OPERATION WRATH OF GOD, Chapter 16

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All Bible quotations, unless otherwise stated or referenced, are taken from the online World English Bible (WEB), which is in the public domain. It is available at the following link: https://ebible.org/eng-web/index.htm. Sometimes I paraphrase the Bible and when I do so, I reference the chapter and verse. Direct quotations from the WEB are indicated by quotation marks. English language Bibles are translated from Hebrew and Greek manuscripts. I am no linguist, and I don’t know any linguists, so I have had to rely on others’ translations and romanizations of the Hebrew and Greek texts. Occasionally, I have examined the original Hebrew and Greek of the Bible, zeroing in on key words where the received English translation is debatable or misses the full meaning of the original. To clarify, the WEB refers to the Antichrist, the beasts, and the False Prophet, but makes no reference to any ‘Khan’ or ‘Lavani’, which are names for the Antichrist and the False Prophet given for the purposes of this book.

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Chapter 16: The Cavalry

They heard them, before they saw them.

The sonic boom of the saints flying in excess of Mach 1. The elect ripped through the sky with a sound like God tearing a giant scroll.

One of the Iraqi soldiers surrounding Joel pointed to the sky. His mouth fell open. Joel looked, too.

There were what appeared to be men and women flying in with the clouds, glowing with radiant light, soaring at terrifying speeds. The legions of angels were flying with them on their white horses.

Then their pace slowed, and they touched down on the Mount of Olives. The ten men around Joel were seized by a sudden panic terror. This was the Messiah coming to save Jerusalem from the armies of the nations, exactly as the Hebrew scriptures prophesied (Joel 3; Zechariah 14). That meant their man, Khan, was no Messiah at all. It meant he was Antichrist, because he had pretended to be the Messiah, and had persecuted God’s people (Daniel 7:21). All their conviction, all their hatred, melted away like summer snow. They were stunned. Terrified. They realised they had been deceived.

Joel and Ethud were not totally surprised, nor were they terrified, because both of them believed in prophecy. But to see it unfolding before your very eyes was something else entirely. Even so, they believed that God was here to save them, their morale received a massive boost, and they felt a tremendous strength rising within them. They capitalized on their enemy’s shock and panic. Joel stabbed one enemy fighter in the gut, piercing him through. Ethud swung his sword like a baseball bat and took a man’s head clean off. On the backswing, he hacked into another enemy’s deltoid and kicked him in the groin. The enemy bent double. Ethud screamed and decapitated him with an executioner’s swing. ‘He who is feeble among them at that day will be like David’ (Zechariah 12:8).

The others lost heart and ran. Joel and Ethud looked at one another; then they chased the enemy through the plaza and onto the street. The civilians who had been hiding in their homes or were being tortured at the hands of the enemy were now rising up and taking their weapons. The enemy were also afflicted by a worsening of the sores, which now riddled their hands and feet, making it hard to fire a gun or swing a sword or even to run. They were no longer merely a worrying blow to the troops’ vanity, they were now a major operational hindrance. Fever and dysentery broke out among the Olive Branch soldiery. Many were tripping and falling and being stabbed to death by their erstwhile victims.

Then Joel saw a whole company of Lebanese mercenaries running south, and he realised they had been ordered to take up positions in the Valley of Kidron.

While some fled, the more stubborn and doughty Olive Branch soldiers remained and tried to hold the city. A platoon of Iranian soldiers took cover behind parked cars and opened fire on the Jerusalemites, mowing them down. Joel and Ethud were forced to take cover inside a shop. The windows were shattered by gunfire. The battle wasn’t over yet.

Azim and Amir took up their positions in the Kidron Valley, alongside the other divisions from all the nations of Khan’s alliance. More enemy soldiers were arriving by horse, mule and camel due to the fuel shortage. The Antichrist had decided to prioritise Jesus and his army over the Jerusalemites, since the heavenly host was obviously the greater threat.

