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Mac's watch showed 1300 hours-one in the afternoon, Carpathia Time. It had to be more than a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. Sweat ran down his neck from the grayish red hair peeking out from under his cap, soaking his shirt. Mac detected not even a wisp of wind and wondered what his freckled, leathery face would look like in a few days.
Without taking his eyes from the lenses, Mac unholstered his phone and punched in the connection to Chang Wong in the computer center. "Where's Ray?" "I was about to ask you," Chang said. "He left here forty-five minutes ago, and no one else has seen him either."
"What do we hear from Buck?" Mac noticed the hesitation. "Nothing new." "Since when?" "Uh, Rayford heard from him late this morning." "And?" Another beat. "Nothing to speak of." "What're you sayin', Chang?" "Nothing." "I gathered. What's wrong?" "Nothing that won't be cured in a little-" "I don't need double-talk, buddy." Mac continued surveying the rocky slopes, feeling his pulse quicken despite his years and experience. "If you won't tell me, I'll call him myself." "Buck?"
"Well, who else?" "I've tried. My sensor shows his phone inoperable." "Turned off?" "Unlikely, Mr. McCullum." "Well, I should guess so. Malfunctioning? Damaged?" "I'm hoping the former, sir." "Global Positioning System active, at least?" "No, sir."
Chaim Rosenzweig had not slept, and after only two light meals of manna, he expected to feel the fatigue. But no. The best he could calculate, this was the day. He felt the swelling anticipation in both his head and his chest. It was as if his mind raced as his heart ached for the greatest event in the history of the cosmos. The old man's senior advisers, a half-dozen elders, sat with him deep in the stone compound of Petra. Eleazar Tiberias, a broad globe of a man, offered that the million-plus pilgrims under their charge "are clearly as restless as we. Is there nothing we can tell them?" "I have an activity in mind," Chaim said. "But what would you have me say?" "I am newer to this than you, Rabbi, but-" "Please," Chaim said, raising a hand. "Reserve such a title for Dr. Ben-Judah. I am merely a student, thrust into this-" "Nonetheless," Eleazar continued, "I sense the populace is as eager as I to know the exact moment of Messiah's return. I mean, if it is, as you and Dr. Ben-Judah have for so long taught, seven years from the signing of the covenant between Antichrist and Israel, does that mean it will be to the minute? I recall the signing being at around four in the afternoon, Israel time, seven years ago today."
Chaim smiled. "I have no idea. I do know this: God has His own economy of time. Do I believe Messiah will return today? Yes. Will it trouble me if He does not appear until tomorrow? No. My faith will not be shaken. But I expect Him soon." "And this activity you mentioned?" "Yes, something to occupy the minds of the people while we wait. I came across a videodisc of a dramatic sermon from before the turn of the century by an African-American preacher, long since in heaven, of course. I propose calling the people together and showing it." "The Lord may come while it is playing," an elder said. "So much the better."
"There remain unbelievers among us," Eleazar said. Chaim shook his head. "I confess that puzzles and disturbs me, but it also fulfills prophecy. There are those who enjoy the safety of Petra, even many who believe Jesus was the most influential person who ever lived, who have not yet put their faith in Him. They do not recognize Him as the long-awaited Messiah, and they have not acknowledged Him as their Savior. This sermon is also evangelistic. Perhaps many of the undecided will take their stand before Messiah appears." "Better than waiting until the event itself," someone said.
"Gather the people for a two-o'clock showing," Chaim said, rising. "And let's close in prayer." "Begging your pardon," Eleazar said, "but do you feel the absence of Dr. Ben-Judah as keenly as I do?" "More than you know, Eleazar. Let's pray for him right now, and I will call him in a few minutes. I would love to share his greeting with the people and hear what has been happening in Jerusalem." Mac's magnified vision fell upon colorful, metallic pieces glinting in the sun, perhaps a mile from his position. Oh no. A red fuel tank and a tire looked very much like parts from Rayford's all-terrain vehicle. Mac tried to steady his hands as he panned in a wide arc, looking for signs of his friend. It appeared the ATV could have been hit by a heat-seeking missile or smashed to bits by tumbling. Perhaps, he thought, no sign of Rayford nearby was good news. Mac raised Chang again. "Sorry to be a nuisance," he said, "but what does your sensor say about Ray's phone?" "I was afraid you'd ask. It's inoperable too, but its GPS is still pulsing. My screen shows it deep in a narrow crevasse a little over forty-five hundred feet below you." "I'm heading down there." "Wait, Mr. McCullum." "What?"
