Glorious Appearing: The End Of Days (21 page)

“He used my name,” a young man said.

“He called me by name,” a woman said.

“Me too.”

“Me too.”

Rayford sat in the middle of the carnage surrounding Petra, his heart bursting, the love and adoration he felt for Jesus coming right back at him from the clouds. Christ had called him by name, and as Rayford gazed at Him he had the feeling that it was true that the very hairs on his head were numbered, that Jesus knew everything there was to know about him. It was as if He had returned just for Rayford.

“Ray, this’s Mac.”

“Yeah, Mac.”

“You’re not goin’ to believe this, but—”

“I know.”

“You too?”

“Everybody, I think, Mac.”

“Incredible.”

Even knowing that the same phenomenon had happened to others, Rayford longed to hear Jesus say his name again. It came with such love, compassion, and knowledge that it was as if no one had ever uttered it before or would again.

“Rayford—” there it was again—”you know My grace, that though I was rich, yet for your sake I became poor, that you through My poverty might become rich.”

“I know, Lord,” Rayford said, tears streaming. “I know. ”

“I have delivered you from the power of darkness and conveyed you into the kingdom of the Son of God’s love, in whom you have redemption through My blood, the forgiveness of sins. I am the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.

“For by Me all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Me and for Me. And I am before all things, and in Me all things consist.

“I am the head of the body, the church, the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all things I may have the preeminence. For it pleased the Father that in Me all the fullness should dwell, and by Me to reconcile all things to Himself, whether things on earth or things in heaven, having made peace through the blood of My cross.”

Again Rayford slid to the ground, raising his arms. “My Lord and my God, I am so unworthy. ”

“And you, Rayford, who once were alienated and an enemy in your mind by wicked works, yet now I have reconciled in the body of My flesh through death, to present you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in God’s sight.”

“Unworthy, unworthy!” Rayford cried.

“Justified by faith,” Jesus said. “Justified. ”

It seemed to Abdullah that all in Petra were on their faces and yet still somehow able to see Christ. And when the Savior had called Abdullah by name, he could tell from the response around him that Jesus had called each person by their own name. Even better, Jesus had spoken to Abdullah in his native Arabic.

Kenny shouted, “He knows me!”

And Beth Ann wrapped her arms around George’s neck and squealed, “He said my name!”

From that moment, Abdullah heard everyone conversing with Jesus as if He were speaking to each of them alone.

MAC
LOOKED
DOWN
on Bozrah, the modern-day Jordanian city of Buseirah. It lay thirty miles southeast of the Dead Sea and about twenty miles north of Petra. He told Rayford, “It’s a remote village in the mountains here, and access is gonna be difficult.”

“Especially if the Lord doesn’t want the Unity Army to get there safely.”

“And He doesn’t.”

“Mac, didn’t Chaim say the remnant is supposed to go with Jesus to Jerusalem?”

“I believe so.”

“How’re we going to get a million people sixty miles in one day? We don’t have enough vehicles or planes. ”

“I don’t guess it’s our problem, Ray.”

“So the question remains.”

“Look up, brother. Look up. Hey, you’re not gonna try to chase Nicolae all the way to Jerusalem on that little buggy, are ya?”

“I’ve been reconsidering that, Mac.”

“I’ve been in touch with Chang and Lionel. I don’t want to be this far from the action myself. What say we get back to Petra and commandeer us a Hummer?”

“We’d better hurry. I don’t want to miss what happens in Bozrah. ”

“You’re drivin’, Ray. ”

“No you don’t. You’re driving. ”

“Let’s get Smitty. He loves to drive. Plus I’ll bet he’d love to be along. ”

By the time Rayford had scooted back up to Petra, Mac had already landed the chopper and found Abdullah. The three embraced. “What do you call it again, ” Abdullah said, “when someone states the obvious?”

“I call it statin’ the obvious, ” Mac said. “And it’s usually done by a Jordanian. You about to state some-thin’ obvious, Smitty?”

“I am, sir. ”

“Well, let’er fly. ”

“This is the greatest day of my life. How about you?”