Nonetheless, Khan now found himself fighting a battle on two fronts, with sick and unreliable soldiers.

The beastbots were out of service: Jesus had disabled them all with a word from his mouth. They were to be seen on the streets standing bent at the waist, their arms hanging loose, having simply powered down.The elect and the angels flew directly into the battle from the Mount of Olives. They poured down the hill, a living stream of light and white horses wreathed in luminous cloud. Their charge was breathtakingly magnificent. The enemy were blinded by the light. A large number of them were unable to open fire because of sheer terror and awe. The weeping sores on their hands and fingers also made their gunfire inaccurate. This was compounded by the general scarcity of ammunition, which had been wasted fighting the resistance and killing civilians during the sack. Consequently, there were more of Khan’s soldiers drawing their swords than pulling triggers. The trappings of modern warfare had been stripped away by God. The enemy had been reduced to fighting what was effectively an ancient Davidic battle, sword against sword, cavalry against cavalry, hand against hand.

The arms of the thin young conscript next to Azim were covered in massive sores and boils. A puddle of urine appeared around his shoes. He had wet himself.  The legs of the bearded soldier in front of Amir were shaking uncontrollably. Violent coughing broke out all around the undercover operators. Another man in the front ranks was firing wildly, unable to aim properly because of the sores on his hands. Then he ran out of ammunition. The horses, camels and mules took fright and bolted with the enemy’s remaining supplies and ammunition. The Olive Branch riders fell off their animals, and the animals bucked their riders. Those animals that did not bolt, were afflicted by pestilence so that they whinnied and neighed and moaned and keeled over onto their sides, dead and riddled with boils (Zechariah 14:15).

Jesus, the saints and the angels smashed into the front ranks of the enemy, cutting them down with sword and spear and trampling them beneath the hooves of their white horses. The swords of the saints were as long as a man, made from unbreakable heavenly silver. The mighty angels were hurling fireballs at the enemy from above, and the soldiers of the beast’s alliance were being roasted alive. Pretty soon, they began to desert, regardless of their orders and their implants.

Amidst the chaos, Amir said to Azim, ‘Jesus is here, like the Bible said all along. He is going to win this battle. We need to be on the right side of this or we will be killed along with the enemy. Jesus won’t be deceived by our uniforms, but our actions will determine how he judges us.’

‘But…Jesus is not supposed to fight here…’ Azim said.

‘Look at him!’ Amir said, pointing to the shining figure thundering past them on a majestic white horse (Revelation 19:11), cutting a swath through Khan’s armies, directing his saints and angels like a general. ‘Whoever you think that is, do you want him to be with you – or against you?’

Azim nodded.

Amir levelled the SVD and opened fire on the man to his right. Unlike many of Khan’s soldiers, he had conserved his ammo during the sack. He had a full magazine left and used it to cut down a whole row of infantrymen. Azim did the same to the men behind them. He shot many of them in the back, because they were running away from the battlefield. Three – five – ten fell under the hail of bullets.

Suddenly, the beastbots and drones reactivated and started firing their weapons at the Antichrist’s forces, cutting them down. The drones’ missiles fired, blowing up whole crowds of the enemy in pink clouds of torn limbs as they struggled to flee, regroup or return fire. The presence of two uniformed Iraqi soldiers shooting at other Iraqi soldiers and the Sacred Guard, combined with the general atmosphere of confusion and chaos, and the ‘defection’ of the robots and drones, created utter disarray in the ranks of the enemy, destroying any last vestiges of trust and morale and camaraderie in the armies of the beast, armies of rival nations glued together only by their shared hatred and their terror of one man. One man who had taken the field against almighty God. Nobody rated his chances highly at this point. His minions turned on each other (Zechariah 14:12–15), hacking at one another with their swords, stabbing at each other with their daggers and strangling one another with their bare hands, grappling like Cain and Abel in the field. Some of them wanted to curry favour with Jesus now they could see him mounted on the ridge, but it was too late. It was too late.