"I've got a lens pointed that way, and there's no room in the opening for a person." "You can see the phone?" "No, but I know it's there. It can be the only thing there. The opening is too narrow for anything else." "So have you seen his ATV too?" "I'm looking." "Well, I have. If that phone is due south of me, look about twenty degrees east." "Hang on … I see it." "But no sign of Ray, Chang. I'm going to look." "Sir? Could you send someone else?" "Why? I'm twiddling my thumbs here. Big Dog One has the troops under control." "Frankly, I'd rather you go to Jerusalem." "You gonna tell me what's goin' on?" "Come see me, Mr. McCullum. I was honoring the confidence of Captain Steele, but I think you-and Dr. Rosenzweig-should know."
Mac arrived at the tech center, deep in the bowels of Petra, a few minutes after one-thirty in the afternoon. Chaim rose to meet him while Chang acknowledged him with a look but kept turning back to his numerous screens. Finally Chang pulled away and the three sat, far from the ears of others. Mac noticed, however, that many techies and others frequently stole glances in their direction. "There's no delicate way to say this," Chang began. "Captain Steele told Naomi and me this morning that Mr. Williams had told him that Dr. Ben-Judah was killed in the fighting at Jerusalem." Mac stiffened.
Chaim buried his face in his hands. "I hope he did not suffer terribly," the old man said. "With Captain Steele missing now and-" "What? Him too?" Chaim said. "And I am unable to raise Cameron on the phone … " "I felt you both should know. I mean, I know this may all be moot by this time tomorrow." "Perhaps even by four this afternoon," Chaim said. "The question now is what to say, what to do." "Nothin' we can do," Mac said. "I've got Abdullah Smith looking for Ray. Chang here thinks I ought to go to Jerusalem."
Chaim looked up in apparent surprise. "I do," Chang said. "From the looks of what's left of his vehicle and his phone, odds are all Mr. Smith is going to find are Captain Steele's remains. I'm sorry to be so blunt." "But a flight to Jerusalem now?" Chaim said. "Just to see whether Cameron-" "It's what I would want if it was me," Mac said. "I know he may be dead, and either way, Jesus is comin', but with Tsion gone, I'd just as soon get Buck outa there and back here with us." "Even for as little as an hour," Chaim said, more a statement than a question. "Like I say, that's what I'd want." "And what do we tell the people?" Chaim said. Minutes later, Mac was in Gus Zuckermandel's quarters. He filled in the young man on his plans. "And here's the hard part, Zeke. I want to leave in ten minutes." "Can you give me twenty?" "Fifteen." "Deal."
"What've you got, Z?" Mac said, as the forger yanked open a file drawer, riffled through several folders, and slapped one open on his desk. "Your new identity," Zeke said, moving to a closet, which he opened with a flourish. There were two dozen black-on-black Global Community Unity Army uniforms, from tinted eye-shield helmets to calf-length boots. "Find one that fits while I'm working on your documents. Don't forget the gloves. Nobody's checking for marks of loyalty anymore anyway, but just to be safe." "How do you do this, Z?" Mac said, approaching garments that looked his size. "With lots of help. Sebastian's boys have killed a few of 'em, and I got me a little crew that runs out and gathers up their stuff-papers, clothes, and all." "Weapons?" "'Course."
