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The Earth, now a wasted shell of its former beauty, staggers under the weight of worsening judgments from heaven, while Carpathia turns up the heat on Christ followers and anyone else who does not swear total allegiance...
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The Earth, now a wasted shell of its former beauty, staggers under the weight of worsening judgments from heaven, while Carpathia turns up the heat on Christ followers and anyone else who does not swear total allegiance with him.
All pretense is gone, even on the part of the Antichrist, as the planet hurtles toward Armageddon and the ultimate showdown between good and evil.
Despite the screaming Global Community fighter-bombers-larger than any he had ever seen or even read about-he heard his own concussing heart and wheezing lungs. New to the robe and sandals of an Egyptian, he tottered on sore knees and toes. Rayford could not bow his head, could not tear his eyes from the sky and the pair of warheads that seemed to grow larger as they fell.
Beside him his dear compatriot, Abdullah Smith, prostrated himself, burying his head in his hands. To Rayford, Smitty represented everyone he was responsible for-the entire Tribulation Force around the world. Some were in Chicago, some in Greece, some with him in Petra. One was in New Babylon. And as the Jordanian groaned and leaned into him, Rayford felt Abdullah shuddering.
Rayford was scared too. He wouldn't have denied it. Where was the faith that should have come from seeing God, so many times, deliver him from death? It wasn't that he doubted God. But something deep within-his survival instinct, he assumed-told him he was about to die.
For most people, doubt was long gone by now ... there were few skeptics anymore. If someone were not a Christ follower by now, probably he had chosen to oppose God.
Rayford had no fear of death itself or of the afterlife. Providing heaven for his people was a small feat for the God who now manifested himself miraculously every day. It was the dying part Rayford dreaded. For while his God had protected him up to now and promised eternal life when death came, he had not spared Rayford injury and pain. What would it be like to fall victim to the warheads?
Quick, that was sure. Rayford knew enough about Nicolae Carpathia to know the man would not cut corners now. While one bomb could easily destroy the million people who-all but Rayford, it seemed-tucked their heads as close to between their legs as they were able, two bombs would vaporize them. Would the flashes blind him? Would he hear the explosions? feel the heat? be aware of his body disintegrating into bits?
Whatever happened, Carpathia would turn it into political capital. He might not televise the million unarmed souls, showing their backsides to the Global Community as the bombs hurtled in. But he would show the impact, the blasts, the fire, the smoke, the desolation. He would illustrate the futility of opposing the new world order.
Rayford's mind argued against his instincts. Dr. Ben-Judah believed they were safe, that this was a city of refuge, the place God had promised. And yet Rayford had lost a man here just days before. On the other hand, the ground attack by the GC had been miraculously thwarted at the last instant. Why couldn't Rayford rest in that, trust, believe, have confidence?
Because he knew warheads. And as these dropped, parachutes puffed from each, slowing them and allowing them to drop simultaneously straight down toward the assembled masses. Rayford's heart sank when he saw the black pole attached to the nose of each bomb. The GC had left nothing to chance. Just over four feet long, as soon as those standoff probes touched the ground they would trip the fuses, causing the bombs to explode above the surface.
Chloe Steele Williams was impressed with Hannah's driving. Unfamiliar vehicle, unfamiliar country-yet the Native American, who had been uncannily morphed into a New Delhi Indian, handled the appropriated GC Jeep as if it were her own. She was smoother and more self-confident than Mac McCullum had been, but of course he had spent the entire drive across the Greek countryside talking.
"I know this is all new to you gals," he had said, causing Chloe to catch Hannah's eye and wink. If anybody could get away with unconscious chauvinism, it was the weathered pilot and former military man, who referred to all the women in the Trib Force as "little ladies" but did not seem consciously condescending.
"I got to get to the airport," he told them, "which is thataway, and y'all have got to get into Ptolemaïs and find the Co-op." He pulled over and hopped out. "Whicha you two is drivin' again?"
Hannah climbed behind the wheel from the backseat, her starched white GC officer's uniform still crisp.
