They were about to
turn back to shore when they noticed an empty surfboard floating nearby.
cried Rebekah as she searched the surface for the rider.
“You look for
him on the surface, while I go underwater …. He must be somewhere
in the water!” Lev shouted. Just as everyone was seated and
fastened in, an announcement came over the radio. “Attention,
Lev Aron! Some people have climbed near the top of the Matterhorn
and they see the clouds settling in. They are requesting that you
pick them up before they get stranded. Over.”
Lev replied, “Lev
Aron, here. I see their location. How many are there? Over.”
“Four. You must
act quickly. Over”
on our way. Over and out.” “Yeah,” Jacques echoed
sullenly. “I’ve heard that unless a person is standing
on his head being miserable doing a job for someone that ought to
be doing the job himself, you become irritated, Lev.”
Tobias spoke confidently,
“We did more than our share of work and it’s time for
other people to pull their own load.”
“No, thank you,
Lev. Dinner was sufficient. I think I will turn in for the night.
Remember that the purpose of our visit is to be shared with no one
else, not even your family. You will not hear from us any further.
I will leave in the morning immediately after breakfast. Shalom.”
Lev tossed and turned
throughout the night, having the assurance that the end of the Millennium
was so near at hand. His secret commission to represent the Ancients
weighed heavily upon his thoughts.
Lev heard his instruction
center turn on. That was strange, for he remembered quite clearly
turning it off before retiring last night. It came on all by itself.
No picture was on the screen, but the voice he heard was awesome and
The next morning the
same thing happened. All information centers lit up again, and Christ
declared all industry would close down operations for one week. Everyone
traveling was to return home as soon as possible. It was a time for
families to gather together. No business, however important, was exempt.
Even air services would close down when everyone was home. Something
profound was to take place, and everyone was in a very grave mood.
“How does it
feel to be a winner?” a voice asked.
“To whom am I
speaking?” Lev inquired.
“Does it matter?”
the caller said roughly.
“Yes, it matters
to me,” Lev said. “I like to know to whom I am speaking,
if you don’t mind.”
are speaking to a loser,” was the reply.
Lev listened to the
man and thought he was hearing the footsteps of Satan.
“Lev, you must
have been a lawyer in your previous life—one that managed to
defend and exonerate the guilty,” she quipped.
“You still have
not asked my reasons for declining to join you. I see no reason for
discussing the matter any further. Shalom,” Lev said forthrightly.
Lev was willing to
be cast in the role of an ungrateful servant. Being faithful did not
require the praise of others. He knew that while they had given proper
praise to the Ancients, it was to gain credibility in the eyes of
the people seeking them to retire from office. The whole thing lacked
sincerity and the “fear of the Lord.”
August and his thousands
of protesters arrived on August 17, full of placards and enthusiastic
people eager to spread their message. Their signs read: IS IT TIME
FOR CHANGE? — SHOULDN’T YOU PREPARE REPLACEMENTS? —
WE WILL MISS YOU ANCIENTS — WHEN YOU ARE GONE WILL BE TOO LATE
— GIVE US A CHANCE TO HELP — WE WILL STILL LOVE YOU WHEN
YOU EXIT OFFICE — NO ONE IS IRREPLACEABLE — THE THOUSAND
YEARS ARE ENDED — HOW ABOUT HELPING US IN TRANSITION?
August was furious
to find he’d been outmaneuvered. He accused Lee Fairfielding
of unfair coverage of the news. He demanded to know how Lev had access
to information as to where the cameras would be located.
One morning Lev’s
phone rang loudly waking him from sound sleep. It was 2:00 a.m. What
was going on? Lev managed to rouse himself and pick up the phone.
As he cleared his throat to speak, a voice interrupted him, “Shalom.
This is Moses. I am sorry to call you at this hour, but I need to
advise you not to interfere in any way with the forthcoming protests.
Thank you.” Then there was silence.
Lev now sat on the
edge of his bed fully awake.
Both stood owl-faced.
August replied, “Thank you, Lev, this is quite a treat. I must
say you are full of surprises. First you don’t form your usual
opposition and now you’re even feeding the enemy.”
Suddenly the sky grew
very dark. The air became heavy and the hair on the people’s
heads began to prickle as though charged with electricity. It was
almost like the day of Armageddon. Silence filled the streets as their
situation became apparent.
Moses lifted up his
hands to heaven as he spoke. “Ye rebels and followers of Satan
must share in the judgment of God this day. You are being destroyed
because of your sinful and rebellious hearts. You have reached the
end of your treachery and rebellion.” There was no microphone,
but his voice was heard clearly and loudly throughout Jerusalem.
On the final day, the
Ancients all walked out of the city taking nothing with them. As they
neared the old city of Bethany, they paused for prayer and a few hugs
and farewells, and then they rose from the earth into a cloud and
disappeared, just as Jesus had done at his ascension from the Mt.
of Olives. A silence came over the earth and tears filled every eye.
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