When Mac emerged with the uniform a perfect fit, he found Zeke mixing some sort of a brew. "You look good, Mac," he said. "Problem is, you got to be black." "And you can manage that in a few minutes?" "If you're game." "Whatever it takes." Mac whipped off his helmet, jacket, shirt, and gloves. Zeke used the mix to paint him dark brown from the shoulders to the hairline. "Keep the helmet on, "'cause I haven't got time to make the hair authentic." "Check." "And let's do your hands, just in case." Zeke dyed Mac's skin from mid-forearm to fingertips. "This should dry in two and a half minutes. Then an instant photo, and you're on your way. Give my best to Buck and Tsion." Mac hesitated. "You betcha. Zeke, you're a genius." The younger man snorted. "Just here to serve." Mac was sprinting to a chopper when he reached Abdullah Smith by phone. "Nothing yet, Mac. I will let you know as soon as I discover anything." As Mac lifted off, he saw multitudes streaming from all corners of Petra and gathering at the central meeting place.
Chaim was alarmed at the mood of the throng. It was the biggest crowd he had ever drawn at Petra, and it was noisy, clearly preoccupied, antsy. He heard nervous laughter, saw lots of embracing. When one or two would look to the skies, hundreds-sometimes thousands-would do likewise. "My beloved brothers and sisters in Messiah," he began, "as well as the seekers and undecided among us. Please try to quiet yourselves and settle for a moment. Please! I know we all expect the imminent return of our Lord and Savior, and I can think of no greater privilege than to have Him appear as we speak. But-" He was interrupted by thunderous applause and cheering. Chaim gestured that they should be seated. "I share your enthusiasm! And while I know that there will be nothing else on your minds until He comes, I thought there might be value in focusing specifically on Him this afternoon. I know there remain among us many who are withholding their decisions about Him until He appears. Consider this my last effort to persuade you not to wait. We do not know what may befall us at that moment, whether God will allow scoffers and mockers and rejecters to change their minds. Pray He will not harden your heart due to your rebellion or unbelief. Surely there has been more than enough evidence than anyone could need to reveal the truth of God's plan.
"While we watch and wait, consider the thoughts of a great preacher from decades past. His name was Dr. Shadrach Meshach Lockridge, and his message is entitled 'My King Is … '" Chaim signaled for the disc to play, and it was projected off two white walls of smooth stone, each several stories high, where all could see it. The sound system carried it to the ends of the seated masses. Lockridge proved to be animated and thunderous, interrupting his own cadence of shouts and growls with whispers and huge smiles. The disc caught him near the end of his sermon, and he was picking up steam.
"The Bible says my king is a seven-way king. He's the king of the Jews; that's a racial king. He's the king of Israel; that's a national king. He's the king of righteousness. He's the king of the ages. He's the king of heaven. He's the king of glory. He's the king of kings. Besides being a seven-way king, He's the Lord of lords. That's my king. Well, I wonder, do you know Him?" Hundreds of thousands applauded, and many stood, only to sit again as Lockridge continued. "David said, 'The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His handiwork.' My king is a sovereign king. No means of measure can define His limitless love. No far-seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of His shoreless supply. No barrier can hinder Him from pouring out His blessings. "He's enduringly strong. He's entirely sincere. He's eternally steadfast. He's immortally graceful. He's infinitely powerful. He's impartially merciful. Do you know Him?" Many shouted their agreement.
"He's the greatest phenomenon that has ever crossed the horizon of this world. He's God's Son. He's the sinner's Savior. He's the centerpiece of civilization. He stands in the solitude of Himself. He's honest and He's unique. He's unparalleled. He's unprecedented. "He is the loftiest idea in literature. He's the highest personality in philosophy. He is the supreme problem in higher criticism. He's the fundamental doctrine of true theology. He's the core, the necessity for spiritual religion. He's the miracle of the ages. Yes, He is. He's the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. He's the only one qualified to be our all-sufficiency. I wonder if you know Him today." As the preacher continued, more and more listeners stood, some raising their hands, others shouting agreement, others nodding.
