THE SEVENTH DAY,
BEYOND THE RAPTURE
The entire technological and political and governmental and economic infrastructure of the 21st century is swept away, and most of the cities are gone from the map. Many nations survive, but many (particularly the ones that bitterly persecuted the Jews) do not, and all are now subject to the scepter of Yeshua, who sits on a throne in Jerusalem, his world capital. Depending on the results of the Judgment of Nations that divided the "sheep nations" from the "goat nations," the failed goat-nations cease to exist and the sheep nations are restored and given one thousand years in which to grow and flourish in a world re-established on universal peace, justice, mercy and truth and love, all surrounded by a paradise-like environment.
For the first century or two of his 1,000 year reign, a Sabbath Rest prevails, though much healing of the earth and healing of people needs to be done before all is restored to an Eden-like state, lost since the First Parents rebelled and sin in the garden of Eden.
Preachers, teachers, evangelists, many with healing gifts, go forth to the entire world, to gather and instruct the scattered people, who had fled the worst of the destruction that had engulfed the world under the rule of the Anti-Christ.
Myrrha was one of these, along with her mother, sister, father, and, yes, brother. Aloes ahs returned with all the saints of God, alive and well, to join those who are responsible to carry out Yeshua's goverment program of restoration of the earth and restoration of humanity.
With the increased atmospheric pressure, and shift in the magnetic pole, and tropical conditions spreading across the globe, species return that have not been seen for thousands of years--such as dinosaurs and even dragons.
Many of these re-introduced species look fierce, but they are vegetarians, just as they were originally before the Fall of Adam and before the Great Mubbul (the World-Wide Flood of Noah's time).
Yet some ministries, such as Myrrha's, requires more speed, and so Pamela's dragon service does not know much idle time. Fitted with a seat attached to the dragon's two horns, the passenger enjoys a rather breezy ride, but the dragon is dependable and never fails to deliver her safely and in a timely fashion. On the return flight, the dragon knows where to go instinctively, homing in on its roost at Pamela's mountain home with the accuracy of a dove.
But she gives most of her messages at the centers of gathering, called "Congregations of the Cross," or "Cities of Refuge," established by Yeshua on each continent. The Black Hills in North America, for example, is one such center--and the meeting hall is none other than an ancient stav church patterned after one built by ancient Norwegians, or Vikings. Shown to Heloise in a vision, it had been tilted by a massive quake, but since the reconstruction began another quake has set it back level on its foundations--well able to last for hundreds of years, if not the entire Millennium.
With the White Angel at the helm of the fying bubble, she was escorted to various sights as he told her how her family was doing back at Petra (they were fine, with no prospect now of the attack by the now defunct World Union).
Michael Jayson dead! she thought. But he had been dead before, shot fatally by an assassin right in the left temple. Electrifying the entire world, which brought him instant recognition as a divine being, God himself many believed, he had come back to life after three days lying dead, with no vital signs whatsoever! All his prior claims of being Christ and even the Jewish Messiah now seemed irrefutable--his divinity absolutely vindicated. Who could deny his claims to deity and Messiahship then? People tore anybody apart who dared do that in public.
She recalled the startling sight of him, with the bullet wound in the forehead visible but healed, as he stepped out from the hospital in Rome to meet the cameras of the world press after his resurrection.
She also saw some of Hell's ferocious but now impotent demons still at large but about to be captured.
Heloise saw herself that the Anti-Christ's defeat and destruction was total. His chief installations were abandoned, with whoever was last to leave caught by a withering blast from the Almighty's war angels's laser-like swords. Ironically, the Anti-Christ had concentrated his hopes for victory over the Asian coalition in secret, unmarked stealth airborne laser aircraft--but here they sat, unused, their pilots tumbled out dead upon the ground.
Yet their turn soon came. To prevent the Asian Coalition from sending missiles across the Atlantic and Pacific to the cities and capitals of all remaining powers that might oppose their takeover of the Earth (though some were permitted through), Yeshua Himself stepped into the fray, deciding their fate. Monster tornados swept up into the heavens above the battlefield, enormous amounts of moisture were drawn into the twisting funnels, and then the rivers of water turned to ice balls that reached 100 pounds and more. Then the massive, many-colored electro-cells that spun above the funnels electrifed the giant hailstones, which then plummeted back to earth, smashing the Asian Coalition groupings of forces with electrified hailstones by the millions of tons, frying the men inside the tanks and armored vehicles while preventing them from making an escape.
Just hours before his own debacle on the valley floor of Jezreel, in the climactic battle for control of Earth I called Armageddon, Michael Jayson was visited by a special emissary appointed by the Supreme Council of the World Union, Monsignor Louis Phillippe van Schwenk-Wallenberg, Duc d' Oreans. Michael Jayson met the duke and his chief aide d'camp in the Trojan Room--where he kept a favorite holographic of the classic Fall of Troy in which a wooden horse, given to the Trojans by the besieging Achaean Greek armies as a gift, becomes the means to capture the city. Ceremonial bodyguards carrying classic Greek-like javelins stood at attention as the duke explained why he had come at this time.
"Intelligence arrived just lately that we could not ignore. Now that you have brought utter defeat upon us all in this reckless misadventure of yours in the Middle East, there will be, shortly, no World Union. When we departed Rome I knew there would be no Rome to return to, Your Majesty. For that reason we am prepared to render to you now the unamimous decision the Council has come to regarding your deposition. On the authority of the Supreme Emergency Council of the World Union, as the Council's Plenipotentiary Extraordinaire, I, Monsignor Louis-Philippe, declare that you are relieved of your position and must relinguish all your powers immediately. We bear no responsibility for your personal safety nor for your acts from this point on. From now on, you are on your own, Mr. Jayson, just as we are. As for your entourage and personal servants, even your Minister of World Religious Unity and other officials of your cabinet, they are your responsibility to inform that they are no longer in power."
But the World Dictator was not going to give up world power that easily and be declared redundant. "No, you don't, I will have both of you guillotined first!" he said. "Do you think I will bow to you, this ridiculous, little council of yours? Who called you to preside over me and my affairs, anyway? I have not been defeated! How dare you say that to me! YOU have been defeated!"
The duke slowly shook his head and smiled. "You are mad--and we were mad to follow you as long as we did. It was too late when we realized what a--a--force of pure evil you really are. There is no humanity in you whatsoever! You are a veritable beast, not a human being at all!"
Michael Jayson shrugged. He walked away, signalled to some troops outside the door who carried the real armament, and then shut the door when they had gone in with his instructions. There were shots, then the bodies were carried out to the garden.
Michael Jayson took the elevator up to his love toy-stuffed private apartments to think. Yes, the duke had received intelligence--things had gone badly for him and the World Union in the Jezreel war theatre. And no doubt they would send all their missiles now against his cities and capital. Should he warn his Minister of Religion? As if his supreme pontiff was on the same wave length, the screen in the bedroom flickered, and a recorded image and message flickered to life.
The screen filled with smoke clouds, flashes of light and then darkness, and went dead.
Michael felt something depart at the same time.
Just now he felt a sinking, sucking sensation, as if the entity that gave him life was now withdrawing, leaving him in a kind of panic. A reddish glare, in fact, flared in the room, leaving him feeling like a sick, very old man, which he really was. Life itself was fast ebbing from his blue, collapsed veins. He staggered to the bathroom to get some emergency medicines such as heart stimulants and herbal remedies as well. Gulping down some sedatives and stimulants mixed in the same dose along with a shot of anti-oxident-rich dragon fruit juice, he sank to the tiled floor, then crawled back into the other room, lying on his face for long moments as his mind slowly turned over and over his dwindling prospects.
The duke, he had to agree, had it right: he WAS finished! Somehow, in the heat of the conflict, he had felt invincible, had believed himself invincible, had believed he was God Almighty himself! But now?
He felt like a mere human being once again! What had happened to him? He had to do something to save himself, but what? What Contingency Plan did he have? Without thinking he would ever need it, it had gone unread until these last desperate moments. Cyprus would soon be attacked, so he had to flee like a rat from a foundering ship at sea. But where? His original plan called for a rapid sea crossing from Malta (after a brief hop to the islet by plane), then a voyage out from a secret sub base, then when he made it safely out of the Mediterranean to a private airfield in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco, a flight to Canada, to a reclusive resort he had turned into a private estate.
But could he elude the Chinese? Were they waiting for him at any of those critical points on his itinerary? He had to try. With his entourage of forty-seven gurus, cosmeticians, aroma therapists, Sufis, and Wiccan advisers scrambling to join him in a waiting Gulfstream next to the main terminal, at the last moment he boarded a small customized Cessna XLS jet shuttle he kept on the estate's small-plane runway even as a major quake struck the island, opening huge cracks through the middle of the island, and running straight on to the Greek mainland and leveling Athens and a number of Eastern European cities in its northwestern path.
If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a great man that would be!
And if that great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
What a great splash that would be!
And if that great man sail that fallen tree,
they'll sink and sink eternally!
But what about his ruling master, Lucifer the Devil, or Satan, called the Dragon? At the same time Michael was falling into the lake of fire, Lucifer was cast into the Pit, which was just as hellish and hot and inescapable. But only for a thousand years, and then he would be set free for a time on the earth, to seduce and deceive those who could be tempted to follow him, and only then would he be seized and cast into the lake of fire, to remain there, punished forever for all his crimes against human beings and rebellion against His Creator.
