Survivors by Dave Mckay (the speed reading book .TXT) 📕

Chaim walked into Kingsford Smith Airport in Sydney, on a warm Sunday afternoon in late November. He was not sure how he was going to get out of the country. He had no ticket, no passport, no visa, no money, not even any identification, and most important, no Mark. He got as far as the departure lounges without incident. Australian Immigration had ceased checking documents for departing passengers a few years earlier.

He located a flight with El Al going to Tel Aviv via Bangkok. When passengers were called to board, Chaim took his place in the queue. A woman in front of him had a seizure of some sort just as her ticket was being checked. While airline staff occupied themselves with her, Rayford slipped past the check-in desk and into the hallway that led to the plane. It was as easy as that. The flight was not heavily booked, so Chaim waited in the plane's rest room till all other passengers were seated, and then he took an unoccupied seat next to the aisle.

The plane took off for Bangkok without incident. It reached its desired altitude, and then levelled out. Chaim was thanking God for how smoothly it had all gone when a stewardess came and leaned over his seat. "We have no record of a passenger in this seat," she said quietly. "Have you moved from some other seat?"

"No, this is the only seat I've been in," Chaim responded, smiling up at the woman with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Can I see your boarding pass?" the stewardess asked.

"I'm afraid I don't have one," Chaim replied, still smiling.

The stewardess looked concerned. "Can you show me your ticket?"

"Truth is, I don't have a ticket either," Chaim answered sweetly.

"Please wait here," the stewardess said as she hurried off to get a second opinion before proceeding further.

I wonder where she thinks I would go up here, Chaim thought to himself as he waited.

In the galley, Hattie, the stewardess, pulled David, the chief steward out to where he could look down the aisle toward the rear of the plane.

"See that man in the middle aisle seat about six rows back?" Hattie whispered. "He doesn't have a ticket."

"Really?" said the steward, as if that explained everything. "See, I noticed him when he got on. Thought at the time that he looked like one of those Witness blokes. Didya see them on T.V.?"

"Oh yeah!" said Hattie, as she studied Chaim's features. Chaim noticed the two staring at him and he fluttered his fingers in a friendly wave.

"This should be interesting," David whispered as he walked back toward where Chaim was sitting.

"You're one of the Witnesses, aren't you?" David asked. "I've visited your website."

He glanced at Hattie, who encouraged him by saying, "No big deal, David. Everybody has."

"Thank you," said Chaim, who shook David's extended hand.

"So what are you doing on this plane?" David asked.

"Flying to Tel Aviv. I have some business in Jerusalem."

"But you really do need a ticket to fly."

"You must know that I can't buy a ticket without the Mark; and I don't have the Mark."

"I'll have to report this to my superiors, and they'll probably want us to turn around and take you back to Sydney. Even if they agree to let you stay on, they'll have police waiting for you in Bangkok. You do realise that, don't you?"

"Don't you think God can get me to Jerusalem?" Chaim asked as he looked up at David with his head tilted to one side?

"Well, I've heard stories... and I sure wouldn't want to get you angry!" he laughed. "But certainly you wouldn't do something dangerous here, not on the plane, would you?"

"To tell you the truth," Chaim said, as he indicated for David to bend closer so he could hear a whisper, "I really don't have much control over it. I only know moments before it happens. I figure that only God knows just how much protection I need."

"Look, what I'll do is have a talk with the Captain and then get back to you," the younger man replied.

"Thank you," Chaim smiled, and then he went back to reading the newspaper that he had been reading during take-off.

In the cockpit there was a hurried exchange of information and then a call to Sydney.

"He says that there could be a show of force," said the Captain.

Instructions came through that they should do nothing to upset Chaim, and that they should proceed on to Bangkok, where authorities would be notified.

However, a zealous airline employee in Sydney phoned Israel too, and suggested that word be sent through to the palace. By the time the plane touched down in Bangkok at 10pm local time, instructions had been changed. Chaim was to be kept on the plane for the midnight flight to Tel Aviv. A welcoming party was being arranged by the authorities at Ben Gurion Airport the following morning.

Meanwhile, someone in Tel Aviv had leaked the story to the media, and word on TV was that Chaim had hijacked the plane. Half the reporters in Israel were at the airport, along with what looked like half of the U.N.'s sizeable military presence.

When the plane finally touched down at Tel Aviv, it taxied to a domestic lounge which had been sealed off overnight. Chaim was then allowed to exit on his own, before the plane proceeded to the international terminal with the other passengers.

Chaim came through the door into the arrival lounge and blinked at the flashing cameras and bright television lights. He waved to the press, and then a U.N. official came forward, trying to look strong for the sake of the cameras, and yet trying to look non-threatening for fear of Chaim's special powers.

"I'm afraid that you are going to have to come with me," he said, as he braced for a reaction.

"Certainly," Chaim responded. He was handcuffed and led to a police paddy wagon.

He was then taken, not to the police station, but to the palace itself, in Jerusalem.

"So! At last we meet!" gloated Dangchao as Chaim was led into his throne room. Everyone else bowed on the floor before the General Secretary, while Chaim remained standing.

"Where is your partner?" Dangchao asked.

"I don't know," Chaim answered honestly.

"Maybe I should hold you here for a few days, and see if he turns up."

Chaim did not respond.

"We could have some fun with you at the Temple," he said with an evil glint in his eye.

