HOME, SWEET HEAVEN INSTALLMENT #11

Chapter Eleven

Moira woke up to words being spoken. She looked out of the cave to see Jacob conversing with a stranger who was holding a white cloth in his hand. She cleared her throat and Jacob turned to her. “Moira, meet Ibrahim,” he said. “He came up the hill from the enemy below, but he was waving a white cloth. I couldn’t shoot him.”

“I’d think not,” she replied. “Hello, Ibrahim. What can we do for you?”

“I come from the soldiers down below who are getting ready to overrun you,” he said in perfect Hebrew. “But I’m not one of them. Actually, I’m a Jew. I must remember to revert back to my real name of Moshe. I infiltrated the ranks of the Hezbollah in Lebanon as an Israeli spy three years ago. I’m coming out at this time to warn the IDF that the Russians and their cohorts, including the Iranians, are standing off their invasion to permit the Palestinians to have first blood. My unit is preparing to go in tomorrow as part of a full-scale attack on the nearest Israeli settlement. That will be only one battle of hundreds coming immediately upon Israel.”

“Thanks for your courage, Moira said. “It must have been very difficult to be so close to such animals.”

“Actually, the most difficult thing of all is the friendship with them that I’m forced to betray. They’re people just like you and me, Moira, victims of the calculated use of them by corrupt government leaders. They were forced into situations of desperate poverty and permanent homelessness by governments that wished to reap the rewards of their hatred toward Jews. The despicable thing about the entire situation is that they easily could have been assimilated into the surrounding countries.”

“Something’s odd about what you just said,” Jacob reflected. “We know that Israel’s heading into the Ezekiel 38 war. We’ve been told as much by – well, let’s just say that we know. Ezekiel didn’t mention anything about the countries surrounding Israel.”

“Maybe not,” Moshe countered. “But Psalm 83 certainly does.” His interest piqued, Jacob reached into his backpack and extracted his Bible. He began to read:

“Keep not thou silence, O God; hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God. For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult, and they that hate thee have lifted up the head. They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones. They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance. For they have consulted together with one consent; they are confederate against thee: the tabernacles of Edom, and the Ismaelites; of Moab, and the Hagarenes; Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek; the Philistines with the inhabitants of Tyre; Assyria also is joined with them; they have holpen the children of Lot. Selah.

 

          “Do unto them as unto the Midianites; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the brook of Kishon, who perished at Endor; they became as dung for the earth. Make their nobles like Oreb, and like Zeeb: yea, all their princes as Zebah, and as Zalmunna, who said, Let us take to ourselves the houses of God in possession. O my God, make them like a wheel, like the stubble before the wind. As the fire burneth a wood, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire, so persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm. Fill their faces with shame, that they may seek thy name, O Lord. Let them be confounded and troubled forever; yea, let them be put to shame, and perish, that men may know that thou, whose name alone is Jehovah, art the Most High over all the earth.”

“Amazing,” Moira offered. “It certainly describes the people and the situation.”

“So this battle of Psalm 83 is the opening move of the Ezekiel 38 war,” Jacob said.

“It would seem that this is so,” Moshe replied.

Jacob offered his radio to Moshe. “Here,” he said. “You probably want to call in a situation report.”

“No,” Moshe said, waving off the device. “I need to talk encrypted.”

“Dafna has what you need,” Moira said. “I’ll take you down.”

She’s like a gazelle. Jacob marveled at Moira’s sure-footed steps as she led Moshe down the hill toward Dafna, where he would be able to communicate with the IDF. They ignored the occasional mortar blasts that dogged their journey. And the faith of a warrior of God.

Jacob had stayed behind, continuing to monitor the situation in the foreground through field glasses. He could see a vast line of enemy soldiers forming up in preparation for an all-out assault on the ridge where he lay prone observing their movements.

Tanks, easily recognizable with their rounded bows and single driver positions as old M48s but still deadly with their 90 millimeter cannon, were interspersed between the combatants. The IDF knew all about them. According to the manual he’d read back at Dafna courtesy of Jesse, their drill instructor who had subjected them to a harsh but necessary course in rifle proficiency according to the standards of the U.S. Marine Corps, he knew they’d be most vulnerable climbing the hill to the ridge. With eight hundred horses pulling a fifty-ton weight, they’ll be slow on their approach, he thought, balancing a little positive against the large negative of their numbers. He counted over a hundred in the first assault wave, but he knew that there were many more behind them.

“Is Moira there yet?” he asked as he called in an update. The answer came in the form of Moira’s voice. “Hi, honey,” she said. “What’s up?”

“I’m sure you heard my report. Maybe you’d better stay there for the night.”

“And leave you up there alone?” she shot back. “No way.” The radio went dead. A few minutes later, he could see her making headway toward him through the glasses, and thanked God again for her. He looked again a few minutes later and did a double-take: Moira wasn’t alone. Wisdom was with her. The sight was wildly incongruous – here was the most beautiful Woman in the universe, dressed for action. But then that was what She did, who She was.

“Hallo, Jacob,” Wisdom called lightly as they arrived at his position. “I see that you have a front-row seat.”

“Hi to both of you,” Jacob said happily. Moira leaned over and planted a kiss on his mouth. “Yeah,” he responded to Wisdom’s observation. “Now that we’re getting so close to the end of the age, maybe I’ll just make this my home.”

“I hate to disillusion you, Jacob,” Wisdom replied, “but there remain several things that still have to happen before Jesus returns. There’s the upcoming battles – plural – and, most importantly, the ingathering to Israel is yet quite incomplete at this point.”