Chaim was nearly overrun with people peppering him with questions. He wanted to give them his full attention, but how could he with his Savior in the clouds?

The people were preoccupied with Jesus too, of course, but until they could talk with Him face-to-face, they asked Chaim for answers while looking past him into the heavens.

“Why are the saints behind Him wearing white? To signify their purity?”

“I believe so, ” Chaim said. “And also because they are not really going to be involved in the war at all. Jesus will do all the work, and the battles—three more following this one—will not really be battles at all, but rather one-sided slaughters. ”

Rayford longed to see Kenny, but he didn’t want to upset him by then pulling away again so quickly. He also wanted to talk to Priscilla Sebastian about how she planned on keeping the kids, her daughter and his grandson, from seeing the horror outside the walls. Abdullah assured him that Kenny was fine for now— he was as enamored of Jesus as they all were—and that Priscilla indeed had a plan.

The million-strong in Petra had fallen far out of their original formation by now and were milling about, most with their necks craned toward the sky but somehow also intuitively migrating toward the exits. They knew they were to be delivered by Jesus, not just from the attack of Antichrist, but back to their homeland, their home city, the City of God, Jerusalem.

“Are we free?” someone asked Enoch.

“I think we are, ” he said. “No way the Lord will allow Antichrist’s forces to kill us for not having the mark of loyalty, now that He is here and is to rule the nations. Even ours. ”

“How will God do that from over there?”

“I have no idea, ” Enoch said. “But after today, I will simply believe it, won’t you?”

“That’s in the Bible, Jesus rulin’ the nations?”

“It is. Revelation 12: 5 says, ‘She bore a male Child who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron. And her Child was caught up to God and His throne. ‘ That’s Jesus. And He’s here now. That rod of iron sounds like He’s going to take no baloney from anybody, doesn’t it?”

“I heard that. ”

“Then I think we’re free to live and move about without fear, ” Enoch said.

“I’m gonna fear a little for a while, but that sure sounds good to me.”

The only downside of having Abdullah drive the Hummer was that Rayford would have to trade off with Mac for the privilege of riding shotgun. That transported him back to college when he and his fraternity brothers would compete to call the favored seat, sometimes as much as twenty-four hours before a trip. That also reminded him how far he had been from being a believer back then. Had someone predicted where he would be thirty years later and painted this scene, Rayford would have laughed in his face.

The tight, compact, stiff-riding Hummer made its way out of the city under Abdullah’s careful control. Tens of thousands of pilgrims filled the pathways and stone stairways, walking arm in arm, hand in hand, singing, praying, praising God, and gazing at Jesus in the sky.

“This had to be what the Exodus looked like,” Abdullah said.

Mac laughed long and loud. “You know,” Abdullah added, “the original one. The children of Israel leaving Egypt. ”

“I know what the Exodus is, Smitty!” Mac said. “You think those people were happy then?”

“Well, no, I guess not. And they would have had children older than seven too, wouldn’t they?”

Finally outside Petra, Rayford was impressed that Abdullah was able to find stretches where he could reach speeds of more than sixty miles an hour. Most of the time he had to be careful of rocks and ruts and craters from the meteorites, and he slowly found ways around the carcasses of horses and soldiers. But clearly he was a man on a mission, wanting to get to Bozrah soon after Carpathia did. And from what Rayford had seen of where the former potentate’s convoy had stalled, he thought Smitty might just get them there first.

About four miles from Petra and flying along before a huge cloud of dust, the three of them rolled down their windows and gazed into the clouds when Jesus began speaking again.

“I will surely assemble all of you, O Jacob, I will surely gather the remnant of Israel; I will put them together like sheep of the fold, like a flock in the midst of their pasture; they shall make a loud noise because of so many people.

“I am the One who breaks open, and I will come up before you. You will break out of the city of refuge, pass through the gate, and go out by it. I, your King, will pass before you. I, the Lord, will be at your head. ”

“He’s going to lead the people to Bozrah, ” Abdullah said.

“Statin’ the obvious again, Smitty, ” Mac said.

But within minutes, Rayford and the others understood Jesus’ plan. “Look behind us, ” Abdullah said.