John was in the thick of the fighting. As the Prince of Israel, he felt it was his duty and, in any case, it required no great courage ­– he was immortal now. He swung his giant sword and cut down a swathe of enemy soldiers. One man was literally cut in half.  Another lost his leg. More enemy approached from his left. John spoke the word: ‘die!’. His voice was like thunder and it carried the force of a sword. All of the enemy on his left-hand side were cast into the air. They crushed the back ranks with their falling bodies. Then John felt something in his stomach. He looked down and saw a blade sticking out of his navel. There was no pain. In fact, he may not have noticed if he hadn’t looked down. The sword pulled out of his flesh, but there was no blood on it. John turned around to face his would-be slayer, a small moustachioed man in the black paramilitary uniform of the Sacred Guard. He was utterly terrified. John told the man to ‘drop dead’ and he did exactly that, his skull was crushed as if by the hand of some invisible giant, and the corpse was flung at the men behind him, knocking them down like bowling pins. John checked his stomach. There wasn’t even a scratch. He felt zero pain, and zero fear, and his body still shone with that indestructible divine light. He felt great. He proceeded to chase the enemy and cut into them with his sword. His roar was like thunder on the plains.

Some of the soldiers in front of him escaped his blade, but when they drew too close, their eyes melted away in their sockets, and their flesh sloughed away from their bones and their bones were turned to liquid, and they were reduced to a puddle of lumpy stew on the ground covered in sodden rags. Not all were so afflicted, but this was the fate of many who stood in the way of Jesus and his elect. A riderless horse streaked with blood ran wild amidst the enemy, flattening them, its eyes mad with fear.

Jesus was charging through the ranks of the enemy on his horse, going back and forth like a farmer harvesting his crops or a vintner treading his winepress (Revelation 19:5), leaving rows of corpses in his wake. He stopped atop the Mount of Olives and dismounted.

There was a deep rumbling noise. Three fast moving shapes were hurtling across the sky, towards the battlefield. Amir recognised them as F-14’s. Khan must have been able to scramble them from underground hangars and an improvised runway in some far-flung corner of his empire. Two of the fighter jets fired missiles at the heavenly host. With a flick of his wrist, Jesus returned the projectiles to sender and the planes went up in bright orange fireballs, crash-landing amidst the beast’s soldiers with even louder detonations. The third and final F-14 shot overhead and circled around ready for a strafing run. Jesus extended his arm and flicked his fingers down to the ground, as if swatting a fly. The fighter jet’s engines gave out, the chassis started falling apart and the aircraft went thundering into a battalion of Sacred Guardsmen at 500 miles per hour, blowing the secret police to pieces and scraping through them like a flaming plough. Then the aircraft exploded with a colossal ripping bang, sending enemy body parts and shrapnel flying in all directions as the tongue of flame licked the sky.

Jesus thrust his sword into the ground on the Mount of Olives. Then came a harsh roaring sound, like a passenger plane coming in to land. There was a sudden jolt, and the ground gave way beneath John – he stumbled a little, then simply levitated a few feet above the earth. The enemy all lost their footing and fell over. It was as if the earth was Noah’s Ark being tossed about by a stormy sea.

A huge gaping chasm appeared in the ground from the Mount of Olives down the Kidron Valley and the Valley of Hinnom to the edge of the old city. Many enemy soldiers fell right into the gaping maw of the earth and their bones were crushed between the gnashing rocks of the abyss. Magma rose to the surface in the Valley of Hinnom, oozing through the cracks in the ground. The Mount of Olives was split in two, the walls of the Temple Mount were broken, and the houses of the city collapsed. The enemy tried to run away from this huge chasm in the earth. The east gate, leading from the old city walls of Jerusalem to the Kidron Valley, cracked apart and was thereby unsealed.

