Soul's Gateby James L. Rubart
“Every now and then we get a break from reality. A glimpse into the other world that is more real than the reality we live in 99 percent of our days. The Bible is about a world of demons and angels and great evil and even greater glory.”
What if you could travel inside another person’s soul? To battle for them. To be part of Jesus healing/b>
“Every now and then we get a break from reality. A glimpse into the other world that is more real than the reality we live in 99 percent of our days. The Bible is about a world of demons and angels and great evil and even greater glory.”
What if you could travel inside another person’s soul? To battle for them. To be part of Jesus healing their deepest wounds. To help set them free to step boldly into their divinely designed future.
Thirty years ago that’s exactly what Reece Roth did. Until tragedy shattered his life and ripped away his future.
Now God has drawn Reece out of the shadows to fulfill a prophecy spoken over him three decades ago. A prophecy about four warriors with the potential to change the world . . . if Reece will face his deepest regret and teach them what he has learned.
They gather at a secluded and mysterious ranch deep in the mountains of Colorado, where they will learn to see the spiritual world around them with stunning clarity—and how to step into the supernatural.
Their training is only the beginning. The four have a destiny to pursue a freedom even Reece doesn’t fully fathom. But they have an enemy hell-bent on destroying them and he’ll stop at nothing to keep them from their quest for true freedom and the coming battle of souls.
“Readers with high blood pressure or heart conditions be warned: this is a seriously heart-thumping and satisfying read that goes to the edge, jumps off, and 'builds wings on the way down.'” —Publishers Weekly
Rubart does something few religious authors do: He brings ancient, forgotten happenings in the Bible into the contemporary scene. With careful use of Scripture, he reminds the reader that God and the Holy Spirit are not bound by distance and time. He portrays miracles and the power of prayer through the actions of average characters in an enlightening fashion. This book is provocative in its material. It forces the reader to consider components of God’s nature not normally focused on. It’s a quality novel for young or older Christians of any theological background.'
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SOULS GATEA WELL SPRING NOVEL: BOOK 1
By JAMES L. RUBART
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2012 James L. Rubart
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Chapter OneReece Roth spun at the sound—a dull scrape like log on log. But there was nothing behind him except a small pile of driftwood worn white by years of ocean rain and wind. A shadow flitted in the corner of his eye, but as he turned farther to his left, the darkness vanished.
His heart pumped faster as he took another quarter turn to complete the circle. His feet dug into the russet sand, his gaze darting from ground to sky, taking in everything—seeing nothing unusual.
Only waves and seagulls and an endless beach stretching beyond his sight both north and south. But the sensation that skittered up and down his back didn't come from his imagination. Reece forced himself to breathe slower as he brushed his thick graying hair back from his forehead and squinted at the orange sun sinking below the horizon.
Calm. Abba's peace. Embrace it. He needed to be here.
To get comfortable with doing this again after so many years away.
You killed them.
The thought slammed into Reece's mind like a fist to his temple.
Admit it. It was your arrogance. Your pride. Just like you're going to kill the four of the prophecy. You will fail again.
"No." Reece squeezed his eyes shut. It wasn't the truth. Take every thought captive. Every idea.
He prayed against the attack and a few moments later the thoughts melted away. The power inside him was more than enough to counter any kind of assault. Without question Reece's head knew it was true. If only his heart could believe with the strength it used to.
He looked up the beach to his right. A hundred yards away two men in tan pants and white T-shirts seemed to materialize out of the dusk. They strolled toward him, glancing between the waves and the rocky cliffs to their left. A blast of wind shrieked into Reece's ears and kicked sand into his eyes. He slammed his eyes shut and covered his face.
When he lowered his hands and opened his eyes, the two men stood ten feet away. Smiling.
Reece's heart rate spiked.
"Good evening, Reece." The man on the right flicked his finger toward the orange-and-red-smeared clouds and the sky turned dark. He motioned again and the thundering waves froze in place as if they'd been doused in liquid nitrogen. "You don't mind, do you? Always nice to set an appropriate mood, you know?"
"Greater is he that is in me." Reece riveted his gaze on the two men.
"Yes, we're familiar with that sentiment. Thanks for bringing it up."
Reece stumbled back a step. "Jesus."
The man on the left smiled wider and pointed in back of Reece. The wood-on-wood sound filled the air again and Reece glanced behind him. What was a pile of driftwood minutes earlier had morphed into a sort of hut, maybe three feet tall and four feet wide.