"He supplies strength for the weak. He's available for the tempted and tried. He sympathizes and He saves. He strengthens and sustains. He guards and He guides. He heals the sick. He cleanses the leper. He forgives the sinner. He discharges debtors. He delivers the captive. He defends the feeble. He blesses the young. He serves the unfortunate. He regards the aged. He rewards the diligent. And he beautifies the meek. I wonder if you know Him. "Well, this is my king. He's the key to knowledge. He's the wellspring of wisdom. He's the doorway of deliverance. He's the pathway of peace. He's the roadway of righteousness. He's the highway of holiness. He's the gateway of glory. Do you know Him? "Well, His office is manifold. His promise is sure. His life is matchless. His goodness is limitless. His mercy is everlasting. His love never changes. His word is enough. His grace is sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I wish I could describe Him to you."
That elicited an ocean of laughter and more applause. The same had happened with his original audience, and Lockridge had paused, allowing it to fade before he continued. "He's indescribable. He's incomprehensible. He's invincible. He's irresistible. Well, you can't get Him out of your mind. You can't get Him off of your hand. You can't outlive Him and you can't live without Him. The Pharisees couldn't stand Him, but they found they couldn't stop Him. Pilate couldn't find any fault in Him. Herod couldn't kill Him. Death couldn't handle Him, and the grave couldn't hold Him. That's my king!" Everyone was standing now, hands raised, many applauding, shouting, some dancing. "And Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever and ever and ever! How long is that? And ever and ever! And when you get through with all the forevers, then amen! Good God Almighty! Amen!"
By the time Mac found himself within sight of the rocky Judean hills where Jerusalem lay smoking in the early afternoon sun, he had begun to despair of finding Buck. If he was all right, would he not have borrowed a phone to check in? The latest intelligence from Chang was that Buck had reported Tsion's death to Rayford from inside the Old City. Though the colossal armies of the world-now amalgamated into Carpathia's Global Community Unity Army-stretched by the multimillions from north of Jerusalem to Edom, it was clear from the air that the current major offensive focused on the Old City. Mac looked for a place to land. He had to look like a GC officer on assignment and head on foot to the Old City as if he knew what he was doing. In fact, he didn't have a clue. The Old City was only a third of a mile square. And if he found Buck alive, what was he to do? Arrest him and muscle him to the chopper? Finding Buck dead or alive, Mac decided, would be like discovering a patch of dry ground in the Louisiana bayou. Mac's phone chirped, and he saw it was Chang. "Give me some good news." "Such as?"
"Such as Buck's dead phone all of a sudden started showin' his position." "No such luck. But I do have something. Carpathia's on the rampage about the destruction of New Babylon, and he's taking heat from all over the world." "Heat?" "Everybody who depended on New Babylon is crying over the loss. I'm picking up televised reports from everywhere of leaders, diplomats, businessmen-you name it-literally weeping, decrying what's become of New Babylon and their own interests. Some are committing suicide right on camera." "No way the GC is puttin' that stuff on the air." "No, they aren't, but yours truly still has his ways." "Attaboy, Chang, but how does that help me find Buck?" "You're not going to find Buck, Mr. McCullum." "What? You know that for sure?" "I'm just stating the obvious." "Ye of little faith." "Sorry. But I figured as long as you're there and undercover, you might want to know where Carpathia is." "I don't care where he is. I'm here to find Buck." "All right then."
"But just for smiles, where is he? Last I heard he was on a bullhorn outside Herod's Gate. Moved there from his bunker near the Sea of Galilee. Unless they were just broadcasting his voice." "No, it was him all right. He's moved his entire command post inside the Old City." "Impossible. I'm lookin' down on it right now, and the place is crawling with-" "I thought so too until I heard where. Underground." "You don't mean-" "Solomon's Stables." "How do I get in there?" "Follow somebody. Carpathia's got an entire regiment there, and I got your new name on the list." "That might not have been prudent, Chang." "Why?"