Abdullah was in a particularly slow patch, carefully picking his way through numerous obstacles, but still a great dust cloud followed them.

“What’s that?” Mac said.

“No idea, ” Rayford said, studying it and becoming alarmed. Something was gaining on them. Something huge and ominous.

Seconds later Abdullah found a smooth stretch and hit the accelerator. Soon they were hurtling along at more than seventy miles an hour. Still the great dust ball caught and overcame them, and the three quickly rolled up their windows. The ground trembled and the wind shook the Hummer.

“It’s people!” Rayford shouted above the din. “It’s the remnant!”

“They’re following the Lord!” Mac said. “Running faster than we’re driving!”

“Look at them go! Smiling, laughing, singing! Even little kids!”

“We wouldn’t have needed the car!” Abdullah said.

“Statin’ the obvious!” Mac yelled, laughing.

It had been Hannah Palemoon’s idea that the Tribulation Force try to stay together on the trek to Bozrah. She feared that with the move from Petra and the reunions of so many with loved ones, they might never be together in the same way again. No one knew how long the trip would take, and she foresaw the possibility of a very long day. All around her people had questions about how they would get all the way to Jerusalem when Bozrah itself was far enough—really too far to walk.

She didn’t care. It began as fun, and everyone was so blessed and full of gratitude, looking at Jesus and seeing Him look back, seemingly directly at each one. Leah was there, and the Sebastians with their daughter and Kenny. By staying in the middle of the huge throng, the kids were spared the ugliness of what was left in the desert. And the children seemed preoccupied with Jesus anyway. Razor was along, and Lionel, Chang and Naomi, Zeke, and the Woos.

Hannah didn’t know who first got the idea of walking faster, but suddenly a laughing and smiling group was pushing them. They stepped along as quickly as they could, then began jogging, trotting, and soon they were in a full sprint. Hannah felt light as air, and while it wasn’t that she was actually off the ground, it felt that way. Each step carried her farther and farther, and soon she was running faster than she ever had.

To her amazement, she was not out of breath. Her strength and endurance remained, and so, apparently, did that of the old and the young alike. Ahead, George Sebastian ran faster than she, and he was carrying Beth Ann! Priscilla kept up though carrying Kenny.

When the group caught and passed a speeding Hummer, Hannah knew they were running at miraculous, supernatural, superhuman speeds. And of all things, the kids wanted to be let down so they too could run. She passed the Sebastians as they slowed to lower the children, but within minutes they had passed her again, the kids running as fast as the adults.

Half an hour later the entire mass of a million was past the Hummer and nearing Bozrah. By the time Abdullah pulled up to a narrow entryway to the mountain village, Unity Army troops had straggled in. They looked defeated before the battle began.

What was left of their vehicles and armaments was pathetic, but Rayford was surprised how many soldiers remained alive. Several thousand horses too. He had to wonder whether any of these, who were part of the original one-third of Carpathia’s fighting force, would remain to join the others in the north.

How strange to see the entire remnant gathered again as Abdullah drove around the edges of the great crowd. The Lord and His white-clad heavenly army hovered over them, and despite the trip, everyone appeared fresh and clean and none the worse for wear. No one was even breathing heavily. Which was good, Rayford thought, because they still had another journey ahead of them, twice as far.

“Wonder where ol’ Nick is this time, ” Mac said. “We haven’t heard from him in a while, have we?”

“If I were him, ” Abdullah said, “I would leave this battle to someone else. ”

“Me too, ” Mac said. “I don’t see him anywhere. ”

Rayford directed Abdullah to a high place just northeast of the city. From there they could look down upon the remnant and out across the plains, where several hundred thousand troops were aligned and apparently ready for a fresh attack. Rayford studied the horizon through binoculars, and soon he heard radio transmissions from Carpathia’s generals.

“Standing by for your word, Excellency. ” The voice sounded weary, defeated.

There was a throat clearing. “And the southern platoons?” Carpathia’s voice.

“Ready, Supreme Potentate. ” Rayford detected a note of sarcasm.

“Ready, holiness. May we know your position?”.