Mac shook his head. "You two look like a coupla Wacs, but 'course they don't call 'em that anymore." He looked up and down the road, and Chloe felt compelled to do the same. It was noon, the sun high and hot and directly overhead, no clouds. She saw no other vehicles and heard none. "Don't worry about me," Mac added. "Somebody'll be along and I'll catch a ride." He lifted a canvas bag out of the back and slung it over his shoulder. Mac also carried a briefcase. Gustaf Zuckermandel Jr., whom they all knew as Zeke or Z, had thought of everything. The lumbering young man in Chicago had made himself into the best forger and disguiser in the world, and Chloe decided that the three of them alone were the epitomes of his handiwork. It was so strange to see Mac with no freckles or red hair. His face was dark now, his hair brown, and he wore glasses he didn't need. She only hoped Z's work with her dad and the others at Petra proved as effective. Mac set down his bags and rested his forearms atop the driver's side door, bringing his face to within inches of Hannah's. "You kids got everything memorized and all?" Hannah looked at Chloe, fighting a smile. How many times had he asked that on the flight from the States and during the drive? They both nodded. "Lemme see your name tags again." Hannah's was right in front of him. "Indira Jinnah from New Delhi," Mac read. Chloe leaned forward to where he could see hers. "And Chloe Irene from Montreal." He covered his own name tag. "And you're on the staff of who?"
"Senior Commander Howie Johnson of Winston-Salem," Chloe said. They'd been over it so many times. "You're now the ranking GC officer in Greece, and if anybody doubts it, they can check with the palace."
"Awright then," Mac said. "Got your side arms? This Kronos character, at least a relative of his, has some more firepower."
Chloe knew they needed more firepower, especially not knowing what they would encounter. But learning the Luger and the Uzi-which they knew the Greek underground could supply-had been more than enough to tax her before they left Chicago.
"I still say the Co-op people are going to clam up when they see our uniforms," Hannah said.
"Show 'em your mark, sweetie," Mac said.
The radio under the dashboard crackled. "Attention GC Peacekeeping forces. Be advised, Security and Intelligence has launched an aerial attack on several million armed subversives of the Global Community in a mountain enclave discovered by ground forces about fifty miles southeast of Mizpe Ramon in the Negev Desert. The insurgents murdered countless GC ground troops and commandeered unknown numbers of tanks and armored carriers.
"Global Community Security and Intelligence Director Suhail Akbar has announced that two warheads have been dropped simultaneously, to be followed by a missile launched from Resurrection Airport in Amman, and that the expected result will be annihilation of the rebel headquarters and its entire personnel force. While there remain pockets of resistance around the world, Director Akbar believes this will effectively destroy 90 percent of the adherents of the traitorous Judah-ites, including Tsion Ben-Judah himself and his entire cabinet."
Chloe's hand flew to her mouth, and Hannah grabbed her other hand. "Just pray, girls," Mac said. "We all but knew this was comin'. Either we have faith or we don't."
"That's easy to say from here," Chloe said. "We could lose four people, not to mention all the Israelis we promised to protect."
"I'm not takin' it lightly, Chloe. But we got a job to do here too, and this is no safer than a mountain under a bomb attack. You keep your wits about you, hear? Listen to me-we won't know what happened at Petra till we see it with our own eyes or hear it from our people. You heard the lies already, from the GC to their own forces! We know for sure there's only a million people in Petra and-"
"Well, yeah, compared to several million like they said. And armed? No way! And did we kill GC forces-murder 'em, I mean? And what about commandeering those-"
"I know, Mac," Chloe said. "It's just-"
"You'd better practice callin' me by my GC name, Ms. Irene. And remember everything we went over in Chicago. You may have to fight, defend yourselves, even kill somebody."
"I'm ready," Hannah said, making Mac cock his head. Chloe was surprised too. She knew Hannah had warmed to this assignment, but she couldn't imagine Hannah wanted to kill anyone any more than she did. "The gloves are off," Hannah said, looking to Chloe and then back to Mac. "We've gone way past diplomacy. If it's kill or be killed, I'm killing somebody."
Chloe could only shake her head.
"I'm just saying," Hannah said, "this is war. You think they won't kill Sebastian? They very well already could have. And I'm not counting on finding this Stavros girl alive."
"Then why are we here?" Chloe said.
"Just in case," Hannah said, using the Indian lilt Abdullah had taught her in Chicago.
"Just in case is right," Mac said, hefting his bags again. "Our phones are secure. Keep the solar receptors exposed during the daytime-"
"C'mon, Mac," Chloe said. "Give us a little credit."
"Oh, I do," Mac said. "I give you more than a lot of credit. I'm impressed, tell you the truth. Comin' over here for somebody you've never met, well, at least you, Chloe. And Hannah, er, Indira, I don't guess you got to know George well enough to give a-to, uh, care that much about him personally."
Hannah shook her head.