Prophecy given thousands of years in advance foretold Yeshua's Second Coming would find Him setting his foot down first on the crest of the Mount of Olives. The Turnbulls, alerted by angels that the time was now about to be fulfilled, hurried in the darkness toward Olivet. There they saw the heaven split open, blinding light pour forth, and then Yeshua slowly descended until his foot touched the top of the mountain. Immediately, the whole earth and city shook, and the mountain split in two.
The ages had waited expectantly for this very moment, when the Anointed One would return to reclaim his royal city, Jerusalem, the Holy City of God, the City of David, and go sit on the Davidic throne and rule the whole Earth from Jerusalem.
The church doors of the adjacent sanctuary abutting the gate had been thrown open, and Yeshua continued on into his city, as singing and shouting and dancing of women with timbrels and all kinds of musical instruments erupted around him. Just as prophecy had foretold, singers and dancers went ahead, then followed the elders of the Church and the Apostles who were to represent the Twelve Tribes of Israel, and then came Yeshua, the Great King, riding on a white horse that befitted such a mighty conqueror and King of Kings.
Climbing up the steps to the pedestal that had once held MJ's holographic statue, one of the many depicting him as a pagan god or hero of classical times, Heloise looked about in the crowds surging through the street. Where were the Petra refugees? She saw few Jews in the thronging multitude, realizing that they were still mostly in hiding, and many at quite a distance from Jerusalem. With all former transportation systems disrupted and many never to run again, they must, she thought, be having difficulty in reaching the city. Perhapsd some did not even believe Yeshua had come--or maybe they even thought he might be another false Messiah, such as M.J. had been. The Jews had flocked to his banner, and only later, when it was too late, did they realize their terrible mistake--and then they were helpless to defend themselves, having turned over their army to his generals' control, and he used their own superb military system to try to round them up and try to exterminate them!
No wonder they were slow to return to Jerusalem, lately the scene of so many executions of Jews by the Anti-Christ, not to mention the concentration/liquidation camps where thousands had suffered unspeakably at his hands. Raped, pillaged, imprisoned, tortured, and even executed by the thousands, the Jewish people had been reduced to a remnant, and the remnant was largely in hiding, even after Yeshua's Second Coming had been shown to the survivors across the whole world.
But in the days following Yeshua's entering the city through the Golden Gate, Heloise saw Jews, one by one, sometimes in little family groups and bands, creep carefully up to the open but angel-guarded gates, enter the city fearfully when the angels allowed them to, then gaze about in utter astonishment as they saw there was absolutely nothing for them to fear--the city was in Jewish hands again--Yeshua's, in fact, which could not be better!
But then they saw his pierced hands, and his pierced feet--and the awful truth struck them, some to their knees, and some even falling face down on the ground. They began to cry out and mourn, realizing just who this grand person was--the King of Jerusalem. They wept, knowing that they had chosen many false Messiahs down through the centuries and millennia while rejecting the only true Messiah, who was the very One their forefathers and Herod and the Romans had condemned to execution on a Roman stake.
Knowing that this was the Feast of Tabernacles, they tried to construct booths for the Festival as in times past, and their tears mingled with the olive branches and palm fronds they gathered to make the booths, which signified the time Israel lived in the wilderness, living in tents and following God in the towering pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of flame by night. But it was Isaiah 53 they were really celebrating, as they began, in the unique calypso-like Jewish way, to weave songs out of the magnificent Messianic scripture verses.
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground; he hath no form nor comeliness, and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
He is despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we did not esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and with his stripes we are healed..."
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
He was taken from prison and from judgment, and who shall declare his generation? For he was cut off out of the land of the living, for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death, because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief; when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied; by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many, for he shall bear their iniquities.
Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death; and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors."
She still looked for Aloes too, as newcomers came pouring into the city as news spread of Yeshua's entry. Many were turned back, however, as none but believers in Yeshua were permitted along with the repenting Jewish people--lest they be found in their sins, resistant and rebellious, and judged on the spot. Nothing was allowed to defile or demean the City of the Great King any longer--and the angels kept strict watch every minute of each day--able to spot anything unholy seeking to get by them. Any evil spirit or evil person who sought to come in to cause trouble was immediately apprehended by the warrior angels and slain (the spirits cast into the lake of fire or in the lidded pit). A dread of the holiness of the resurrected City of David fell upon the whole countryside round about--and no one dared to enter the city any more with sin on their hands or hidden in their hearts, with the intent to commit some evil deed in the city if they could.
Truly, a new Day, a New Age of Righteousness, had dawned! Yeshua wielded an iron scepter, a rod of iron, administering pure and incorruptible justice. He was establishing his Reign over the Earth on the basis of justice, not the mercy and grace of the preceding age. All evil would be judged and eradicated, and every wrong thing on the Earth would now be set right immediately by Yeshua--which was not a fearsome thing, except for the evil-doers, as he would "loose the bands of wickedness, undo the heavy burdens, and let the oppressed go free, and break every yoke"--just as Isaiah said.
Howso? The Prince of Peace, Mighty God, Wonderful Counsellor had come and would set up his everlasting throne in Jerusalem, and he would have the perfect answer for everything, being the embodiment of divine wisdom. Yeshua, the Second Adam, was going to restore, and not just restore, but create a paradise many times more beautiful than Eden had been under the first Adam. Glorious beyond saying would be his City, beyond anything the earth had ever seen under even the greatest rulers and kings and emperors, if all their glories could be bundled together and displayed in one city. Israel's Future and Hope had now become, in Yeshua, the whole Earth's Future and Hope--just as the ancient prophecies of the prophets and sages and seers, Isaiah, King David, Zechariah, and John the Revelator, and many others like them, had foretold.
Heloise was astounded. Whose little girl was this? How did she know "Mac," who could only be General Mac, the renegade commander of the Gideon Task Force? Before she could ask the girl any questions, the waif sped away, and Heloise hurried after her, trying not to lose her in the crowds jamming the street.
When she reached the Golden Gate, which was now angel-guarded and covered with real gold plates, Heloise paused, gasping for breath. The girl was no where in sight. She had vanished as quickly as she had appeared. But her message was plain enough. Heloise let Harry and her girls know she was going on an errand, and they were to wait for her. She wouldn't be long, she said.
Her heart in her hand, Heloise stepped outside the City, which was the only safe place on earth for her now, even though the Great King was now present and reigning.
The way down from the gate was a chaos of broken headstones, ossuaries, and scattered rocks and mounds of dirt, blasted away by the engineer-angel. She had some difficulty finding a way through to a point where she could stop and rest and look about, hoping to catch sight of General Mac.
She couldn't recognize him, however, and wasn't too surprised, as he was known for his ingenious disguises. He had dressed in the flowing garb and veil of certain enterprising Arab women on occasion, his eyes dripping mascara as he made admiring eyes at the women-hungry guards and wriggled provocatively as he noted their number and weaponry, and no one was the wiser, as he crept about MJ's own compounds and concentration camps outside the city walls where the Jews were being "processed" in MJ's own verson of the "Final Solution." That was how he gathered such exact information on the entrances and exits, and just how heavily guarded and staffed the checkpoints and guard posts were, and all the rest of the critical data needed to mount a successful surprise raid and rescue (R & R).
But how would she find this almost invisible master of stealth that not even MJ's army of secret service men and the entire GPS satellite detection system could not track down and catch? She realized that he would have to find her instead, since that was far more likely. So she started walking, making herself as conspicuous as possible. She was a mile or so from the wall when she paused amidst some ruined houses and burned wrecks of World Union army vehicles. At that moment she heard a pebble fall. Then another, which flew right in front of her. Who was flinging pebbles at her? Some little street urchin? Yet another pebble came flying out from one of the houses.
Approaching the source, she stepped with some hesitation into the desolate ruins that typified so much of shattered, ravaged, bombed, plundered, depopulated Israel. Under the hanging, half-shattered roof, in the shadows someone was crouching. She almost cried out and fled, but the Bedouen-turbaned and robed figure moved from the deep shadows into sight, and the man's eyes--they were unmistakable.
"You mean the Messiah, the Desire of All Nations?"
"Yes, though I don't care about the Goyim's desires!" the general spat out.
"Well, He does care for them, for me and my kind--even though he is the Messiah of the Jews first!" "I won't argue with you, Bible woman! You told me all I came to find out."
"Well, what are you going to do now, General?"
There was silence.
Heloise tried again, hoping against hope she could keep him talking.
"Where are the refugees you took to Petra, General? I have heard they are fine, but where are they? Did you bring them with you?"
"No, I had to find out first if this Messiah is real or not. Since he is, the refugees will be brought here at once. If he is truly the Messiah, He will be well able to protect them, and my job is finished!"
Heloise thought of something more, though her heart was beating rapidly at the wonderful news.
"What about you, sir? Will you remain to greet your Messiah with the other Jews of the remnant, and cry out, 'Baruch Haba Bashem Adonai!'--'Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!'?"
There was silence again. Then she heard what sounded to her like weeping.
She was aghast. How could such a strong man as this one break down and weep?
"I have too much blood on my hands. He will turn me away if I go to him. I am not worthy!"
"But you were bravely defending your homeland, General! That is no crime, and certainly no sin!"
"No, you don't know. Some years ago I had been watering down the whole night in the clubs and was stopped by a dirty, unshaven fellow outside in the street who begged a smoke. I had some scented Turks, and I offered him one, and then the fool grabbed the lot from my hand, and laughed, saying I could just trot home to my tent in the desert and tend my goats, that was all the dirty, smelly Bedouen were good for!