He turned back to the men. "You have no power over me."
"Really?" The man on the left pointed behind him again. "You might want to look out, old man."
Something heavy slammed into his upper back and Reece lurched to his hands and knees and gasped for air. A moment later the hut thudded down around him. A driftwood cage.
"Comfortable?" The first man sauntered through the sand toward Reece and the other man followed.
Reece shoved his huge six-foot-five-inch frame hard against the driftwood logs that made up the ceiling and grunted. Nothing. The structure was like concrete bolted to the ground.
"Don't exhaust yourself. You won't escape."
"You can't stop me." Reece reached out and wrenched on the wood in front of him, but it didn't budge.
"Of course we can." The man laughed as he bent down, his face inches from the wood, and stared into Reece's eyes. "If you try, we'll take you out again. Like last time so long ago. You think you're ready to train them? You're not even close. You know that. So do we. Consider this a friendly warning, for old time's sake. Stay away from the four. Drop the idea of taking them to Well Spring. Cancel the trip. If you do, we won't go after them and we'll leave you alone. All those concerned will be much happier."
"In the name of Jesus get out of—"
"Good-bye, Reece. Please believe us, it will be extremely unprofitable for you—and for the four—if you attempt to go through the gateway into someone's soul ever again. Consider what is about to happen in the next few seconds an example as to what would come your way if you do."
The second man winked at Reece, then swirled his toe in the sand in a tight circle. As he did, the ground under Reece's knees and palms gave way and he was sucked down into the sand.
Grains poured over his head and forced their way into his mouth, covering his tongue and scraping down his throat. He choked, his head jerking forward, his lips parting, allowing more sand to jam its way into his mouth. He tried to suck in a breath through his nose but the sand filled it. The sand around his body thickened, pressing Reece's arms against his hips, pressing the remaining air out of his lungs. The darkness surrounding him grew and seemed to fill his mind.
No. Fight this. Have to get out of here!
The pressure on his body increased and the blackness swallowed him.
Your blood, Jesus, your power, now!
Chapter TwoAn instant later the sand around Reece vanished. early morning sun shot through the maple trees in his backyard and spilled over him. He heaved forward in his chair, huge coughs racking his body and filling the Pacific northwest air. He blinked and gasped, his hands clenching the arms of his teak chair. How long had he been ...? His watch said seven fifteen. He'd been inside for an hour and a half. Too long. He shouldn't have pushed it that far.
Reece stared at the fire pit in front of him. The flames had died out but the coals still burned red, throwing off enough heat to warm his hands. He let the warmth seep into his palms for a moment, then rubbed them against his face and over his head.
He shivered in spite of the fire. The sweat that soaked through his Beatles T-shirt made the cool late spring morning colder. He slipped onto his knees on the stamped concrete that surrounded the fire pit and leaned forward, hands on his legs.
"I can't do this, lord. I'm not ready."
It's time. And there is little time left for you to do what must be done.
"You saw what happened in there."
"And I'm supposed to train them to do what I didn't just do?" Silence.
"You heard what they told me, Lord."
Nothing. Reece stayed on his knees for another five minutes, allowing his emotions to settle. Finally he rose to his feet, grabbed the thick, gnarled stick next to the ring of large stones that made up his fire pit, and spread out the coals. No chance of a spark lighting anything on fire even if it did escape, but it couldn't hurt to be safe.
He stared at the embers as he moved the stick through them in a slow circle. Should he postpone the trip? Get more prepared? Going in this morning should have been simple. The soul he'd entered should have been a safe place to practice. It made no sense.
It was meant to be a straightforward exercise, a test to make sure he still knew how to go in and get back out safely. To build his confidence for when he taught the four how to do it. To make sure he could protect them. But he'd blown it. They were leaving for Colorado in five days. He should have practiced every day since he embraced his destiny to train them. Why had he waited so long?
Simple. Fear hounded him. He was scared of being back on the front lines. Scared that it would turn out exactly as it had just now. Scared that the nameless ones were right and he would only usher in more death.
He glanced at his watch again. Seven twenty-five. In a little over thirty-two hours he'd head for Snoqualmie Falls, introduce the four to each other, and give them a few final thoughts before heading for Well Spring. And what would those thoughts be? He didn't know.