"What if I choose not to go, am discovered missing, and someone sees me elsewhere?" "Well, there is that possibility, yes. Tell 'em you're on your way." "What if I'm not? I mean, I'd love to be your eyes and ears here, Chang, but my priority is Buck. And nothin' we know about Carpathia now is going to amount to a hill of beans anyway. What's gonna happen is gonna happen. Can you get me off that list?" "Not without looking suspicious. Sorry, Mr. McCullum. I thought I was doing the right-" "Don't worry about it. None of it will matter tomorrow, will it?" Mac saw GC activity and other choppers putting down at the Tombs of the Prophets, south of the Mount of Olives, east of the Old City. Caravans of jeeps quickly loaded the disgorged personnel and raced them toward the conflict. As soon as Mac stepped out of his copter at 2:45 P.M., an officer directing traffic pointed him to an armored personnel carrier. Mac saluted and jogged that way. He joined a dozen other like-uniformed soldiers, who merely nodded at each other, tight-lipped, and rode in stony silence. The cavalcade headed north on Jericho Road and turned west in front of the Rockefeller Museum onto Suleiman Street. "We headed to Herod's Gate?" someone said. "Is it open?" someone else said. "Damascus Gate," the driver announced.
As they passed Herod's Gate Mac joined the others in pressing against the windows on the south side of the vehicle. Somehow the resistance continued to hold the gate. "If you're assigned to the potentate," the driver said, "follow me to the entrance to the stables. Everybody else head for the staging area at the Church of the Flagellation. When we have enough personnel, we'll attack the insurgents from behind and blow 'em out Herod's Gate." Mac felt himself swelling with pride over what Tsion and Buck had apparently accomplished before the rabbi was killed. If they had been at Herod's Gate, they were responsible for helping hold that position against overwhelming odds. And neither of them battle trained. Mac assumed Buck would agree that Tsion would not want his body removed from the Old City. He only hoped Buck had found an appropriate spot for the rabbi. Bodies fallen in an active battle had a way of getting trampled beyond recognition. That wouldn't matter tomorrow either, but Mac knew he and Buck would be on the same page.
Mac found himself fighting anguish. No way Buck would let them worry and wonder for this long. Surely he could have found a way to check in if he was alive. When the vehicle stopped and the driver gave the order, Mac and the soldiers got out and moved as directed. Mac dropped several paces behind his group and phoned Chang, speaking quietly. "Anything?" "Nothing." "I'm not going to succeed, am I?" "What do you want to hear, sir?" "You know." "I'm past pretending, Mr. McCullum." "I appreciate that. Maybe I should just proceed to my assignment." "To the compound?" "Yeah. I know I should have my head examined, but I'd love to be with ol' Nick when Jesus gets here."
Chang felt Naomi's strong fingers on either side of his neck. "You're tense," she said. "Aren't you?" he said. "Relax, love. Messiah is coming." Chang couldn't turn from the screens. "I'd like to lose no one else before that. No matter how much I tell myself they'll be dead only a short while, it all seems so pointless now. I don't want anyone hurt, let alone suffering, then dying. Mr. McCullum's going was my idea." "But he sure jumped on it, didn't he?" "I knew he would. I wish I could have gone." "You know this place can't function without your-" "Don't start, Naomi." "You know it's true." "Regardless. I sent him for my own vicarious thrill. No way he's going to find Buck, and if he does, Buck will be dead. Then what's Mac supposed to do? If he gets found out, he's history. And for what? He could be here watching for the return with everyone else." Naomi pulled a chair next to Chang and sat. "What do you hear from Mr. Smith?" Chang sighed. "That's turned out to be a waste of time and manpower too. So far he hasn't found a thing. Either Captain Steele was obliterated by a missile or he was buried in the sand." "Could he have crawled to safety?" "There's no safety in that sun, Naomi." "That's what I mean. Maybe he found shelter or built himself some shield against the heat." Chang shrugged. "Best-case scenario, I guess. But wouldn't he think to leave some sign for us?" "Maybe he was hurt too badly or simply had no resources." "He could arrange sticks or rocks, even a piece of clothing." "If he was able," Naomi said. Chang's phone made them both jump. "Yes, Mr. Smith?" "I'm on his trail. He was on the move for a while, at least." "What did you find?" "Blood, I'm afraid."
