"Tim Lahaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 12 - Glorious Appearing" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

everything good that you choose to call Him. He's the only one qualified to be our all-sufficiency. I
wonder if you know Him today."
As the preacher continued, more and more listeners stood, some raising their hands, others
shouting agreement, others nodding.
"He supplies strength for the weak. He's available for the tempted and tried. He sympathizes and
He saves. He strengthens and sustains. He guards and He guides. He heals the sick. He cleanses the
leper. He forgives the sinner. He discharges debtors. He delivers the captive. He defends the feeble.
He blesses the young. He serves the unfortunate. He regards the aged. He rewards the diligent. And
He beautifies the meek. I wonder if you know Him.
"Well, this is my king. He's the key to knowledge. He's the wellspring of wisdom. He's the
doorway of deliverance. He's the pathway of peace. He's the roadway of righteousness. He's the
highway of holiness. He's the gateway of glory. Do you know Him?
"Well, His office is manifold. His promise is sure. His life is matchless. His goodness is
limitless. His mercy is everlasting. His love never changes. His word is enough. His grace is
sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I wish I could describe
Him to you."
That elicited an ocean of laughter and more applause. The same had happened with his original
audience, and Lockridge had paused, allowing it to fade before he continued.
"He's indescribable. He's incomprehensible. He's invincible. He's irresistible. Well, you can't get
Him out of your mind. You can't get Him off of your hand. You can't outlive Him and you can't
live without Him. The Pharisees couldn't stand Him, but they found they couldn't stop Him. Pilate
couldn't find any fault in Him. Herod couldn't kill Him. Death couldn't handle Him, and the grave
couldn't hold Him. That's my king!"
Everyone was standing now, hands raised, many applauding, shouting, some dancing.
"And Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever and ever and ever! How
long is that? And ever and ever! And when you get through with all the forevers, then amen! Good
God Almighty! Amen!"
By the time Mac found himself within sight of the rocky Judean hills where Jerusalem lay
smoking in the early afternoon sun, he had begun to despair of finding Buck. If he was all right,
would he not have borrowed a phone to check in? The latest intelligence from Chang was that Buck
had reported Tsion's death to Rayford from inside the Old City.
Though the colossal armies of the worldтАФnow amalgamated into Carpathia's Global Community
Unity ArmyтАФstretched by the multimillions from north of Jerusalem to Edom, it was clear from
the air that the current major offensive focused on the Old City.

Mac looked for a place to land. He had to look like a GC officer on assignment and head on foot
to the Old City as if he knew what he was doing. In fact, he didn't have a clue. The Old City was
only a third of a mile square. And if he found Buck alive, what was he to do? Arrest him and
muscle him to the chopper? Finding Buck dead or alive, Mac decided, would be like discovering a
patch of dry ground in the Louisiana bayou.
Mac's phone chirped, and he saw it was Chang. "Give me some good news."
"Such as?"
"Such as Buck's dead phone all of a sudden started showin' his position."
"No such luck. But I do have something. Carpathia's on the rampage about the destruction of
New Babylon, and he's taking heat from all over the world."
"Heat?"
"Everybody who depended on New Babylon is crying over the loss. I'm picking up televised
reports from everywhere of leaders, diplomats, businessmenтАФyou name itтАФliterally weeping,
decrying what's become of New Babylon and their own interests. Some are committing suicide
right on camera."