Reece set his fire stick down next to the pit, closed his eyes, and shook his head. He should call it off. He couldn't train them in his current spiritual condition.
I am in this. I will walk with you, every step.
"You were in that? Just now? Where?"
Again, silence. He picked up his old beat-up tan Stetson, put it on, and stood. As he stepped the one hudred yards from the fire pit to the back door of his two-story log cabin twenty miles northeast of Seattle, Reece again mulled over what he would tell the four tomorrow at the falls.
They needed inspiration. They needed to believe, erase any doubts about going. Reece pushed away the fear that continued to lap at the edges of his mind. He needed inspiration. He needed to believe. Reece pulled out his cell phone with shaking fingers.
"I have to talk, Doug." Reece clomped up the stairs to his back deck and sat rigid in one of his polished wooden chairs, his body still twitching.
"Well Spring. The prophecy. All of it."
"You were attacked when you were inside."
"You're not surprised."
"Something felt wrong when I was praying for you."
Reece pushed his hat back and rubbed his forehead. "Something was definitely wrong."
"I apologize, friend. I cannot chat at the moment. I have a call on the other line and the rest of my day is absurdly full, but I can chat late tonight or anytime tomorrow from midmorning on."
"I'm seeing all of them tomorrow afternoon. I want them to be introduced to each other at least once here before we head for the ranch together. What if I were to call you on the way, say around three thirty?"
"That will be fine. In the meantime remember, courage is not the absence of fear, it is action in the face of fear."
Reece hung up the phone and stared at it. Doug's words were true. It was enough. For the moment. But even if it wasn't, did Reece have an option? If the Spirit was in this and the prophecy was true, the only choice was to step into the battle and swing his sword till there was no breath left within him.
Reece pulled a yellowed paper folded in quarters from his back pocket. Had it really been thirty years since Doug had stood in front of him and spoken the words? He opened the paper and smoothed it out on his knee.
There will come a day when you will train them—they will be four. The song, the teacher, the leader, the temple. Keep your eyes open to see, your ears open to listen, your heart open to feel, and your mind open to discern.
When the time comes, the Spirit will reveal each of them to you. You will teach them the wonders of my power they can't yet imagine. And instruct these warriors how to go far inside the soul and marrow.
They will rise up and fight for the hearts of others. They will demolish strongholds in the heavens and grind their enemies to dust. Their victories will spread across the nations. You will pour out your life for them and lead them to freedom, and they will turn and bring healing to the broken and set the hearts of others free.
And when the wolf rises, the four must war against him and bring about his destruction.
Only they have hope of victory.
And for one, their vision will grow clear,
And for one, the darkness of choice will rain on them,
And for one, the other world will become more real than this one,
And for one, death will come before the appointed time.
He folded the paper and put it back in his pocket. Five days from now Reece would explain to Brandon, Dana, Marcus, and Tamera that they were the four. And pray like mad they believed him.
Chapter ThreeBrandon Scott held the last chord on his martin twelve-string till its amplified sound was smothered by the roar of more than four thousand fans crowding the SDSU open Air Theatre in San Diego.
Seeing the audience with raised arms, pouring themselves out to Jesus, used to be an ocean of bliss pouring over him. These days? He didn't feel anything.
Where are you, Lord?
Brandon shuddered and let his head drop to his chest. The ache inside seemed to burn through his dark blue T-shirt. So many people right in front of him wanting hope, wanting joy, longing for life, and all he could offer was a formula he'd pumped out seven times this month alone on stages across the country.
As his head remained down, a smattering of applause floated toward him. They probably thought he was praying for them. He should be. The words of the song he'd just sung were strong and true and eloquent. Many would be moved by them. But to him they'd turned into words he'd sung too many times for too many years.
Where had the old days gone when the Spirit flowed and it didn't even feel like he was playing? The days when there was no set song list, when he played whatever God told him to play at that moment? The days when he'd stop in the middle of a song and pray for someone in the audience God told him to pray for? vanished. That's where those days were. One more song. one more and the concert would be over. Grind it out. Come on. Let's go.
"Wake up, bro. One more, right?" His bass player, Anthony, bumped his shoulder into Brandon's. "You with us?"
Brandon raised his head and forced a smile. "Just pausing for dramatic effect."
Anthony laughed, which always made his ultralean frame shake like a lopsided blender. Brandon glanced at the rest of his band and started the count for the last song, "One, two, three, four!"