Posted August 18, 2011
Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins in their book "Glorious Appearing" Book Twelve in the Left Behind series published by Tyndale House Publishers brings us to the end of days.
There are some who believe that the rapture will signal the beginning of the seven years of tribulation. This is untrue. The rapture, or the removal of the believers, is the signal for the events that trigger the tribulation to occur. The clock starts counting when the antichrist signs the peace treaty with Israel. In "Glorious Appearing" the whole seven years from that moment are almost finished and the devil knows his time is short. So Nicolae, the antichrist, tries to throw everything that he has at the believers taking refuge at Petra.
I could mention names here but that would tell you who survives and you really want to find out for yourselves. Safe to say there really is the triumphal return of Jesus. Mankind had seven years to accept Him and now He has to separate those that did from those that did not; the sheep from the goats. Those that did not have to follow Nicolae to the pit where they will spend the next one thousand years before being released for one more attack then cut off for eternity apart from Him. This was always the purpose of these books to show how terrible this last time will be and to see who will accept God now rather than wait until later and suffer through tribulation.
Dr. LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins provide a fictional background for the real events that the final book of The Bible, Revelation, speak about: the end times. The Biblical accuracy in"Glorious Appearing" is flawless and the story is a page turning thriller. There are wonderful themes: salvation, faith in what you cannot see and who is in charge despite appearances to the contrary. I do not recommend starting this book late at night because it will cost you sleep as you will not want to put it down. Mr. Jenkins is an excellent writer and knows how to twist your nerve endings as he tightens the suspense. I am looking forward to "Kingdom Come" the concluding sequel to this series.
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By the time I got to this one I was ready for the series to be over. I knew what was going to take place as far as Jesus was coming back and the believers would be with him. The book was good but I liked some of the others better.
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I loved this series of books. Hated when they ended! I fell in love with the characters. I laughed and cried throughout all of them. I would recommend these books to anyone! Outstanding!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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This is a very good book to read if you don't understand whats going on in the end times. I had trouble understanding what happens during the tribulation but ever since i have read the left behind series i've understood the end times a whole lot betterWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 8, 2013
That will take along time. Do not WAIT. Change things now. By the way I do believe that the end of the world and the new earth is coming, just not anytime soon. Bye for now.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 4, 2013
Just went through the left behind series again, I realize there a couple books that I don't have and not sure I want to read, They were written after the glorious appearing. The rising for instance, I don't care for. It is the prelude and story of the antichrist beginnings, and Mr Steeles childhood and life before left behind. After so many books my brain is boggled enough without getting into the before. I am also physically and mentally drained from such a intense ride through these books. I admit I have stayed away from prophecy, I just couldn't make it compute in this finite brain, I appreciated the walk through these that helped them make more sense to me. This totally fiction series, of something that actually could happen is an intense read. I found myself riveted to the story and the characters, waiting to see what happened next. The movies do not even come close to the depth of the stories.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted August 31, 2011
We're finally here....book number 12.
It's almost exactly seven years after the peace treaty has been signed with Israel! The Tribulation is about to conclude with Jesus's return to earth. The Jewish Remnant and Tribulation Force are primarily gathered in Petra; the "Unity Army" led by Nicolae is still attempting to wage war against them; and when Christ returns, boy are they in for a surprise (The authors describe a literal "pit" that those who don't choose Christ tumble into). I especially enjoyed our character's thoughts and reactions to seeing Jesus. Obviously this is the author's interpretation of what might happen, but I still liked it. I have to say I was a little bummed that almost all of our original Tribulation Force members don't make it to see the Glorious Appearing - to be so close! (within day(s)....)
This was a satisfying conclusion to a great series.