The fool evidently did not guess, from my robe and looks, that I am a Jew, and I should have let him go even with his insult, for the loss of some cigarettes is a petty thing. But he angered me, and I let anger and rage master me. His friend came up at that moment, and he too lay words of scorn on me, even lifting his heel, after saying some things about my mother and wife I won't repeat to you. I went crazy that time, and my Swiss beauty--it flashed twice, and both fools were dead while still on their feet! Punched through the heart, and their throats slit for good measure!
I fled, and since they were low-life and known troublemakers in the area, no police came looking for me--it was during wartime anyway--and they had more important things to deal with.
So, you see, I am a murderer! How can I go into the city and greet the Messiah with their blood dripping from my hands?"
This was Heloise's grand opportunity as a Bible woman.
She promptly assured the general that all, regardless of their unworthiness or how many men he had murdered, he was most welcome to come repentant. The only unwelcome man was one who came intending evil--then Christos Pantokrator, the World Ruling, Davidic Messiah, would mete out swift justice on his head!
Which are you, sir? Are you his now, or Satan's. You cannot be both. But all you need do is believe in Yeshua as your Messiah, Lord, and Savior--and, of course, surrender yourself to him forever--as He gave his life for you, paying the full penalty for all your sins. The angel guardians will not let you go in otherwise--if your heart is still wavering between two masters."
The general answered by coming out from the ruined house. "Take me with you, if you will, please." His tone was like a most humble man, not that of a commanding general's. It was so unlike the General, she peered at him, wondering what had caused this tremendous change.
She saw his face was wet, and his eyes still running.
"Please let us go, and waste no more time. There will be a battle for control of Jerusalem in this very spot, soon. When the cat leaves the house, the mice run amok. You see, some units of Jordan's army and air force that weren't up north fighting in MJ's lost war with several other allied armies, will attack Jerusalem to take the spoils--us Jews! I was just informed by my eyes and ears planted among them they are on their way.
Horrified, Heloise looked around. "But where will our refugees from Petra and that other place you have for the children--? "Oh, Mt. Seir? I won't let my boys drop them here. It's all been arranged. They will be taken directly to the Temple Mount--which I thought would be safest, if there still happened to be snipers in the city, and then we will deal with the security problem in the way I have learned how best to handle it--door to door!"
Heloise knew he had chosen the drop site well--it was level and a large area was clear, but there were ruins good enough for sheltering the refugees if they needed to run for cover. The world quake had leveled most of the religious structures, the mosques and even the new Third Jewish Temple--as well as divided the whole city into three parts. A lot of construction had been started by MJ, rebuilding the city as a pagan-templed tribute to himself, but, of course, it did not get very far before the final battle that destroyed him.
"Let us go then," she said.
Yeshua? She had no idea where He was in the city, nor what He would do in the coming battle, yet Heloise knew they were exactly in his will, saving His people's lives and bringing them to a safe haven--or as safe as it could be in the still unsettled post-war state of the country.
Together they went back up to the Eastern Gate, also called the Golden Gate, where the angels stood guard round the clock, just as Jordanian army units drew close to the city and then paused, waiting for the air assault.
General Mac made a chilling remark, that the last remaining enemies of Israel were intending an assault on the seemingly open, undefended city in order to wipe out any surviving Jews. The Jordanians were known for this sort of thing. Make peace with your rival, when he is stronger, but bide your time until the tables are turned, then show no mercy! Always a weak predator, they waited like the cowardly jackal while the lions hunted down a prey, then when the lions were sleeping off their dinner, moved in for the leftovers. So it was with Israel--when, thanks to the treachery and betrayal of the treaty-breaking Anti-Christ, the Jews were least able to defend themselves, Jordan pounced.
At the gate, the general did a very wise thing. Perhaps it signified his change of heart too. He drew out his renowned Swiss Army knife, looked at it, ran his finger ever so lightly along the razor-sharp blade, then cast it down. Defenseless, utterly vulnerable, but clean of heart! Only then did he step forward, bow, and submit himself to the scrutiny of the warrior angel serving as gatekeepers. It was like an X-ray went through him, head to foot, as he stood in their gaze. Then the guardians of the Golden Gate passed both the general and Heloise, who then were met by Harry, Myrrha, and Cassia.
"You're back! And who is this?" Harry said, eyeing General Mac in his flowing robes and Bedouen turban.
Heloise introduced the general, and he was immediately asked what had happened at the refugee camp in Argentina.
"They're safe in a better place, until I can send my boys to pick them up and bring them all here," he told them. "Besides, I have other groups I have gathered, which are also waiting their turn."
But there was no time now for fellowship and talk. Jerusalem and the remnant of Jews at Jerusalem were targeted for attack as the Jordanian airforce flew to lead the attack, followed by the armored units.
Seeing the lead planes go down along with their Jordanian commander, the rest of the now headless squadron that had once totalled 36 planes, made only a flyby of the city's wall. The remaining pilots, frantically screaming to each other in various languages, were all believing the Jews of Jerusalem had a secret new anti-aircraft system, when actually it was pilot error and simple but fatal inexperience with the guidance systems of Israeli IDF fighter planes. Scratching their part in the the master attack plan, they turned back toward the newly-finished World Union-Jordanian base outside Amman the capital of Jordan--which they never reached.
Heloise rushed to the site, but Esther came out of a Petra chopper first and immediately began searching frantically for her girls. A second helicopter from Mt. Seir was unloading near by, and two girls came out of it and then rushed toward Esther, who had seen them and screamed their names above the noise of the still whirling rotors.
Anna came slowly out, with assistance from a GTF soldier, just as Heloise arrived. Esther and her daughters were hugging, and so Heloise reached out for Anna. Anna was crying! She called to Heloise, forgetting she was a Goy, "Daughter! Daughter!" she screeched. "Let me kiss you!"
General Mac, his air force and crack troops freed of the burden of the refugees, began the operation against the armored units of the Jordanian-led Arab force assaulting the city from the slopes adjoining the eastern wall of the city. So intent were they to get to the enemy, they sped toward the target like an arrow released from a cross-bow.
Though surprised by the still unexplained loss of their supporting air cover and its important part in the conquest and capture of Jerusalem, the Jordanians and their allies were still very confident that they could sweep aside any resistance the few, feeble Jews left in Jerusalem might muster. The plan called for them to take the wall's ancient defenses and then pour into the city to root out and kill all the remaining survivors according to the details of their own treaties with MJ in implementing MJ's second Shoah, or his Final Solution of the Jewish People. Even the children and the sick and aged would not be spared. Jerusalem was to be ethnically cleansed, along with the whole land, from the defilement of Jews forever! As for the rumor of a new Jewish Messiah come to Jerusalem to lead the Jews out of defeat and destruction--they would take his head off and hang it from the cornerstone of the Golden Gate!
They had no doubt that they would soon have their way with Jerusalem's Jews, even without air cover, as the IDF was non-existent, and all its warplanes had been captured. As for the Gideon Task Force, if they had heard about it, it was discounted, for nothing of it had been seen for weeks, so it must have run out of fuel and disbanded, presumably.
Where had all the dreaded Israelis gunships come from? Nobody could guess--it was every man for himself, and no time was spent on foolish questioning by the fleeing, would-be conquerors of Jerusalem and Swords of Allah.
Within less than an hour, the wolves' attack on Yeshua's little flock was over, and the GFT, instead of rounding up the three thousand or so survivors, followed them far enough from the city to make sure they fully intended not to return that day. Otherwise, the enemy would have been asking for complete destruction--and they would not have been disappointed by the prompt GTF response.
As for the air base at Amman, the general knew of a secret silo containing a nuclear-armed missile he could get re-programmed to take it out. He had the expert on missile guidance systems--and the silo was only fifteen minutes by jeep from the city.
But the missile was never needed or fired from Amman's spanking new air base. This was the very last attack touching Jerusalem staged by anyone against the Jews (though more revolts would break out elswhere and be quickly crushed), just at the start of the Millennial Reign of Yeshua, resulting in the Jews' complete victory. There would be 1,000 years of peace--unlike any preceding time in the world, and so glorious it was, all the books written in the world from that point could not possibly describe its splendors and miracles and all the other wonderful things--though they tried.
As for Yeshua's not taking an active role in defending his own city, Heloise and the General soon learned his reason. She had presumed that Yeshua would act as the Lion of Judah, not the Suffering Servant, concerning this unprovoked attack, by the Jordanians who possessed the territory of Israel's ancient enemies, Ammon and Moab.
"Evil is its own undoing," Yeshua told them. "It will destroy itself, oftentimes, if left to itself. And I came to bring peace and justice and righteousness--not war and bloodshed. For this reason I held back my avenging angels. It is my desire that the Jordanians come to Me and serve me gladly, as I did not lift my hand against them now as they know they deserved."
Heloise was not entirely persuaded that the Jordanians should be let off "scot free." She understood the Lord's forebearance, but, just the same, she agreed with General Mac that it was not likely the Jordanians would take their defeat humbly and leave Jerusalem and the Jews in peace just because they had been driven off with their coattails on fire. Yet, despite their misgiving, how could they argue with Yeshua's boundless grace--they had been forgiven much, had they not? Why should the Jordanians not be forgiven, if they would only take the opportunity to enjoy peace instead of continue to pursue a policy of eye for eye and tooth for tooth?
Only a few days after this mercy and stay of judgment of Yeshua was most graciously granted, the Jordanians and their ruling king proved, sadly, that the rout they had suffered had not given them second thoughts about the wisdom of attacking the Jews once again. Showing that they had nothing but contempt for the Jews of Jerusalem and their Messiah, they sent out a raiding party of a thousand camels (their armored vehicles and planes no longer would function, whether they knew how to operate them or not!). It looked just like an ancient Ammonite war party attacking Israel, except the camels carried mortars and anti-tank missiles and SAMs strapped to their backs.