The band kicked into his signature closing song, "Run Wild, Run Free," and they played it flawlessly. At least Brandon hoped they did. His mind was on his meeting tomorrow. Was he really going on that retreat thing? Sure, why wouldn't he?
Three minutes and forty-two seconds later, Brandon held his guitar high in the air and pointed at the sky as thundering applause filled the arena.
"He is King! He is Lord!" Brandon waved to the crowd—flashing a big fake smile—then darted off the stage and down the stairs that led to the dressing rooms. The praise from the crowd seemed to follow him through the corridor, its sound reverberating around him but leaving a metallic taste in his mouth.
Because it was all a lie. He was a lie. Didn't used to be. But for the past three years? Yep. Going through the motions. Was God still part of it? Were people still being reached? Probably. He hoped so.
Hard shoes clicked on the floor behind him. Brandon didn't bother to turn around. It would be Kevin Kaison. Why was the guy managing him? All the girls Brandon knew said Kevin should be modeling. He had the look—five foot nine, brown hair, lean build. He had the vibe, people liked him immediately, and he was smart.
Brandon wasn't going to push Kevin away—he made life on the road and in his marketing and everywhere else run like a finely tuned Jaguar, but managing him couldn't be the end of Kevin's desires. Two more clicks and Kevin was beside him, matching Brandon's swift stride.
"Sweet show, pal. They love you here. Of course, they love you everywhere."
"What song are you doing for an encore tonight?"
Brandon shook his head. "No."
"You don't have a song named that." Kevin whirled and walked backward in front of Brandon.
"I'm not doing an encore tonight."
"No." Brandon picked up his stride.
"I heard you the first two times."
"Then why'd you ask again?"
"It was a rhetorical what." Kevin smacked his hands together. "We need an encore."
"My no wasn't rhetorical."
Brandon stuttered to a stop and folded his arms. "Yeah?"
Kevin adjusted his Kangol glasses and pointed back down the hallway. "They're expecting an encore. I'm sure you must have an excellent reason why you're not doing one."
"I'm wiped out." Brandon pressed the tips of his forefingers into his eyes until stars appeared.
"Look at me, Brandon."
"Okay." He offered Kevin a half smile and leaned forward. "I'm seeing you."
"Who am I?"
"Who are you?" Brandon chuckled.
Brandon folded his arms again and leaned back against the light gray concrete wall to the side of him. "I'm sure you have a point to this."
"I'm guessing 'I'm tired' works wonders with other people, but I've been your manager for six years and your friend even longer. You're at the breaking point."
"I'm fine. Just tired. We've only had three days off in the last five weeks."
Kevin waved his hand back down the hall toward the stage again. "This is the fourth city in a row that has gone crazy asking for an encore, and the fourth city in a row where you've refused."
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Meet the Author
James L. Rubart is a professional marketer and speaker. He is the author of the bestselling novel Rooms as well as Book of Days, The Chair, and Soul's Gate. He lives with his wife and sons in the Pacific Northwest.
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A very good read . Good for the soul . It makes you think about your own spirituality . And where you stand with Christ
Jim is an author who comes up with mind-twisting plots and what-ifs. Soul's Gate was no exception. The characters were interesting, but what grabbed me and is staying with me after closing the book is the idea that I want God to use me in a way like He did the characters. Imagine four people who fulfill an old prophecy. They are to come together to bring freedom to those who are in bondage. They have to start with themselves...and that means jumping in to other people's souls -- with permission -- to do warfare for them. Jim admits in an author note, that may not be possible. But so many other things in the book come straight from the Bible. Bottom line, I closed the book with a cry in my heart and hunger to be used by God in fresh, new, mighty ways to bring His freedom to this world. Definitely a book that can impact readers as much as Frank Peretti's This Present Darkness.