"And God could have some fun with you," Chaim replied, with a confidence that matched that of his captor. Dangchao caught the seriousness of the threat and eased back.

"Only kidding," he said. "I just want to ask your friend some questions. We really need to work together... for the good of the whole world."

Again Chaim remained silent.

News reports stated that Chaim had been arrested and that he was being detained at the palace. Dangchao was hopeful that it would be enough to attract Rayford.

Zion Ben-Jonah Writes

Of the Great Tribulation, Jesus promised that Christians would be betrayed and killed for their faith (Luke 21:16), and then he says (in verse 18), "but there shall not a hair of your head perish." The apparent contradiction is explained when we understand, as Rayford is quoted as saying in this chapter, that "protection is not absolute".

We may die for our faith, but we will not "perish". That is the essence of "living above". There is no air-tight guarantee that we will not suffer. In fact, indications are just the opposite (II Timothy 3:12). Ultimately, our protection will be spiritual and eternal, and not necessarily temporal.

This is why a "tribulation" vision is so important for all believers, in every age. When we stop trying to escape discomfort, and start to face even death itself, we will sort ourselves out spiritually. Life for most of us today has to do with more and more comforts, more and more luxuries, and less and less preparation for death.

The Bible says of the world in Noah's day, and in the days of Sodom and Gomorrah, that they were just too busy getting married and raising families to think of the things of God; and it was because of that (and not specifically homosexuality or atheism) that God destroyed them. (Luke 17:26-30)

Even the Two Witnesses will have their limitations, as Chaim experiences in this chapter.

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23. The Rapture

It was Thursday morning before Rayford reached Jerusalem. He had taken that long to hitch-hike through Europe and the Middle East. Having heard on the way about Chaim's capture, Rayford headed straight for the palace when he arrived in the holy city.

On his journey through Europe, only two people had recognised him, and they had not presented a problem. But Rayford wasn't in Jerusalem half an hour before people started to point at him and whisper. As he walked, a crowd followed, to see what would happen. Someone phoned the media, and word was relayed to the palace, which seemed to be where Rayford was heading.

Strangely, no one dared touch, speak to, or even come close to Rayford as he walked. There was something about his gait that made those in his way immediately stand back to give him room.

When he arrived at the wide steps leading up to the palace entrance, he was faced with a huge media and military welcome. Cameras clicked and whirred as Dangchao appeared at the top of the steps, flanked by more than a dozen armed guards. Other U.N. snipers were perched at every available vantage point.

"Welcome! Welcome!" shouted Dangchao magnanimously, for the benefit of the public.

"I have come for Chaim Rosenberg!" shouted Rayford. "Bring him out here!"

"He's inside. Please come in!" Dangchao said as he walked down the steps to get closer to Rayford.

Rayford sat down on the pavement at the bottom of the steps. As his seat touched the ground a rumble suddenly shook the whole area. Everyone who was standing in the vicinity fell over, with the exception of Dangchao, who barely managed to regain his balance. Snipers fell from perches around the palace entrance, some of them seriously injured. Others picked up their weapons and scrambled quickly back to their feet.

"Bring Chaim here," Rayford said again, pointing to the ground beside where he sat. "Now!"

And another tremor sent those who had resumed standing back to the ground. This time Dangchao fell too. Some cameras being held by reporters who were wise enough to have stayed on the ground, caught pictures of the General Secretary falling spread-eagled in front of the Witness for the West. Rayford sat regally, with his legs folded in front of him.

"All right! All right!" said Dangchao, as he struggled to a more dignified lotus position, facing Rayford.

"Bring the prisoner!" he said to one of his guards, and the man hurried up the steps.

"Don't worry. You'll get your chance," Rayford said. "Very soon. But for now, you are only going to bring more trouble on yourself if you don't turn Chaim over to me."

"Shoot him!" Dangchao shouted, as loudly as he could. But at the same instant, Rayford merely breathed out and a supersonic jet of flame shot straight toward Dangchao. The Antichrist ducked at lightning speed, and missed the flame, but it split just as quickly into several different directions. Then, moving more quickly than any human could react, the various tongues of flame each sought out one of the soldiers who had a gun aimed at Rayford. They were all engulfed in flames before they had a chance to pull a trigger.

"You really shouldn't make me do that," Rayford said calmly to Dangchao.

"What are your plans?" Dangchao asked, obviously shaken. "If you will promise not to leave the city, I'll let your friend go with you."

"You'll let my friend come with me regardless," Rayford answered quietly. "But if it'll make you feel any better… we don't have plans to leave the city for the next ten days."

Just then, Chaim appeared with the guard at the top of the steps.

Dangchao had no choice but to submit to the demands of the Two Witnesses; but later that day, his spin doctors made it sound like the two men were just free on bail pending a trial. There was outrage from some that a dangerous hijacker and suspected killer should be allowed to roam free; but Dangchao insisted that everything was under control. Of course it was… except that he wasn't the one holding the controls.

For the next six days Chaim and Rayford spent most of their time in the area around the Temple Mount, where they were able to address large crowds of people. It was early December, and the weather was cold; but the Two Witnesses stayed out on the streets, sleeping in shifts. They had accumulated a few rags, bits of firewood, and other materials to insulate themselves against the cold. They kept a little campfire going overnight, on the pavement where they slept. Whichever one was not sleeping would stay awake to mind the fire; and