They did not get very far when an avenging angel met them, standing smack in their path.
As Yeshua said it would, this evil act brought its own terrible consequence, by their own choice they were destroyed. This time it was the roar of the Lion of Judah, not the gentle call of the Suffering Servant of man. Angels, who cannot abide treachery and guile and rebellion against God, show no mercy whatsoever to the guilty. The war party was annihilated with the angel's lightning-like sword. But the angel went to the source and did the same. Amman the ancient Jordanian capital, formerly Rabbah, was destroyed, end to end, and the destruction was so complete the city was forsaken and not inhabited again. The Prophet Jeremiah had prophesied this destruction of the Jordanians, descendants of the ancient Ammonites, thousands of years before the event:
Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that I will cause an alarm of war to be heard in Rabbah of the Ammonites, and it shall be a desolate heap, and her daughters shall be burned with fire; then shall Israel be heir unto them that were his heirs, saith the Lord.
Howl, O Heshbon!...for their king shall go into captivity, and his priests and his princes together...behold, I will bring a fear upon thee, saith the Lord God of hosts..."
These and many other ancient prophesies were all being accomplished and implemented, right before their very eyes! It was a glorious thing, and the Jewish people were continuously rejoicing, having seen the fulfillment that had been promised to their forefathers since ages in the past--for which countless Jewish hearts through the long ages had yearned and their eyes had wept rivers, while serving brutal taskmasters in slavery and bondage and oppression of all kinds inflicted on them for thousands of years. Many had given up hope, but always saintly individuals believed God despite the hopeless look of their present conditions. They knew that someday, even if their eyes did not see it, their children, or their children's children might see it--the glorious land was first promised them, beginning with God Almighty's everlasting Covenant with Father Abraham and all his descendants through his son Isaac.
Yet as the days passed and work was begun on the rebuilding of Jerusalem, and still no sight of Aloes, Heloise grew impatient, and she went to Yeshua about it. At least she intended to speak to him, and then someone stepped up to her, a noble-looking, princely youth she had not seen before, wearing the distinctive golden diadem she had seen on angelic messengers from time to time. What order of angels were they? she had wondered. She had no idea, only the emblem at the crest was clearly tree-like, with golden leaves. Could it signify the Tree of Life?
Heloise was so overwhelmed, she sat down. "Is he all right?" she pleaded. "How come I haven't seen or heard from him before this?" The youth bowed as deeply as before and smiled. "Daughter of Zion and great lady, he is fine, and sends you word that he is a man under authority, and must continue the duties assigned to him at present, for there are many under his command, and I--he has been pleased to appoint me his messenger to you."
The youth's manner was so courteous and kind that Heloise felt completely open with him. She began to cry, then wiped her tears, and said as bravely as she could, "Thank you for coming then, Sigal, but what does he wish to tell me? I don't wish to keep you from whatever business you have."
He smiled and bowed again. "No, no, this is the greatest honor, Lady Heloise. I am at your service! We all wanted to go to you, but--but it fell to me. I have something to tell you now, concerning the Aloes plant. Do you know the plant?"
"Yes, I do, but what does it have to do with my son?"
"A great deal, Lady Heloise! This is how a wise man once described it..." And then he began to sing verses gracefully and quaintly like a trained court minstrel of the Middle Ages, accompanied by soft flute music and instruments she did not know, though Heloise could see no instruments anywhere near them where she sat on the Temple Mount.
away in the sunny clime?
By humble growth of a hundred years
it renders its blooming time;
And then a wondrous bud at its crown
breaks into a thousand flowers;
this floral King, in its blooming seen
is the pride of the tropical bowers.
But the plant to the flower is sacrifice
for it blooms but once, and it dies...
The youth continued, singing in a softer manner than before, as Heloise shut her eyes and let the song and the words and the music minister to her its comfort.
that grows in the sunny climb?
How every one of its thousand flowers,
as they drop in the blooming time,
is an infant plant where it falls to the ground,
And as fast as they drop from the dying stem,
grow lively and lovely around!
By dying it liveth a thousand-fold,
in the young that spring from the death of the old."
"That was--that was helpful. And I thank you! It was a lovely song and--"
Suddenly, she smelled something wonderful, as if the wind had wafted the fragrance of a gorgeous flower to her from over the wall of some hidden royal garden! She looked about, but there was no such garden visible--so where was the aroma coming from?
Sigal smiled, and answered, "It is the Aloe plant fragrance, which is used in the sacred anointing oil of the Lord, as you know."
Fragrances have great healing properties, and this fragrance, now, sank deep into her soul, and she felt healed and restored, the loss of Aloes so suddenly and cruelly was completely done away, and in it place was peace and happiness.
She could let him go now too--and though she ached to see him, she could wait. She rose up and gazed at Sigal.
"That was lovely! Everything you did for me was beautiful--I cannot thank you enough."
Sigal smiled, or, rather, grinned. He was obviously very pleased that his song and music had accomplished the most he had hoped for, the healing of a mother's heart grief.
She paused, then spoke out what was on her mind. "Could you tell me a couple things before you go? What is that diadem of yours? What is the meaning?"
"It is the Tree of Life, and Aloes is our commander as we serve the Lord's command to take healing to the nations--which begins with the separation of all the nations into sheep and goats."
Heloise gasped. "Oh! So there is going to be a judgment of the nations! I was beginning to wonder if I had misunderstood the scriptures concerning it. And Aloes is your commander? Where--what?"
He smiled at her many questions that poured forth, but he was not allowed to tell her everything at this point. "I can tell you this much, Lady Heloise, that the Great Separation begins soon, and that is why Aloes cannot come to you at this moment. He is leading us in this duty. Healing must start with separation from the sickness, or the Healing of the Nations will be delayed or even reversed. The goat nations must be removed from the earth, along with the wicked leaders who have chosen to pull the people back into hatred, war, and strife. This is the Age of Yeshua's Peace, and they will not be allowed to return the earth to Satan's kingdom. The Earth is the Lord's kingdom now!"
Even as Aloes's messenger was explaining this to Heloise, Yeshua was comforting a little girl who had lost her mother.
Even while Yeshua was comforting each of the motherless or orphaned children, he was also, as Lord of the Universe, correcting the flaws that had caused so much havoc, suffering, and death on the Earth since the Fall of Man in the Garden, and even before that during the time of Lucifer's rebellion and rampage through Universes--until he was confined to Earth I, that is.
The tilt of Earth I was dealt with, taking the harshness out of the seasons, so that they would no longer be extreme in climate, so cold in winter or so hot in summer. The air pressure was also gradually increased, restoring energy and strength to all created things. Heavy loads or hard tasks that formerly took much effort and caused so much weariness, now could be done with little effort and in far less time. Machines were thus made redundant, useless--as human hands and backs could easily do what only machines could do before.
The planet was even moved a million miles closer to the sun, so that it could receive 2% more sunshine and energy, which it had lost when it was moved away from the sun in the catastrophic disturbances of Lucifer's Rebellion, the Fall of Adam, and the Noahic Flood.
Even as he held the little girl, and her tears dried, the whole earth was experiencing a universal rebirth and healing--warmth was spreading into the cold and frozen areas of the globe, seeds in deserts or polar regions were opening where they could never have germinated before, and the range of palms and tropical orchids and fruits was vastly extended north and south, east and west.
The whole earth was in the process of becoming a gigantic, indescribably beautiful and productive garden, blossoming and greening up to become a second, but much bigger, Garden of Eden--a paradise where everyone could live in peace and plenty, without fear of war or fear of sinful and violent men.
Even the animals were changing their violent, aggressive natures. The predators, like the lions, tigers, and other carnivores, were starting to eat grass and plants, and no longer attacked other animals for meat. The snakes' venom turned harmless, and they no longer presented any danger to people, as they became totally peaceful and did not even try to bite with the teeth they still had.
Now little children could play harmlessly in a nest of snakes, with the mothers' having no fear of them being hurt, or climb on a lion's back and roll off, and the lion would even let its mane be pulled and not growl!
Heloise had to tell Harry and her family, and asked Sigal if he could sing the same song to them, but he declined. "They have already been ministered to, you see."
She wasn't quick to believe it, but he smiled and bowed. "Go and see!"
His already large, light violet eyes widened a bit. "No, lady. Though they serve us when needed, we are not angels. We are men, not angels, but resurrected from the dead, having all been killed during the time of Jacob's Trouble, when we refused to take the sign of the beast and instead proclaimed the Saving Name of Yeshua."
Heloise was stunned and thrilled at the same time. Sigal, then was one of the 144,000 martyrs, first tortured then guillotined, slain, during the Tribulation by the Anti-Christ! John the Revelator had described them. A glorious troop, they were all virgins, having never given themselves to the lust and harlotry of the dying, sick world. And her son was their commander! Could there be a greater honor than that? No wonder Sigal had seemed so noble in his manner, and so full of kindness and courtesy--a true prince of a young man!
The words of the Apostle John himself spoke to her:
And I heard a voice from heaven, like the voice of many waters, and like the voice of loud thunder, and I heard the sound of harpists playing their harps.
They sang as it were a new song before the throne, before the four living creatures, and the elders,
and no one could learn that song except the hundred and forty-four thousand who were redeemed from the earth.
These are the ones who were not defiled with women, for they are virgins. These are the ones who follow the Lamb wherever He goes.