Soul’s Gate by James Rubart Reece Roth has received a prophecy that he will teach four persons to fight for the hearts of others by entering into their souls. They will wage spiritual warfare and bring freedom to those oppressed by the enemy. Now he must convince the four of that calling. Dana, Brandon and Marcus seem willing, but what of the fourth? This task is not without many dangers, as Reece well knows. As his protégés become stronger, the enemy takes notice and their families and Reece come under attack. Are Dana, Marcus and Brandon ready to take on the challenge to stand against the enemy and deliver Reece? James Rubart writes an intriguing novel based on the premise that spiritual warfare can be waged inside a person’s soul. Rubart admits that this possibility doesn’t really exist, but it makes for an interesting read. This novel reminded me a lot of his novel Rooms, which I found interesting as well. His style is straightforward and the plot moves along, although I found the beginning of the novel to be confusing when he was introducing multiple characters at once. It didn’t help that for some reason the copy I received from the publisher would not display the first page of each chapter on my nook. As I continued to read, I became more involved in the plot and found myself challenged to spend more time in prayer. This story, because it is fiction, may not be found to be doctrinally mainline, but it does challenge the reader not to settle for a blasé faith. If you enjoyed Peretti’s Piercing the Darkness novel, you will enjoy this one, too. The publisher gave me a free copy and this is my honest opinion.
This book was exactly what I needed exactly when I needed it. While I loved Rooms, it mostly dealt with issues I'd already tackled and revelations I'd already received. Book of Days had more impact on me, but this novel went far beyond. I so needed this infusion of faith and power in my life right now. This reminder that the spirit world is more real than the illusory one all around me that presses on my senses day in and day out. And I needed to have my fighting spirit revived. Another wonderful aspect of this book, which I've never found in a novel before, was the direct link between quantum physics, faith, and the spiritual realm. I'm a closet physics geek, so this delighted me to no end. My husband is halfway through the book as I'm writing this, and I sent a gift copy to my mom. No doubt, I'll soon be buying lots of extra copies and wrangling all my loved ones into reading it. I not only highly recommend this book, I'd say it's a must read for every Christian. I'm sure I will read this one again and again. No matter where you are in your walk with the Lord, I think you'll find something in this book to minister to you. And even for non-Christians, I can't help but think you'd enjoy this peek at what Christianity was truly meant to be. The novel challenges you to believe what the Bible really says and to tap into the supernatural power available in the Holy Spirit. The author says in the back that his main purpose for the book was to demonstrate freedom in Christ, but there was no way to get there without looking at spiritual warfare as well. From healing, to prophecy and vision, to being transported in the spirit and invisibilty cloaks, this book takes a look at a sort of Christianity few truly believe in. A sort of Christianity that I remember longing for once upon a time with childlike faith. For the sake of the story, it also examines the possibility of going into the souls of others to fight for their freedom. While the author admits that this is probably not precisely true, it does seem to be in many ways a very accurate portrayal of a spiritual reality.
Totally caused me to reconsider the power of prayer; how we do church; the battles in the spiritual realm. Highly recommend it.
Soul's Gate was a great book, filled with surprising plot twists and lots of what ifs. It was written well and will leave you thinking about your spirituality and your own relationship with Christ. The characters were wonderfully written and I really liked the way each of them had a different struggle going on within even if they didn't fully realize they were actually struggling. In some way, I felt like I was able to relate to each of their struggles in some way. After reading the book, I realized that I want to be able to fight for people like the members of the prophecy. Of course, you need to be willing to confront your own demons before you can fight someone else's (with their permission of course).Needless to say, this book left me hungry for more. Can't wait for Memory's Door!
Inspiring. Will read his other books as well.
Great book...stretches your faith. Great for prayer warriors.
I'm so happy I read his work. I have completed all of his books and must say. Wow.
I LOVE THIS BOOK ,IT TAKE YOU INTO A REAL SPRITUAL RIDE!!!!!!!!
I love this book, it pulled me in and held me me very strongly. I will have a hard time waiting for the next one. It is a good story. It also contains a great deal of inspirational truth that is not preachy, but more hunger inducing. I found this book by accident, but after this read I can say I am a fan of the authors and will undoubtedly read all that he has written.
Good read. Makes one think about our own spiritual life. Good and evil waring with the demons wanting to overcome those with strong spirituality.
This was a great book. I really enjoyed reading it. I cant wait to get some more of his books. They are fiction but really makes you think. I cant recommed this enough. you wont be sorry if you get this.
Great concept and interesting read, Wish there was a bit more depth to the characters, When the book ended I found myself wanting more from the story,
I can't praise this book enough, a fantastic read that has you asking yourself questions all the time about your own spiritual journey. It will challenge you to think out of the box.
If you are a fan of the book This Present Darkness by Frank Peretti you might enjoy this book. This will be a series. Christian story line but even a non Christian would enjoy. Would rate this book for teens & adults. enjoyed reading.