Posted August 27, 2011
Undercover in enemy forces Mac goes to Jerusalem in search of Buck. Mac witnesses the cruelty of Carpathia and his followers first hand as the believers in Petra are being threatened. Rayford clings to life following an ATV accident. Chaim speaks conforting words to his audience despite the warnings of Carpathia. Miracles happen in anticipation of Christ's return.
As the last book of the series my anticipation was high. It did drag a bit in the middle but by the last 150 pages or so I could not put the book down. I did enjoy how the authors tied up some loose ends but did seem to leave the door open for more that could follow. The suspense was well crafted and the scene realistic. I was inspired and will seek out more from these authors. As with the books in the series prior to this one, Glorious Appearing did challenge me in my faith and I did enjoy reading the series and having an opportunity to get to know each character. I would recommend this book! Very well done!
Posted August 4, 2011
Posted August 2, 2011
Glorious Appearing, the last book in the Left Behind series, was a great ending to the series. After reading the whole series I loved how the authors ended it. You have got to read this book and the whole series!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 18, 2011
At the beginning of The Glorious Appearing, the twelfth book in the Left Behind Series, it has been seven years to the day since the signing of the peace treaty between Antichrist and Israel, the event which started the Tribulation clock ticking. This means the end is almost at hand. Those believers who have survived to this point are gathered at Petra, an ancient city which was cut into the rocks of Mount Hor. They are preparing to face the mighty Unity Army led by the human embodiment of Satan, the Antichrist.
Even if you don't know Bible prophecy, you can probably tell from the title of the book what happens next--the fulfillment of Philippians 2:10, "That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."
The authors really outdid themselves in this book. Some great non-battle scenes highlight the ridiculousness of man, who attempts to make war on his Creator with earthly weapons. Watching the rebel forces fall apart was highly satisfying. Reading the various characters' reactions to seeing their Lord and Savior face-to-face brought tears to my eyes. And I loved the familiar words with which Jesus comforted the remnant, who had been through so much . . .
"You are of God, little children, and have overcome Antichrist, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world. He is of the world. Therefore he speaks as of the world, and the world hears him. You are of God. He who knows God hears Me; he who is not of God does not hear Me. By this you know the spirit of truth and the spirit of error."
I'm sure human eloquence can only provide an inkling of what that grand reunion will be like, but I'll always be thankful for the efforts of Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins. With The Left Behind Series, they created a powerful image of the future we all must face. I pray that readers in each successive generation will take the message of these books to heart. Until He comes.
So have I convinced you yet? Time to re-read these excellent books. Anyone who hasn't needs to read this series for themselves! Start today! Don't be left behind . . .
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Posted June 21, 2011
"Glorious Appearing" is my favorite of the Left Behind books. I read this book while I was on bed rest when pregnant with my twins. I was stuck at home, nothing to do, nowhere to go and feeling a bit sorry for myself.
Admittedly, the book seemed a bit slow in the beginning but once Jesus came back, it was amazing! I felt that He was speaking to my heart so clearly and it made me so excited for that day when I'll finally see my savior face to face. This book seemed more real to me than all the others and I highly recommend it, even if you haven't read the others in the series.
I give this book 4 stars because the writing is just common-place. I'm a reader of classic literature and very well-written novels by authors like Francine Rivers. Usually, only absolutely perfect fiction gets 5 stars with me. 5 stars means it couldn't be better. I think you'll love this book, though, especially if you're eagerly awaiting Christ's return!
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Posted June 15, 2011
While I thought the series was unrealistic, I did enjoy the series as a whole. I plot is catching and easy to follow and I had a hard time putting them down. I thought this final book was a good ending to the series and I was satisfied by how it tied things up. I would recommend this series to anyone looking for a quick and easy summer read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 1, 2011
Read it once. Read it twice. Read it again. This book, although lacking in the dramatics of the previous book, is the satisfying conclusion to Jesus' return. Read it in one day (kept me up past midnight). This book is a must have for anyone's shelf. This and the whole series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 11, 2011
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