"But here we are, aren't we?" Mac said. "Somebody was here workin' for us, and best we can figure out, he's in trouble. I don't know about you, but I'm not leavin' here without him."
Mac spun and stared at the horizon, causing Chloe and Hannah to do the same. A black dot grew as it moved their way. "Y'all run along now," Mac said. "And keep in touch."
Rayford's first inkling was that he was in hell. Had he been wrong? Had it all been for naught? Had he been killed and missed heaven in spite of it all?
He was unaware of separate explosions. The bombs had caused such a blinding flash that even with his eyes involuntarily pressed shut as tightly as his facial muscles would allow, the sheer brilliant whiteness seemed to fill Rayford's entire skull. It was as if the glare filled him and then shone from him, and he grimaced against the sound and heat that had to follow. Surely he would be blown into the others and finally obliterated.
The resounding boom sent a shock wave of its own, but Rayford did not topple, and he heard no rocks falling, no mountainous formations crashing. He instinctively thrust out his hands to steady himself, but that proved unnecessary. He heard ten thousand wails and moans and shrieks, but his own throat was constricted. Even with his eyes closed, he saw the whiteness replaced by orange and red and black, and now, oh, the stench of fire and metal and oil and rock! Rayford forced himself to open his eyes, and as the thunderous roar echoed throughout Petra he realized he was ablaze. He lifted his robed arms before his face, at least temporarily unaware of the searing heat. He knew his robe, then flesh, then bone would be consumed within seconds.
Rayford could not see far in the raging firestorm, but every huddled pilgrim around him was also ablaze. Abdullah rolled to one side and lay in a fetal position, his face and head still cocooned in his arms. White, yellow, orange, black roaring flames engulfed him as if he were a human wick for a demonic holocaust.
One by one the people around Rayford stood and raised their arms. Their hoods, their hair, their beards, faces, arms, hands, robes, clothes all roared with the conflagration as if the fire were fueled from beneath them. Rayford looked above their heads but could not see the cloudless sky. Even the sun was blotted out by the massive sea of raging flames and a pair of roiling mushroom clouds. The mountain, the city, the whole area was afire, and the fumes and plumes and licking flames rose thousands of feet into the air.
What must this look like to the world, Rayford wondered, and it struck him that the mass of Israelis were as dumbfounded as he. They staggered, eyeing each other, arms aloft, now embracing, smiling! Was this some bizarre nightmare? How could they be engulfed by the slaughtering force of the latest in mass-destruction technology yet still stand, squinting, with puzzled looks, still able to hear?
Rayford opened and closed his right fist, inches from his face, wondering at the hissing flarelike tongues of fire that leaped from each digit. Abdullah struggled to his feet and turned in a circle as if drunk, mimicking the others by raising his arms and looking skyward.
He turned to Rayford and they embraced, the fire from their bodies melding and contributing to the whole. Abdullah pulled back to look Rayford in the face. "We are in the fiery furnace!" the Jordanian exulted.
"Amen!" Rayford shouted. "We are a million Shadrachs, Meshachs, and Abednegos!"
Chang Wong joined the other techies in his department as their boss, Aurelio Figueroa, led them to a huge television monitor. It showed the live feed from the cockpit of one of the fighter-bombers as it circled high above Petra, broadcast around the world via the Global Community News Network. Later Chang would check his recording of the bug in Carpathia's office to monitor the reactions of Nicolae, his new secretary Krystall, Leon, Suhail, and Viv Ivins.
"Mission accomplished," the pilot reported, scanning the target and showing square miles raging in flames. "Suggest subsequent missile sequence abort. Unnecessary."
Chang clenched his teeth so tight his jaw ached. How could anyone survive that? The flames were thick, and the black smoke belched so high that the pilot had to avoid it to keep the picture clear.
"Negative," came the reply from GC Command. "Initiate launch sequence, Amman."
"That's overkill," the pilot muttered, "but it's your money. Returning to base."
"Repeat?" The voice sounded like Akbar himself.
"Roger that. Returning to base." "That's another negative.
Excerpted from The Remnant by Tim F. LaHaye Jerry B. Jenkins Copyright ©2002 by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins. Excerpted by permission.