These were redeemed from among men, being first-fruits to God and to the Lamb.
And in their mouth was found no deceit, for they are without fault before the throne of God."
Teams of the largest angels were kept busy picking up the stupendous shield-like containers that safely held millions of human beings, entire nations all travelling together in what looked to them like arenas, only incomprehensible in size.
One of the first nations gathered together, a project which Aloes' 144,000 had supervised, was Russia. The number of people was huge, and Aloes and his men of valor had their hands full. 70 million men, women, and children had survived the Tribulation, and these were now brought safely to the Bema site by the transporting bubble-car.
Many books double and triple the size of Shakespearean folios were brought out by the recording angels who maintained the archives of heaven, and they began reading them. Time literally stood still as the acts of the people and nation of America were read out for examination and judgment. When the last book was finished with, there was silence. The evidence was so comprehensive and complete, there was no one present who could quibble with one thing that had been revealed from the books.
Overwhelmed, stunned, and now terribly dismayed, the Americans waited to hear what the Judge, Yeshua, would say and feared what his decision might be.
Yeshua's bailiff-angel called for the judges and chief justices of America's highest courts, as well as Americas lawyers and attorneys and prosecutors, to come forward.
When they were all assembled before Him, Yeshua spoke.
"Why did you err and declare good, evil, and evil, good? You had my holy law since before the foundation of your country and all your courts-- that made everything clear from the beginning. The Ten Commandments were inscribed in the stone and marble of your chief buildings and government edifices--but you still denied they had anything to do with you and the governance of your nation. You even directed the society to accept evil by your own arbitrary decrees. In everything you enacted, you chose flawed human reason and judgment over my perfect laws--and you led your nation and people into destruction. You refused to seek My counsel and chose your own--which was vile and self-serving. You corrupted yourselves and your people and nation with your own unjust laws. Furthermore, you oppressed the poor and persecuted My Church. What do you say for yourselves?"
The judges and chief justices could not deny the truth coming from He who is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Their spokesman stepped forward, his knees buckling as he tried to stand. "We have done all that was recorded in the books, Your Honor."
"How do you plead?"
"Guilty, Your Honor!"
As the totally shamed and discredited judiciary and its minions were led away by Aloes's martyr-band, the court bailiff-angel called for the President and Vice President and White House staff, the Cabinet, and the appointed chiefs of the government departments, including the Vice President, and also former former presidents and vice presidents still alive, to come forward for trial. Their armies of lawyers and attorneys and counsellors and advisers were also brought along with them. It was a very big gathering, much larger than the judiciary's and its legions of lawyers.
The books were read out regarding the acts of the Presidency and all its offices high to low, including delegated authorities. The account started out admirably, with only a bad impression regarding the Founding Fathers when the first Constitutional Government of the newly formed United States of America failed to emancipate the slaves and set them up as free men and equals to all other men, regardless of color. Even the freed black men were not enfranchised--and so they could be seized and their property and freedom taken, if they so much as tried to visit relatives in the slave-holding south of the country. This impossible situation led directly to the Civil War, of course, for a divided nation cannot stand or hold together. The bloodiest war the nation ever fought and would ever fought was waged--and the price was paid for the folly of not doing away with slavery when they knew they should--and it was a stiff price, indeed. The festering of the wound continued for generations thereafter.
But the books' account did not dwell so much on slavery as it did on oppression. The Indian peoples, who were not enslaved, were oppressed people from the beginning, and their land was taken when the treaties were broken by the white signatories and the U.S. president and government. This oppression of the Indian peoples continued right up to the time of the holding of the Bema, and now remained for Yeshua to set right.
The court bailiff signed for the recording angels to pause, and then he called the Indian peoples of America to come forward and stand together in one place opposite the other Americans.
The two groups gazed at each other, one with chagrin, the other with resignation and pity and even forgiveness. There was some anger in some Indians, but still far less than there was anger in the group of those who were the oppressors.
If that wasn't bad enough, the kings and queens of judged, destroyed nations and kingdoms of the ancient world were brought forth from hell, given their royal robes and jewelry to stand witness, and they protested against mercy being accorded America. "They did worse! They had your holy Book, telling of your righteousness and deity, and yet they disregarded and threw it away on the dung-heap, preferring their own rotten counsels and their own worthless advise and crooked ways to Yours, O Judge of the Nations!"
How could the oppressors now deny what they had done? They were made to look on all those they had oppressed with bad laws, broken treaties, outright exploitation, seizure of tribal property for various projects that benefited the national economy though it ruined the Indian people's heritage and community life...and their arrogance and contempt and, worse, cold indifference toward Indians, it was unmasked for what it really was. Tellingly, the administrators of the B.I.A. did not stand with the Indians but stood in the ranks of the oppressors.
It soon grew painfully apparent to all who heard the reading of the books that corruption in high places, abuse of powers, falsehood, anti-Semitism, policies to deliberately deceive the people, and sheer, unrestrained envy, greed, and immorality eventually riddled and ruined the entire government, subverting and changing it so much that the Constitution was gutted and rendered a hollow shell, and everything that was done by the Presidency served only to mock its principles and guidelines and articles. From servant to autocratic ruler, from limited power to absolute power, from humility to arrogance, from thrift to self-indulgment and luxury--the Presidency descended, with everyone involved turning into a beast that was the worst the Founding Fathers could envision and try to hold back with the reins of law, but, ultimately, could not prevent taking shape once the people relaxed their vigilance and failed to revolt.
The Judge's bailiff now called for the U.S. State Department to stand clear, and they did so. Consuls, diplomats, advisers, the Secretary of State, the Ambassador to the United Nations, along with the other ambassadors, all had to stand for trial. And since the Presidents were involved, the several who had lived into the Millennium, along with their vice presidents, were called to stand with the State Department.
The specific acts of the State Department were read out by the recording angels. It was revealed to be anti-Semitic since before the Second World War.
It was very clear as they read that their anti-Semitism had skewed every decision to the side of the wrong as they committed blunder after blunder--the tally of disasters was unspeakable, yet it was spoken now by the angels, who did not fear men but feared God who had power to cast a soul into hell and the lake of fire. The reading turned to the particular foreign policy blunder dealing with Israel and God's Chosen People, the Jews, with whom He had made an everlasting covenant when He covenanted with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the Patriarchs and Founding Fathers of the Israelite people and nation.
The account detailed how Israel, America's loyal ally, had been forced by America, since Israel's declaring its existence as a state in 1948, to give up Covenanted land for peace with hostile Arabs inhabiting the area, even though they had previously been low, contemptible, impoverished subjects of the Ottoman Turkish sultan with no special standing or claim to a nation and capital of their own. Yet when they saw that the Jews quickly developed a nation of their own, with bright promise showing in the new farms and factories and growing cities, the Arabs of the area hotly demanded the same for themselves, though they had not worked for it as the Jews had done. Instead, they chose to take it by force, and so they fled, many of them, out of Israel, counting on their Arab brothers in surrounding nations to send victorious armies to wipe out the Jews and leave them the spoils. It did not happen. The five invading Arab nations were all defeated by a tiny, newly born state of Israel, a miracle declaring the glory and power of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and the ignominy of Allah, the god of the Arabs.
But the Arabs did not cease hostility and acknowedge their wrong path, but continued on it with the greatest gusto, as the account revealed. The Arab "Palestinian" refugees became wretched, highly usable pawns for the neighboring Arab dictatorships and tyrants, and they remained poor, hated, and hating--blaming their plight completely on the Jews, when actually it was a result of their doing and also the doing of their Arab brothers in neighboring countries such as Egypt, Syria, and Jordan.
The account did not go into this guilt of the Arabs any more at this point, for there was more than ample guilt gathered for judgment, but returned to the State Department's unrighteous, strong-armed treatment of Israel, focusing on the policy of "land for peace,' which denied the Covenant's existence while breaking it, and thus calling God, the divine promulgator and chief signatory, a liar, after the written Word of God in the Bible recorded that He declared it an everlasting agreement that would never end or be changed by His hand.
The current secretary of state and his people were called to the dock as the reading by the recording angel continued, giving the acts of the former secretaries of state going back to Kissenger, Schultz, Baker, Reno, Albright, and Rice, and concluding with the present holder of the office, who had signed infamous treaties with the Anti-Christ himself that turned the Jews of America over to his extermination squads for certain advantages in the new world order.
Now none of these people were consciously or deliberately evil, they had done these evil things ignorantly, in the understanding they were serving mankind's highest good, and promoting democracy and the rule of law and justice, and, best of all, establishing world peace. Henry Kissenger, though an Austrian Jew, had no love or regard for Israel or the Jews, and when Golda Meir, her nation attacked on the greatest holy day of the Jews, the Day of Atonement called Yom Kippur when all the armed forces were off-duty attending services, called the White House, pleading for America's help, H. Kissenger demurred, saying, "Let the Jews bleed a little."
Yet the President, Richard Milhous Nixon, whom everyone, friend or foe, knew was a virulent anti-Semite, sitting in his gilded cage of the White House almost powerless after the debacle of Watergate, received Israel's Prime Minister Golda Meir's next frantic call. She was about to commit suicide, but called again and got Nixon on the red phone's hot line. She pleaded again for help, and Nixon agreed to send aid immediately, everything Israel wanted. Why had he changed his policy now after his own Secretary of State had turned Israel down? Why would he disregard Congress's instruction to do nothing in foreign policy or he would be impeached? When he sat on the edge of the presidential bed and listened to Golda Meir's voice pleading with him, his old mother's voice then came to mind. He remembered his mother reading the Bible to him when he was a boy sitting on her knee, then stopping to tell him, "Richard, some day you will be in a position of great power and be able to help the Jews, and then you must do everything you can to save them!"