Joel watched as a beastbot passed him by and beat a Sacred Guardsman with his fists, pounding him into the ground and audibly breaking bones with each hammer blow. Then the bot shot another fleeing guardsman in the back with his chest-mounted gun, while Joel stalked the street, stabbing Khan’s wounded soldiers, those reeling from the plagues, burned by the fireballs, smitten by the hailstones, ravaged by boils, struck torpid by fever, slashed by their comrades, and terrified by the manifestation of the Lord.

An angel flying above the Jerusalem battlefield cried, ‘you shall flee, just as you fled before the earthquake in the days of Uzziah the king of Judah.’ (Zechariah 14:5).

While Joel was stabbing a febrile Sacred Guard soldier, Ethud yelled, ‘Come on Joel, you heard the angel. We need to leave the city now! Let’s go!’

Joel was snapped out of his violent trance. He left the bleeding secret policeman on the pavement and ran after Ethud. The earth lurched beneath him, but he kept his footing. He crunched over the broken glass of shattered shop windows, running hell for leather at the rear of the crowds fleeing the city. An old woman stumbled ahead of him. Joel yanked her upright and dragged her along with him, screaming. As they passed beneath the bullet-scarred city gate, dust and rocks fell on their heads and shoulders. Joel kept running and pulling the old lady along and the gate crumbled behind them. He tore down the hillside, passing the cemeteries and the archaeological sites and running over the grass of the Kidron Valley. Joel saw the newly created valley which cleft the Mount of Olives in two and the dazzling figure of Jesus on the eastern hill, surrounded by his angelic cavalry. Many of the people of Jerusalem who had been fighting the Antichrist’s forces in the city were able to run down this newly created valley and flee to safety behind the lines of the heavenly host.

When Joel reached the shelter of the valley, the giant crack spread from Hinnom to the Armenian quarter. The buildings of the city crumbled behind him as the earth rumbled and rose in their midst.

Elsewhere, the earthquake was more severe. It triggered vast tsunamis in the oceans of the world not seen since the time of Noah, even the time of the flood. The smouldering embers of Babylon in her ruin were doused by waves from the Persian Gulf (Revelation 16:19), the tower came crashing down, and the navy of the beast in the Mediterranean was swallowed up, the ships overturned and flooded, and the cities of the nations were destroyed (Revelation 16:19), and millions upon millions died. ‘Every island fled away and the mountains were not found’ (Revelation 16:20).

Jesus mounted his white horse again and stormed down from the Mount of Olives, leading another cavalry charge of angels. An implacable tsunami of light, the heavenly host swept all before them, trampling the enemy beneath their hooves, punching through them, and cutting them down with their swords. All those whose insolence bade them take up arms against Jesus simply melted away screaming in blood when they touched the shimmering cloud of his glory. This is why they call him ‘Yahweh of Armies’ (Psalm 46:7), Amir reflected.

The Lord rode uphill to the eastern wall of the Temple Mount. John saw him riding alone and levitated above the fray, over the heads of the living and the bodies of the fallen, until he landed on his feet just behind the white horse, and had the privilege of witnessing the moment when Jesus entered the broken gate, the east gate, through which he had last entered on a donkey under different circumstances (Zechariah 9:9; Mark 11; Matthew 21).

John followed him through the gate at a respectful distance, as it is written of the Prince of Israel (Ezekiel 44:3), but Jesus did not yet acknowledge his presence. The Lord had unfinished business to take care of first. A final reckoning.

Jesus dismounted his white horse and approached the temple on foot, unhurriedly. The temple’s walls were crumbling. The temple itself had a giant crack running down the middle of the stonework. The outer wall of the outer court lay in ruins. The portico collapsed. The pillars had fallen and crumbled. It looked like the ruins of the Roman forum.

Jesus walked slowly through a breach in the wall of the Women’s Court and through the gate of Nicanor. He had waited centuries for this moment; he wasn’t going to rush now. He was approaching the temple edifice, which remained intact despite the earthquakes. John stopped just shy of the inner court and watched. In the Book of Ezekiel, the prince did not enter the Holy of Holies.Jesus entered the Holy Place. There he saw the Antichrist, Malik Khan, cowering behind the gigantic statue of himself in the Holy of Holies with the replica ark before him.[i] He was trembling in terror. The False Prophet Lavani peeped timidly over the Altar of Incense.

