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

MAC McCULLUM scanned the Petra perimeter with high-powered field glasses. Rayford
should have reached him by now.
Mac's watch showed 1300 hoursтАФone in the afternoon, Carpathia Time. It had to be more than a
hundred degrees Fahrenheit. Sweat ran down his neck from the grayish red hair peeking out from
under his cap, soaking his shirt. Mac detected not even a wisp of wind and wondered what his
freckled, leathery face would look like in a few days.
Without taking his eyes from the lenses, Mac unholstered his phone and punched in the
connection to Chang Wong in the computer center. "Where's Ray?"
"I was about to ask you," Chang said. "He left here forty-five minutes ago, and no one else has
seen him either."
"What do we hear from Buck?"
Mac noticed the hesitation. "Nothing new."
"Since when?"
"Uh, Rayford heard from him late this morning."
"And?"
Another beat. "Nothing to speak of."
"What're you sayin', Chang?"
"Nothing."
"I gathered. What's wrong?"
"Nothing that won't be cured in a littleтАФ"
"I don't need double-talk, buddy." Mac continued surveying the rocky slopes, feeling his pulse
quicken despite his years and experience. "If you won't tell me, I'll call him myself."
"Buck?"
"Well, who else?"
"I've tried. My sensor shows his phone inoperable."
"Turned off?"
"Unlikely, Mr. McCullum."
"Well, I should guess so. Malfunctioning? Damaged?'
"I'm hoping the former, sir."
"Global Positioning System active, at least?"
"No, sir."
Chaim Rosenzweig had not slept, and after only two light meals of manna, he expected to feel
the fatigue. But no. The best he could calculate, this was the day. He felt the swelling anticipation
in both his head and his chest.
It was as if his mind raced as his heart ached for the greatest event in the history of the cosmos.
The old man's senior advisers, a half-dozen elders, sat with him deep in the stone compound of
Petra. Eleazar Tiberius, a broad globe of a man, offered that the million-plus pilgrims under their
charge "are clearly as restless as we. Is there nothing we can tell them?"
"I have an activity in mind," Chaim said. "But what would you have me say?"
"I am newer to this than you, Rabbi, butтАФ"
 "Please," Chaim said, raising a hand. "Reserve such a title for Dr. Ben-Judah. I am merely a
student, thrust into thisтАФ"
"Nonetheless," Eleazar continued, "I sense the populace is as eager as I to know the exact
moment of Messiah's return. I mean, if it is, as you and Dr. Ben-Judah have for so long taught,
seven years from the signing of the covenant between Antichrist and Israel, does that mean it will
be to the minute? I recall the signing being at around four in the afternoon, Israel time, seven years
ago today."
Chaim smiled. "I have no idea. I do know this: God has His own economy of time. Do I believe
Messiah will return today? Yes. Will it trouble me if He does not appear until tomorrow? No. My
faith will not be shaken. But I expect Him soon."