After his resignation, commenting on the single act that signed the death warrant for his presidency, Nixon said, "Then I knew why I had come to be president!"
Despite all it cost him, he obeyed his devout Quaker mother's long-ago instruction, helped the Jews, and they were, indeed, plucked right out of the closing jaws of the lion, and their enemies were all defeated, thanks to the massive airlifts of U.S. military equipment sent to the Israelis.
Syria, Jordan, and Egypt, who had already chanted tasted certain victory over the Jews, were soon tasting something very salty and bitter, something not sweet at all: their sudden, catastrophic defeat, as they ran from their tanks and armored cars, fleeing to their own countries, many of them barefooted and buck naked, leaving their fire-scorched uniforms behind in their haste to get away.
The despised, Watergated president had courageously helped the Jews, but sealed his own fate doing it--for an infuriated, double-crossed Congress moved to impeach him as quickly as a lumbering, gigantic bureaucracy like that could be made to move, and Nixon chose to resign rather than suffer the total disgrace of impeachment.
Then came, after a time, the review of Ms. J. Reno's and W. Christopher's and M. Albright's crimes and imbecilic, politically correct but morally disastrous policies. A champion of compassion in big government, Reno administered a massacre of religious extremists in Waco, Texas, in which dozens of children and their mothers were burned to death in the cult's walled compound. The cult leader could have been picked up anytime as he routinely went jogging in the country lanes of the suburbs, but instead he and his whole following were besieged by the Treasury Department's expert hit squad, the ATF armored force, and in the standoff the inevitable happened, the compound buildings of the leader Koresh's cult center burst into fire and the whole cult was exterminated. With her hands dripping with the blood of innocent children, Reno retired with many honors and millions in her investment portfolio and went home to live with herself, as no man would marry a mannish woman like her with so much blood on her hands as she had to look at in the early hours after spending sleepless nights.
Madame Secretary Albright's turn came. Though revealed during her time of office to have had Jewish parents from Czechoslovakia, who raised her as a Catholic in Britain, not telling her that her grandparents perished in the Holocaust, she showed she could not have cared less for her maligned and persecuted people the Jews and Arab-besieged, democratic Israel's welfare as well as she acted like a stooge and puppet for her self-serving President in forcing Israel to give up land to Israel's arch-enemy, the international terrorist leader, Yassir Arafat--officially, for the sake of peace between the Palestinians (a people who had never before existed as a nation and a nationality, recognized by other nations) and the Jews of Israel. She had no pity for the black African Christians being massacred and enslaved by the hundreds of thousands in southern Sudan by Sudan's Moslem government-back militias, saying when pressed on the issue, "No, I could never sell helping them to the American people."
Unlike Albright who had served her master cynically and amorally, winking at his depravities in the Oval Office that made even the secret servicemen present blush, C. Rice had been an unwitting idealist believing in man and society's perfectibility, serving reason and progressive human philosophy, not the word and will of God for an innately depraved, fallen humanity. The Jews, inevitably, had come to be regarded as the main problem with the world, the main impediment to world peace, and so they had to be sacrificed for the good of the world, lest the whole world come to grief over the festering, world-threatening schism between Jews and Arabs, Muslims and Judaism, in the Middle East. The solution the State Department settled upon had been their opinion for a long, long time, which was the very one the Muslims had demanded from the start--the total extermination of the Jews, with eradication of the state of Israel, and appropriation of the whole land and the capital Jerusalem by the Arabs and Muslims.
Yeshua's gavil sounded like a crack of thunder, ending the reading. He spoke for the first time to the assembly, directing his words first at the State Department heads and all connected with them.
"You all scorned my written Word, you ridiculed my Covenant and broke it, as if it were a trivial thing and of no account, though I signed it with My friend, Abraham, and reaffirmed it with his son Isaac, and his son Jacob. They are living still, and can testify."
Yeshua paused, and Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the Patriarchs of the Hebrew people of Israel, came forward and each spoke, telling about the Covenant forged with them. When they finished, Abraham beckoned to the State Department heads. "You naysayers! Do you have a word to challenge us with? What say you now?"
The State Department, not usually tongue-tied, had nothing to say.
Yeshua then continued. "David spoke of my everlasting covenant, and I again reaffirmed it with him, setting the sun and moon as witnesses that it would never end. All this was in My Word, which you ignored and rejected. Because you scorned my Covenant, you really were mocking Me and My Deity and rule over you and the nations. You then committed many blunders, as I let you freely do, since You refused all counsel and wisdom from Me or my brethren and my shepherds of the flock of God living among you. You divided the glorious land, and gave it to strangers and the enemies of My People, the people of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob!
You forced my People to divide and give up their land, which I gave to them forever as their possession! When you did these things, you made yourself blasphemers of My glory and my holy Covenants, persecutors of My Chosen People, and even joined the long line of their murderers and oppressors.
That being so,
how do you then plead?"
There was not much of a pause, as the evidence was so clear and unarguable.
"Guilty, Your Honor!" the present (and last) Secretary of State replied, for he had no choice but to admit the truth, which was made absolutely plain to everyone present in the complete record of the recording angels.
Would America's people be stripped of their nation, after such a promising start? Would they become a people without a country, stateless, ruled over by others?
It seemed to be not only possible, and not only probable, but inescapable. The people stood, all hope draining away from them, as they listened to the concluding portions of their case read out from the books.
But what would Americans be without America? Obviously, nothing! Without the nation, which was a dream in origin, there would be no American people. They were unlike any other previous nation, in that they had come into being as more an idea, more a glorious, burning dream of brotherhood and equality, more a vision of refuge and liberty for the oppressed, more an aspiration and yearning for happiness and opportunity in the heart of man, than anything concrete and real--since the whole world was not like that in the least way. Denying that great original dream, denying the unique heritage of the people of God who founded the nation, denying the Word of God that provided America its templates for government and individual liberties, its presidents, judiciary (with Supreme court justices such as O'Connor, Stewart, Brennan, and the infamous Warren at the head for long years of radical, unconstitutional reconstruction of the laws, culture, and nation), and legislators turned violent barbarians and vandals and senselessly destroyed the foundation of their own house and pulled its walls and roof down on their very heads and the heads of their wives and children.
That is the way of fools in their folly--self-destruction, despite every possible warning given them to cease their foolishness and choose life and wisdom.
Yeshua wept for America as he declared his judgment. "You began very well with your righteous Founders who revered and respected my laws (even writing them into their government charters), but you turned off the path of life and liberty my prophets and preachers made known to you since the start of your new nation. You were my fond and righteous sheep for several generations, but after they passed, you forgot Me and my laws and your Founders' faith and made yourself a stinking goat of iniquity. You defamed Me and My Name. You chose the false gods of Islam and Buddhism and other pagan, idolatrous religions, and let their priests pray in your chief seats of government, while forbidding my ministers to even speak My name Yeshua, which is above all other names, in those same places. You cursed my people, Israel, so you are cursed, just as My Word was written. I would have blessed you richly as before, when you gave aid to Israel and helped save her when her enemies attacked her viciously again and again without cause. Did I not bless you richly--making you the richest nation on earth? But you turned proud and hard of heart and changed treacherously toward Me and you then changed treacherously toward Israel, and ended up rejecting us both. For all these wrongs and crimes and injustices, America must go and join the nations that inhabit the halls of infamy. Depart from Me, America!"
With the decision of the Desire of All Nations now rendered and duly recorded by the angels in the book, there was nothing left but to obey the court order, and leave.
The Americans, their coxcombs of pride and assurance and power utterly crushed, filed out by the millions to the shield of the angel that had conveyed them to the Bema, and they were returned to North America, but not to their former places or ranks, as the nation had ceased to exist. Like the pasture grass, they had been mown down--even scythed below the roots, so that they would never grow again as one people and one nation that had once been proud to claim itself a nation under God, with justice and liberty for all.
These self-damned by their own damn choice were gathered up by the millions in the night by the reaping angels, frozen instantly into immense ice blocks they could not escape in transit, then transported and hurled into the lake of fire.
Worried, Esther found Heloise, and together they went in search.
They asked everyone they met in the streets, and finally someone said they had seen an old lady who answered to their description--though it wasn't one that couldn't be filled by hundreds her age and feeble physical condition.
Going to the Holocaust (Shoah) Children's Memorial, which had been desecrated just like all the Jewish sites and shrines in the city, they found Anna. Esther was just about to rush forward to take Anna's arm and demand why she had worried her so when Heloise, sensing something, caught her arm. Hushing her, Heloise had Esther wait, as the old woman hummed and swept, hummed and swept with some gardener's old thatch broom she had picked up somewhere in the empty, desolate, tumbled-down and burnt houses along the way to the shrine.
Esther moved again to go to Anna, but Heloise again caught her arm. "Let her be, Esther! Can't you see she is working something out? She doesn't need us right now!"
Esther's eyes filled with instant tears, and she nodded. "Yes, I understand you now," she said, whispering to Heloise. Together they waited for Anna, as the old woman tried to repair some of the damage and clear away bits of the litter left by the Moslem allies of the Anti-Christ and his own soldiery who were rampaging through the city, hunting out all the Jews and wrecking their houses, businesses, and even burning their synogogues and shrines and holy places.