‘The False Christ. And his False Prophet. You know your punishment,’ Jesus said. His voice was like ice falling from a glacier and his countenance was terrible to behold.

Faced with the awesome splendour of Jesus in his wrath, Khan pointed at Lavani and said, ‘It was his fault! He called me the Messiah! I just went along with it!’ Then he took his dagger from his belt, ran forward and stabbed the False Prophet in the back. Lavani lay on the floor of the temple, bleeding beside the altar. The False Prophet, with his dying breath, cursed the Antichirst as a fraud, and pleaded with Christ: ‘Lord. Forgive me!’

‘No.’

Lavani perished in despair.

Khan was covered in dust and the blood of his False Prophet. His robes were ragged. His crown had fallen from his head when he was frenziedly stabbing Lavani. His eyes were haunted. He looked like he hadn’t slept in years. He dropped to his knees and begged Christ through a stream of involuntary tears. In the presence of truth, falsehood quivers in terror. ‘Lord, you are the true Messiah, the Son of God. The true anointed king. I see that now. Please, spare me. Have mercy on me, wretched sinner that I am. I can help you to rebuild. I can help you to govern. There will be many you must kill in the judgement. Such a necessary yet distasteful task – it is beneath you. Allow me to be your executioner. That, I can do.’ Khan’s voice lacked all conviction.

The Lord was unimpressed. His grey eyes were piercing and unbelievably bright. His robe was completely red with the blood of his enemies. Kahn could not look Jesus in the eye. The Antichrist knew his fate. He always had. It was written.

Jesus said: ‘Be gone, Satan! The time of your dominion is at an end. The kingdom of the world has become the Kingdom of God.’[ii]

A look of abject terror filled Khan’s bagged eyes. He gasped, ‘No! No!’ Then he doubled over, struck by a sharp pain in his bowels. He groaned. There was a deep gurgling noise that even John heard from his position on the threshold of the inner court. Khan groaned and moaned and begged for mercy. He staggered towards Jesus and grasped for the hem of his reddened garment in the forlorn hope it would cure him, as it had the woman with an issue of blood (Matthew 9:20). Khan collapsed face first before he got there. He fell like a bag of bricks. His bowels burst open on the floor of the temple, beside the altar of incense.

Jesus roared with rage and physically laid hold of the statue of Khan and brought it down on the dying Antichrist, as he had overturned the tables of the money changers. The statue shattered and broke Khan’s bones ‘in pieces’ (Daniel 2:34). The tyrant took one last histrionic breath, exaggerating his suffering, an actor to the end. He croaked: ‘What an artist dies in me…’[iii] And with that, the abomination of desolation was brought to an end, 1290 days after it was established in the Kodesh Kodashim.[iv]

But the reckoning was not over. Khan’s corpse was filled with a wriggling lump, like a python that has swallowed a deer. A tall, ethereal figure came crawling out of Khan’s mouth, tearing the throat, breaking the jaw and ripping open the face of his host. A blond fallen angel, wearing his blackened armour, with huge crimson wings. His whole body was soaked with the blood of the Antichrist. He hissed at Jesus like a viper.

Jesus moved towards him. Satan didn’t look so sure of himself anymore. He looked for an exit, but there was no way around Jesus. The Lord kept coming. He wrestled with Satan and did violence against him and overcame him, forcing him to the ground face first (Genesis 3:15), twisting his arm and laying on him and tying him with great shackles. The archangels Michael and Raphael walked past John and into the Holy of Holies. John did not hear them coming. As he was carried off to Gehenna by the archangels, Satan’s parting words to Jesus were, ‘they loved me, you know. More than they loved you.’

Jesus replied: ‘Not all of them.’‘Most of them,’ came the snarling retort, accompanied by a hideous grin.

