, the little ones who were born healthy? Should priest and prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord? (Lamentations 2:19, 20)

If these things happen to God’s children, the children of promise and the receivers of the Covenants, why believe in God or follow him? Is this not depressing? Should we not grab our Teddy Bear and go sit in the corner, rocking and weeping?

I tell you no! Lift up your head, your redemption is closer now than it has ever been! You just need to change your focus from earth to Heaven, from the temporal to the eternal and from yourself to God. Christianity is not about you, it never was. Christianity is about God and about his Christ.

The WESTMINSTER SHORTER CATECHISM asks, “What is the chief end of man?” and gives the answer, “Man’s chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him forever.” Whatever you think about the catechism, that is the correct answer. The answer of the modern preacher may be, “To be glorified by God and made healthy and wealthy… but the catechism reveals the Biblical answer.

If the current and soon coming suffering are not to depress you, there are several things that you must do:

  • Center your heart on God
  • Wrap your mind around the concept of Heaven and Eternity
  • Understand that the end of life on earth is the beginning of an eternity with God
  • Realize that suffering here earns crowns there
  • Believe that sharing in the suffering and death of Jesus is a privilege
  • Rip the Flag off of the Cross and meditate on what Jesus suffered for you
  • Meditate on the Glory that is Christ Jesus’ because of what He suffered
  • Think about the Glory you will share, over there, because you chose to stand with Jesus when it hurt

Paul wrote, “My goal is to know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death…” (Philippians 3:10)

Peter wrote, “But rejoice as you share in the sufferings of the Messiah, so that you may also rejoice with great joy at the revelation of His glory.” (1 Peter 4:13)

Paul was beheaded and Peter was crucified upside down. Awful, right? Do you think that they regret that today?

Christianity is not about you… IT IS NOT ABOUT YOU!

What is the end of the matter?

Revelation 7:9,10

After this I looked, and there was a vast multitude from every nation, tribe, people, and language, which no one could number, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were robed in white with palm branches in their hands.  And they cried out in a loud voice:

Salvation belongs to our God,
who is seated on the throne,
and to the Lamb!

I want to be in that crowd… I want to stand right next to you!

David…