The attackers could not even spare a Jewish Shoah shrine for children abused and murdered in the death camps. It was here of all places that Anna was volunteering her efforts, pitiful and weak as they were. She was no longer humming some old yiddish wake or song sung for the dead, Esther and Heloise could tell, but, her eyes closed, weeping as she leaned over on her broom for support, as she slowly rocked her old, broken body back and forth.
Heloise was afraid Anna might topple over and break her brittle bones, but somehow she did not, though it was all Heloise and Esther could do to keep from rushing out and taking hold of Anna to steady her.
Then the rocking stopped abruptly. They saw Anna's eyes bolt open, look slowly around, and then a look that seemed as if she was assured all things had been put right spread across her wide features.
Heloise and Esther were amazed. "I've never seen her look so at peace--what has happened?" whispered Esther. Heloise shook her head, for she had no idea.
Not once looking their way, Anna set the broom against a low rock wall as if she intended to return soon, and then shuffled away, but with a more sprightly walk than she had had for a long, long time. Her back had also straightened, and she looked as if she could spit the world in its eye--yet without the old venom and vindictiveness of spirit she had always had since she had left the death camps as a gang rape victim.
Instead her face shone with a sweetness that is so beautiful on the faces of some old people--and she truly looked like a grandmother, even a matriarch now of a clan--dignified, but full of acceptance, peace, and friendliness. In fact, she did not look like the bitter, complaining, old Anna at all. She was an entirely new Anna!
Heloise and Esther had to shake themselves, for they could hardly believe the transformation they had just witnessed. They hurried after Anna, who was not dragging her feet heavily as she had before, with little or no hope in her step that showed she cared where she was going or what she would meet.
Heloise, and Esther as well, had a thousand questions, but when they caught up to Anna, they couldn't just come out with all of them--it was, after all, best to let Anna explain what had happened to her back at the Children's Memorial, in her own time and way.
But they did not have to wait. Anna, as soon as she found her daughters taking her arms, smiled all the more. "It is a beautiful day, my daughters! I have just spoken to the Messiah, Y'shua!"
Astonished, Esther burst out, "But He is not here! What did he say to you, mother?"
Anna chuckled. "Oh, He is here all right! I have him right here!" She thumped her broad chest. She continued speaking. "And He called me by my name, and said I was his daughter, and said other such nice things--but it's nothing you would want to know."
Esther almost screamed. "What do you mean, mother! Of course, I want to know everything! Imagine, the Messiah singling you out and speaking to you, my own mother! He hasn't done that to me! Why should He favor you like that?"
Anna stopped and turned to face Esther. "Well, He will speak to you, if you will just call to Him and trust yourself to Him. That's what I did back there, and He answered me immediately. It was wonderful, wonderful, just me and Him, and that's all I'm going to say about it."
Esther and Heloise exchanged a glance, for by now they both knew the tone in her voice meant exactly that--she wasn't going to tell them one thing more, and hell could freeze over before she would break her silence.
So sighing, Esther and Heloise accompanied Anna back to their apartment, where the Esther's daughters waited for them.
When they came through the door, Anna's granddaughters hung back, as if they didn't recognize their grandmother.
Esther went and chided them, "What's wrong with you! How can you treat your Grandmama like that? She's no stranger to you! Go and kiss her, girls! Right now, do you hear me?"
Still they hung back, shyly. Annoyed, Esther tried to push the eldest forward to render due respect to the Grandmother, but she protested. "But look at her, Mama! Her face is shining! It's shining!"
Heloise and Esther looked again at Anna. Anna by now was sitting, but her eyes were closed, as if she were dozing, only her face was, as the girls said, shining visibly in the dim light of the apartment. Truly, here was proof she had been speaking with her Messiah--for some of his splendor and glory had rubbed off on Anna's face, and the girls had been afraid to approach her, seeing it!
Later, after Anna had rested and awoke, Esther had coached her girls to go and kiss their grandmama and ask what Y'shua had said to her, hoping that she would reveal what it was to children.
Esther had guessed right, for Anna had no resistance to her granddaughters.
Anna's eyes filled with tears, though not tears for herself, as she put her big arms around her granddaughters and drew them close.
"Yes, it was good what He told me. He said, my children, that He was standing with me when I was a little girl in the camps, even while the big men were hurting me so bad, He was there at my side, and did not leave me alone. He never left me, He said. Never! He was waiting for me all that time to call to Him, but I never did--so He could not speak to me without my permission, and He wanted to comfort me so badly but couldn't. Then I became bitter for a long, long time, and He still was standing with me, waiting for me to call to Him, but I wouldn't. Finally, finally I did, at the place where the little children at the camps are remembered. I will take you there as soon as I can so you can see it yourselves. There! Your grandmama is tired, and I want to go and lie down. Would you let me do that, girls?"
Both solemnly nodded, and Anna rose and went to her bed in the other room, and Heloise and Anna sat, staring at each other, not knowing what to say as each thought about Anna's explanation to the girls.
Heloise turned to her, then saw someone looking in that was unmistakable. Aloes! She screamed and ran out, and it was a long-awaited reunion, with hugs, tears, and many questions from the mother to her son.
The Seventh Day,
Yeshua also said he would send his servant to choose a king out from their noble young men, one who would be most suited for such high responsiblity and would not become proud, luxurious in his tastes, oppressive in his laws and taxes, cruel, vengeful and immoral--which was what their former rulers were.
Harry Turnbull, appointed as Yeshua's special envoy to go to Russia to help in the healing and restoration of that long-oppressed people and nation, arrived at the proper time for the choosing of a new king.
Actually, the young man he selected was Yeshua's prior choice--his name given him back in the conference he and Heloise had with the Lord in Jerusalem.
So it was not a difficult task. He merely had to find the appointed man. Arriving in Russia, at a place where many people had gathered and re-established some thriving cities, towns, and villages, with many outlying farms and hamlets, Harry found the people had already set up elders and wise men and were under a limited government of their own, so that lawlessness would not prevail while they waited for the particulars of Yeshua's government to be made known to them.
The elders had the civil power to try any breaker of the law, such as the Ten Commandments, which were now the law of the whole land, as well as the law of the world. The Decalogue, the Ten Commandments, the eternal law of God first given by God to man through Moses on Mount Horeb in Arabia, were again the basis for all law on earth, so they were more than sufficient to start an equitable society, after being suspended by the World Union dictator and his anti-God laws. Thus there was peace and justice already established when Harry arrived to do his initial inspections of the various populated and repopulating Russian provinces .
His duties included the inspection as well as the choice and installation of a king.
He would remain as long as he thought it necessary, to see that the new king was functioning properly and whether the people had accepted him and his rule.
Since it would be a first time that a ruler chosen by God had ruled them (even though prior kings had claimed divine appointment and right), the Russian people would need some time to adjust, of course, but there was plenty of time, and no need to hurry the process, Harry thought.
The chief trait he admired most about the Russians was their seeking the uncompromised truth. That impressed him most, though it did not make people, who desired less than the truth, comfortable. He also enjoyed the Russian people for their boundless hospitality, rolicking good humor, and unpretentious ways, and loved their lands' unparalled beauty and vastness, and now the climate was much improved as well. They could grow crops year round if they liked, the temperatures were so mild that winter was only a fading memory. Snow and ice were banished by the global change in weather, thanks to Yeshua, so they would never again suffer the starvation and rigors of the long Russian winter that had caused such hardship, suffering, and loss of life for uncountable Russians in the past.
The Russians were very good at cultivating the rich, black chernozen soil, and they grew abundant crops, and were soon quite well to do. Their surpluses they traded for things they wanted from neighboring countries and peoples. But they also developed their own crafts, and had little need of luxuries except to dispose of grain, hides, cattle, timber, and metal ore surpluses that might go to waste otherwise.
The wide-ranging arts of the Russians flourished again, and embroidery and weaving and making of beautiful clothes spread throughout Russia. They all had fine clothes to wear now, and they wore them even at work, as they did not need to dress poorly, as they had so many changes of clothes and did not have to save their best for the main festivals and work in rags the rest of the year--the practice in the former old Russia.
The vulgar and immodest styles of the Great Tribulation were now universally abhorred. Dignity and grace and modesty were again valued--though that did not exclude striking patterns and colors. The people returned to long-lost clothing designs from previous ages, and these were much favored, as they were brightly colored, and the patterns were challenges to the tailors and weavers and women expert with the needle. They were also natural, and composed of local materials they could raise or create or make themselves, without requiring massive factories and enormous expenditures of electric power and polluting and disturbing the earth to dig out the raw materials that went through very complicated changes until they came out as finished products people could wear.
Synthetics were not needed or liked. Sheep were raised for wool, and the wool went into clothing and tapestries and fine rugs. The homes were filled with beautiful woven things, and the people were soon well-dressed, even in the farmsteads!
Harry was amazed at the splendor of the Russians, who had an eye for beautiful things and the ability to create them.
He thought he looked quite shabby in their country, coming to them in a simple Middle Eastern or Arab-style robe. But the Russians were polite, and they gave not the slightest indication they thought he was not as well dressed as he might be for being Yeshua's royal envoy sent from Jerusalem to choose them a king.
The excitement bubbling away in the people was evident to Harry as he travelled about the new cities, town, villages and farms. He was invited everywhere to stay, but he could not stay long at any one place, for he had much to do to inspect so great acountry in size. 70 million Russians were no small amount to deal with! He wanted to make sure that everyone was getting on as he or she ought, under Yeshua's rule, which demanded justice and peace and prosperity for everyone on earth.