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Posted July 29, 2010
I have absolutely enjoyed every Left Behind book that I have read. I have read some reviews where people have said the books are a 'fifth' grade level, as if that were a bad thing. I'm sure these authors knew what they were doing when they wrote these books. They wanted a variety of people to be able to understand the books. People of all ages! Otherwise, what's the good of trying to share God's word with people if you load it up with words that are too complicated for some people to understand? If someone starts talking to me about things I don't understand (like cars) with terms that are really ridiculous to follow, then I will block it out and be completely uninterested! But, if they took the time to simplify everything, I would probably find an interest in it, plus would want to further my knowledge in whatever they are talking about! I applaud the authors for writing these books in a 'simple' way. The KJV bible is on a fourth or fifth grade level! The messages were great, the characters were outstanding, everything was creative. I read almost a book a day because I could never put them down! I am definitely a Left Behind series fan, fan of God's word & of God Himself! God bless all who read these books!!
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Posted December 20, 2006
The 12 books that comprise the Left Behind series are quick reads and they provide a good intro for those about to embark on the Christian path. Even though the main heroes are white, the LB series provides a good multi-cultural cast of supporting characters. The villains are more humorous than scary and often provide comic relief to the serious topic of Revelation prophecy. Special attention and detail is often given to the locations where the action takes place. The locations mentioned throughout the LB series are existing and can be visited (including Mt.Prospect, Ill.). Comprehensive and follows Revelation almost to the letter. Provides likable characters who explain and interpret the enigmatic verses of Revelation. An enjoyable read. The Left Behind series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 16, 2007
For the person who said learn Greek, learn the bible, the idea of the Rapture comes from Thessalonians. Regardless of your theology (and I don't lean toward Tim LeHaye's) the book is a wonderful read and does teach some Christian held truths.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 27, 2005
It's amazing just how much information can come from one word in Revelations. One word, when taken out of context translates to the Word Rapture. Learn Greek! Because of this one word, and a big misunderstanding, a theory has been developed. In the late 1800's this theory reared it's head. Now it is mainstream and a false belief. Once people delve into History, they begin to realize that Revelations is a code...a code that reveals if you will. Most of the things in Revelations have already happened. One Example...Romans forced others to carry around a license to practice business. This license was a document that swore allegiance to Ceasar. Ceasar was considered the anti christ. This book series has done as much harm to the Christian faith as The Da Vinci Code.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted March 29, 2004
I personally feel that the left behind series has given me a new look on life. It has scripture and profrocy that is foretold in the Bible. It really makes you examine your own life and where God really wants you in the world to do his labor work for him and ChristWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted November 15, 2003
I picked up this book because I'm a fan of apocolyptic fiction... Christ Clone, Conquest of Paradise, The Last Days... I was hoping for more of the same. I was never a big fan of the Left Behind series anyway, and the Remnant just bored me to tears. The theological backing for this book is hardly examined, nor are the characters fleshed out... Even if you do like the Christian genre, like I do, you will be disappointed.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted June 5, 2003
I appreciate the enlightenment Lahaye/Jenkins has given us readers about the end of times as recorded in the Bible, and this series has been entertaining but has lost it's punch. I did find a new trilogy that was very enjoyable and along the same lines but different altogether. It is the LAST GENTILE, DEACON'S HORN and THE FINAL WITNESS and are well worth the read and guaranteed to never leave you bored!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 11, 2003
I have been going through a lot in my life for the past 3 or 4 years , unemployed and etc. I was getting out of my car at the grocery store notice the women beside me deep into this book.Well she introduced me to the books & in less than2 weeks I'm waitng for number 11.What a wake up call!I have truly grown closer to GOD and Itell everyone at my church about the books thank you both for the wake-up call.He has risen indeed!!!!!!! Hattie Everette PS: It was also amazing to see that one of the carectors name was HATTIE!!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted February 16, 2003
I was very disappointed to find that this book was narrated by a different person. I did not enjoy this book as much as the previous ones because of this. Frank Muller is a much better narrator and had done all the previous books. Its hard to get swept up in the book with this new voice. I hope Frank Muller will do the future series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 4, 2003
Once again, I found myself looking up quoted Bible scriptures while reading this book. Even though, the end-times are brought closer to us, they are done so in such a vivid and captivating manner. You find yourself, once again, rooting for the "good guys" of the Tribulation Force and detesting the Antichrist Nicholae Carpathia. Jenkins and LaHaye write of the end times as if they have lived them, rather than quoting them from scripture. The down side to this newest novel, was the occasional chapter that was very slow moving with very little action. But knowing the excitement of previous novels, you can't dwell on the slow points, but hurry to the next exciting chapter.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 5, 2003