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death of half the world's population since the Rapture, nothing was as it once
had been.
An ominous foreboding settled over the house. Tempers were short, nerves raw.
The baby was walking now and talking a bit, proving to be the only
entertaining diversion. But Kenny was also cranky in the heat, and even Tsion
had been known to leave the room when he fussed and Chloe wasn't quick enough
to mollify him.
If the Rapture had brought a collective global wail over the loss of loved
ones and all children, and the great wrath of the Lamb earthquake had changed
where people lived and how they moved about, the judgments since had been even
worse. The temporary darkening of the sun, moon, and stars, the scorching of a
third of the earth, the poisoning of a third of the water, and now the slaying
of more than a billion people . . . well, Rayford thought, it was a wonder
anyone remained sane.
Maybe they hadn't. Maybe they had all gone mad. Rayford entertained thoughts
he knew were ludicrous. Might he still wake up beside his precious but
neglected and unappreciated wife Irene, with Raymie down the hall, only
twelve, Rayford still with time to become the husband and father he should
have been? Had this all been a Scrooge-type dream giving him a glimpse of what
life would be like if he didn't change his ways?
Could he wake up a new man, ready to give his life to God, to be the right
kind of influence on his daughter, his wife, his son?
It was possible, wasn't it? Couldn't it still have been simply the worst
imaginable nightmare? Rayford knew his finite brain had not been programmed to
assimilate everything he had been through. He never again wanted to catalog
all he had seen, all he had lost. It had been more than a mortal could endure,
and yet here he was.
The world had been invited to the Global Gala a month hence in Jerusalem. How
dare Carpathia do it? How dare he deem it acceptable to celebrate when more
people had been slain in the latest plague than had been raptured three and a
half years before?
Tsion warned his audience not to go, to not be tempted by the prophecies that
pointed to that date as the downfall of the one-world faith, the due time for
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the two witnesses, and the death of even Carpathia himself. Though he lived in
the same house, like everyone else who resided there, Rayford also read
Tsion's missives each day. On the subject of the despicable Global Gala, Tsion
had written:
Strangely, I have been invited as an  international statesman. All has been
forgiven, amnesty declared for dissidents, our security guaranteed. Well, dear
loved ones, friends, and brothers and sisters in Christ, I shall not attend.
An earthquake is prophesied that will wipe out a tenth of that city. I do not
fear for my own well-
being, as my future is secure" is yours if you have trusted Christ for
as
forgiveness and eternal life.
But I do not choose to personally witness even such unique, historic events
when it is clear by their very nature that Satan himself will make his
presence felt. My own family was butchered in retaliation for my  sin of
going public with my belief that
Jesus is the long-sought Messiah. During my flight from my homeland and even
all the way to where I am exiled, I was oppressed by the awful presence of the
author of death.
Death will be in the air in Jerusalem next month, my friends, regardless how
the event is packaged and sold to the world. It is an outrage that a festival
is the excuse given to bring these parties together. On the one hand the
so-called world potentate decrees an end to sacrifices and offerings in the
temple, because they violate the tenets of tolerance espoused by the Enigma
Babylon One World Faith. On the other he aims to celebrate the agreement
between the Global Community and Israel. How do these figure together? While
it is true he has intimidated the impotent world and kept potential enemies
from attacking Israel, he tramples upon her centuries-old traditions and
betrays her heritage and religious autonomy.
Like the rest of the world, I will follow the proceedings on the Internet or
on television. But no, dear ones, I shall not accept the invitation to attend.
This event portends the second half of the Tribulation, called the Great
Tribulation, which will make these horrific days seem languorous.
Even the GC-controlled news media can no longer sugarcoat what we know to be
true. Crime and sin are beyond control. The necessities of life are in short
supply due to lack of a workforce and ways to manufacture and distribute them.
Yet there is not a neighborhood on earth that does not have a brothel, a
seance and fortune-
telling parlor, or a pagan temple expressly for worshiping idols. Life is
cheap, and our fellow citizens die every day as marauders loot their homes and
businesses and persons. There are not enough Peacekeepers still alive to do
police work, and the ones who are on the job are either overwhelmed or
corrupt.
With people simply gone from every walk of life, it is amazing what continues
to flourish. New movies and television programming are virtually nonexistent,
but there is no shortage of pornography and perversion on the hundreds of
channels still available to anyone with a receiver.
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