Having seen the whole country after months of travel transported on several of Pamela's dragons, Harry then took residence in one of the largest cities, and waited. He was sure the man would find him first, as the word had gone out, that whoever had heard from Yeshua should come and present himself as a candidate.
Harry soon heard from several different young men, but Harry knew in an instant that they were not, each of them, chosen by Yeshua. Something was not quite right, even though they looked regal enough in looks and stature and bearing.
Yeshua was looking for a measure of humility, he sensed, as he sent the men away and continued waiting.
Finally, after turning away a dozen other wannabe kings, Harry was beginning to wonder if the man would ever show up. What was keeping him? he wondered? Was he too busy in his business or farm or family? Had he just married and could not bear to leave his bride alone? There was some good reason, no doubt, for few men would ignore the chance to become a king. Or was he thinking he was too unworthy for such an exalted position with such huge responsibilities?
Perhaps he saw himself as too small a man for so great a task? There was such a thing, Harry knew, as too much humility--for the question was not whether he were worthy (for no man was worthy!) but was he obedient? Was he going to obey the Lord's summons and appointment? That was the real question. In the Bible account Saul, before Samuel anointed him king over Israel, was overly humble and self-effacing, running away from the calling of king, but later as king he became overly proud and even arrogant and too full of himself--humility, for him, was not accompanied with any saving measure of obedience to God. Disbeying God's commands, he destroyed himself and also his sons and dynasty. Obedience, then, is fundamental to a good king, even before humility, as seen in Saul's tragic case.
Yet, for such a task, haste was not a wise thing in the candidate--and a man who knew the Lord's calling on his life was not obliged to rush to seize the mantle of kingship. He could think it over a while, and take the time to count the cost. He would surely need to reflect on the changes that kingship would necessarily bring, and come to some sort of peace with the changes, and also the demands and challenges that kingship and the throne would inevitably bring.
A wise man, then, would take a little time to think it over first before coming forward--but not too long a time! If he was a delayer, arrived tardily, that would be forgivable, but it was not a gracious first act of a king to keep the Lord's envoy waiting beyond an acceptable time.
A day dawned when Harry was wondering if the man would ever appear. He was just about to be annoyed with whomever it was, when the people of the house where he was given rooms brought a visitor to him. He is the Lord's choise, they told him. And he has brought his pet bear with him! Harry smiled, and let them know that he wanted to be alone with the candidate, to see if he agreed!
The man came in to Harry's room, a she-bear trundling slowly in with him attached to a leash, and his two aides, both nephews of his, were with him too, standing like two squires with a knight as in the Middle Ages.
Their eyes met, and Harry nodded, indicating that he wished for the gentleman to proceed. The moment the young nobleman came and bent his knee, extending his hand to the older man in greeting, Harry knew--yes! This is the one, indeed!
"Then you shall be crowned Vladimir king of the Russians! Let your companions inform the others, and I shall remain here to see that you will do well by your people, Vladimir, ah, Your Majesty! You will need a Council and a company of wise men gathered round you to see that you steer the ship of state in a right and good and wise way, so as not to abuse your powers or oppress the people in any way that would serve your interest above theirs. I will be here as long as it takes to find these worthy men and bring them here to serve at your side."
Harry rose, then waved his hand for the new king to come and sit in his chair.
Vladimir momentarily looked as if he were embarrassed and might protest (for he was a truly humble young man who respected elders), but Harry's stern glance quickly checked that impulse, and he went and took the offered chair, sitting down and with his attendants stepping forward to stand at his side. As for the pet she-bear, Alexandra, the king let her curl up on a rug, where she settled down comfortably.
The whole household, which knew (as Russians do) all that was going on behind the closed door of the room, could not be held back a moment more, and they burst in. Harry smiled, and gestured, indicating the new king in his makeshift but sturdy throne fashioned from a single piece of golden oak.
The family was suddenly abashed, seeing a real king sitting on a chair in their own house! It left them breathless! With shock in their faces and bewilderment, they did not know what to do, but the youngest, a little girl of four, went forward first, without any fear, and put her hand in the king's.
He smiled at her, and she beamed, then hopped up to his lap. Of course, there was no further ice or formality after this--but that wasn't a problem, Harry felt. Their former kings had been autocrats, ruling far from any contact with the common people in the exalted splendor of their palaces while the Russian people subsisted like beasts in unheated, squalid huts--it was not to happen again! The new Russian king would be one to mingle with the people, as one of them, yet a ruler too, who would decide the most important matters of state in terms of truth, justice, and righteousness, and also lead a delegation from the Russian provinces of his kingdom each year up to Jerusalem at the Feast of Tabernacles.
It was a brand-new day, a time to celebrate with singing, dancing, banquets, and all sorts of games, music, tests of agility or strength, and merriment that the Russians, who invented the year-round festival, were adept at--the start of a glorious epoch of achievement and happiness for the Russians, and a new kind of king was now in their midst to guide them--one who rules to help them, not hurt and exploit them as their past czars and kings had done. There were also, to be sure, some tears, as the older ones recalled the bad times Russia had known under cruel leaders--men like Peter the Great, Lenin, Stalin, and the lesser fry, like Vladimir Putin, who emulated the great monsters, their megalomaniacal lust for power, vices, and over-all venality. Then the almost constant wars had taken so many, many lives--they were uncountable--which meant nothing to them in general numbers, as they could only recall lost love ones--sons, husbands, fathers-- swallowed up in the last catastrophic conflicts of the old world order.
But now they could rejoice in this: never again would there be an unjust ruler over them, an autocrat holding himself aloof from the people like a cruel and unreachable emperor (or Czar, as the former Russians had called their Caesars), touching their lives only to oppress them and tax them into povery or throw them into a prison or mine in Siberia the rest of their days for resisting his unrighteous and tyrannical rule, the new king would be approachable, intimate with the lot of the people he ruled, a genuine "first among equals." Harry would see to it that everything went well in the beginning stage, even if there were absolutely no precedent in Russia for what Yeshua had inaugurated.
The world, Harry learned, was first to be divided into nine Eden-like "gardens" or "congregations." These were Love, Joy, Peace, Forebearance, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-Control--named after the Fruits of the Spirit, in which each was centered. Geopolitics, the play of force and deceit and outright aggression, which had raged out of control and produced discord, havoc, and war since the time of Adam, no longer applied to the nations. Peace treaties would no longer be signed and then broken by the signatories, who were all the time they were in conference and even when signing were nothing but treacherous cynics planning further aggressions. Pax Romana, even though last about five centuries, had been temporary, enforced by brute force of invincible Roman legions. Pax Christos, with Yeshua as Pantokrator, was to last unbroken for 1,000 years--all founded on Almighty God's omnipotence. And how much better too!
War (civil and between states or peoples) was abolished in all these spiritual zones among the nations, for they were no longer rivals or competitors. Despite the huge swaths of devastation and nuclear contamination and ruin of earthquakes--the people simply moved to the good areas that were left while the bad areas were recovering, and the climate was so much improved round the earth, north and south, they found no difficulty growing more food than they needed and restarting their societies. From Jerusalem there flowed troops of Yeshua's emissaries, who went out to the nations like the Turnbulls, to help, guide, and restore them. Healers too went about the worst areas too, dealing with those still suffering from nuclear blasts. These were given leaves from the Tree of Life in Jerusalem, which cured them instantly, just as it cured any disease instantly.
Despite Yeshua's ordering of the overall structures, there was a vast area of freedom to rebuild, organize, and beautify the world as the nations' peoples took advantage of the wonderful climate and the astounding growth of their crops and herds. People were so full of health and vitality, that few tasks were thought too difficult for them--as a young man could carry a whole tree, and a child could carry a big log. It was truly the rise of superhumans--only they were now back to the levels of intelligence and strength enjoyed by the antediluvians, the long-lived race before Noah's time and the Worldwide Flood--except the difference was that they were living righteously, not abusing their wonderful bodies with immorality, violence, and fighting one another.
How could this be done? No one knew, except the Lord Yeshua, King over all the earth.
But first the Lord of Heaven had something for His Son--a new name hinted of by the prophet--and this Name was so holy it came down from heaven, attended by the rejoicing of billions of angels. The whole earth saw the angels, and there was not room enough for them on the earth, so they filled the skies instead, as everyone one earth watched the proceedings in Jerusalem.
Scoflaws had once laughed when a man of God once described seeing a 900 foot angel. Now there was no smiling and laughing. Two angels of greater than unimaginable stature flew down and stood upon the earth, each holding a shimmering silver mirror. One reflected the proceedings to the other, who then turned it upwards.
Everyone could now see the great Name-Giving Ceremony and Celebration in Jerusalem--all without the former, old world's expensive, complex system and network of satellites and uplinks and cameras and studios utilized by television.
The instant the Name of names descended upon the Son of God--a splendor, a Shekinah glory, broke forth from the face of Yeshua that was so unspeakably bright no one could look at it. Itt was if the sun itself was eclipsed, He became so bright. And what was His Name? It was Hebrew, Yahweh the Lord of Righteousness.
Only then did it become apparent why he remained in his temple. His brightness was so great now that he could not go about as before--always eclipsing the sun and too bright for people to look upon directly. Instead, as Moses long before went forth to the Shekinah Glory on Mt. Horeb, sparing the people a near withering exposure to the full brightness of Jehovah, so his messengers bore His expressed will to the world. He sent forth his emissaries and servants out of His glory, such as the Turnbulls and the 144,000. He had no need to leave the temple anyway, as he had all these ambassadores, and, of course, uncountable angels and their chariots that now were fully visible to all living on the earths--invisibility no longer necessary.