As Satan and the archangels approached the threshold of the inner sanctum, Jesus said: ‘Why do you think I suffered you to continue for so long?’

Then the realisation dawned on Satan. His head slumped, and his face fell.

John watched as Satan was carried off scowling by the two magnificent archangels.

In a voice of thunder, The Prince of the Promised Land called the glorified elect to be gathered there on the new Zion, as it was foretold in the Revelation (14:1). The Temple Mount was now part of a vast 50 square mile plateau, extending to the north and the west (Ezekiel 48), covered in churned earth and the ruins of the old Jerusalem. John saw his mother stood on Zion in her white robes and ran over to her. They hugged. Tears streamed down his face.

‘We did it, John,’ she said. ‘We did it.’

As he looked over her shoulder, John saw the Lord staring right at him. Few others dared to approach Jesus, preferring to thank and praise him from a distance. The Lord accepted these compliments graciously. John ran right up to Jesus and flung his arms around him. The Lord returned his embrace.

‘Father,’ John said, crying like a child.

‘My son,’ said Jesus.

‘I remained until you came. I waited centuries for you.’

‘Yes, you were a good servant. But your service is far from over.’

Then the Lord made an announcement in a strong, clear voice: ‘Matthew, Andrew, Mark, Luke, Paul, Bartholomew, Thaddeus, Phillip, James, Thomas and Simon, who was known as the zealot. Step forward!’

One by one, they did as he asked. The apostles were mostly Middle Eastern in appearance. All were glorified. Beneath the radiance, most of them looked exactly as they did in the holy land, all those years ago. James was indeed John’s brother, who had been assassinated.

John was not surprised at the absence of Peter and Judas: Peter remained in heaven, as John had remained on earth, so that neither heaven nor earth was without an apostle. The twelve looked to the Lord, and to one another, those dearly beloved faces of a bygone era, of a different life, and they grinned and cried and embraced. John made straight for his brother James.

‘Behold, Israel and Judah’, Jesus declared, ‘these are your princes. The princes of the twelve tribes of Israel!’ The walls of the Temple Mount had crumbled, so that all of Judah that had fled down the valley could see Jesus and his apostles reunited on Zion.

‘My princes have been working on my behalf to spread the gospel, as they did in ancient times.’

The people and the elect applauded them. Amy was among their number. John saw her and recognised her, though they had never met.

‘And this is my son, whom I have hidden from the world, as my knowledge was hidden. Behold, the Prince of Israel,’ Jesus said, raising John’s hand in the air like a referee with a victorious boxer.

John received his applause through a veil of tears. He turned to Jesus and said, ‘thank you.’ The Lord smiled and nodded benignly. After labouring in the shadows down the corridor of the centuries, through the cold winter of a darkening age, he had at last been brought into the light. Staring out over his people gathered in the Kidron Valley and the Mount of Olives, over a million of them, all acclaiming him as their prince, all of the pain and suffering of his life, all of the rejection, was totally vindicated. It was vindicated because it led here.

 ‘And your Messiah, the Son of God, Yahweh himself, by whose mercy we stand here today!’ cried John, in a strong voice.

A thunderous round of applause. The people were chanting Jesus’ name.

A sudden shaft of sunlight rested on Mount Zion, bathing them all in a glorious glow. It was a bright red sunset.

‘It will come to pass that evening time, there will be light,’ Jesus said.[v]

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[i] ‘…on the wing of abominations will come one who makes desolate.’ Daniel 9:27; traditionally, the only wings in a Jewish temple are the wings of the cherubim on top of the Ark of the Covenant, where the presence of God once manifested (Exodus 25:21–22; Hebrews 9:5).

[ii] ‘The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and his Christ.’ (Revelation 11:15).

[iii] Nero’s last words. Suetonius. Twelve Caesars.

[iv] Kodesh Kodashim is Hebrew for Holy of Holies, the inner sanctum of the temple.

[v] Zechariah 14:7.