“Incomplete? Jews have come back from every nook and cranny in the world.”

“Yes, Jews. But remember the words We put into Ezekiel’s mouth in Chapter thirty-seven:

“Moreover, thou son of man, take thee one stick, and write upon it For Judah, and for the children of Israel, his companions; then take another stick, and write upon it, For Joseph, the stick of Ephraim, and for all the house of Israel, his companions; and join them one to another into one stick, and they shall become one in thine hand. And when the children of thy people shall speak unto thee, saying Wilt thou not show us what thou meanest by these? Say unto them, thus sayest the Lord God: Behold, I will take the stick of Joseph, which is in the hand of Ephraim, and the tribes of Israel, his fellows, and will put them with him, even with the stick of Judah, and make them one stick, and they shall be one in mine hand. And the sticks on which thou writest shall be in thine hand before their eyes. And say unto them, Thus saith the Lord God: Behold, I will take the children of Israel from among the nations, to which they are gone, and will gather them on every side, and bring them into their own land. And I will make them one nation in the land upon the mountains of Israel, and one king shall be king to them all; and they shall be no more two nations, neither shall they be divided into two kingdoms any more at all.”

“I was of the opinion, since the modern nation of Israel includes land that used to belong to the ten northern tribes as well as the two southern tribes of Judah and Benjamin, that when You brought back the Jews from around the world, You’d have included among them Israelites from the northern tribes as well. After all, there’s a reason why they’ve been called the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel. You alone know who those people are.”

“I’ll second that opinion,” said Moira.

“So will most of the rest of the world,” said Wisdom, laughing. “Yes, We do know where these Israelites are. So do you, as well as all those around the world who still have access to the news. You just don’t know the “who” yet, although you’re already well aware of them. You’ll find out soon enough. They’re not insignificant either, being a rather large crowd.”

“How large is that?” Moira asked Her.

“In the millions.”

Jacob and Moira waited for more definitive information from Wisdom about these enigmatic Israelites. But She vanished without embellishing on what She had told them.

Chapter Eleven

Moira woke up to words being spoken. She looked out of the cave to see Jacob conversing with a stranger who was holding a white cloth in his hand. She cleared her throat and Jacob turned to her. “Moira, meet Ibrahim,” he said. “He came up the hill from the enemy below, but he was waving a white cloth. I couldn’t shoot him.”

“I’d think not,” she replied. “Hello, Ibrahim. What can we do for you?”

“I come from the soldiers down below who are getting ready to overrun you,” he said in perfect Hebrew. “But I’m not one of them. Actually, I’m a Jew. I must remember to revert back to my real name of Moshe. I infiltrated the ranks of the Hezbollah in Lebanon as an Israeli spy three years ago. I’m coming out at this time to warn the IDF that the Russians and their cohorts, including the Iranians, are standing off their invasion to permit the Palestinians to have first blood. My unit is preparing to go in tomorrow as part of a full-scale attack on the nearest Israeli settlement. That will be only one battle of hundreds coming immediately upon Israel.”

“Thanks for your courage, Moira said. “It must have been very difficult to be so close to such animals.”

“Actually, the most difficult thing of all is the friendship with them that I’m forced to betray. They’re people just like you and me, Moira, victims of the calculated use of them by corrupt government leaders. They were forced into situations of desperate poverty and permanent homelessness by governments that wished to reap the rewards of their hatred toward Jews. The despicable thing about the entire situation is that they easily could have been assimilated into the surrounding countries.”

“Something’s odd about what you just said,” Jacob reflected. “We know that Israel’s heading into the Ezekiel 38 war. We’ve been told as much by – well, let’s just say that we know. Ezekiel didn’t mention anything about the countries surrounding Israel.”

“Maybe not,” Moshe countered. “But Psalm 83 certainly does.” His interest piqued, Jacob reached into his backpack and extracted his Bible. He began to read:

“Keep not thou silence, O God; hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God. For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult, and they that hate thee have lifted up the head. They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones. They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance. For they have consulted together with one consent; they are confederate against thee: the tabernacles of Edom, and the Ismaelites; of Moab, and the Hagarenes; Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek; the Philistines with the inhabitants of Tyre; Assyria also is joined with them; they have holpen the children of Lot. Selah.

 

          “Do unto them as unto the Midianites; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the brook of Kishon, who perished at Endor; they became as dung for the earth. Make their nobles like Oreb, and like Zeeb: yea, all their princes as Zebah, and as Zalmunna, who said, Let us take to ourselves the houses of God in possession. O my God, make them like a wheel, like the stubble before the wind. As the fire burneth a wood, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire, so persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm. Fill their faces with shame, that they may seek thy name, O Lord. Let them be confounded and troubled forever; yea, let them be put to shame, and perish, that men may know that thou, whose name alone is Jehovah, art the Most High over all the earth.”

“Amazing,” Moira offered. “It certainly describes the people and the situation.”

“So this battle of Psalm 83 is the opening move of the Ezekiel 38 war,” Jacob said.

“It would seem that this is so,” Moshe replied.

Jacob offered his radio to Moshe. “Here,” he said. “You probably want to call in a situation report.”

“No,” Moshe said, waving off the device. “I need to talk encrypted.”

“Dafna has what you need,” Moira said. “I’ll take you down.”

She’s like a gazelle. Jacob marveled at Moira’s sure-footed steps as she led Moshe down the hill toward Dafna, where he would be able to communicate with the IDF. They ignored the occasional mortar blasts that dogged their journey. And the faith of a warrior of God.

Jacob had stayed behind, continuing to monitor the situation in the foreground through field glasses. He could see a vast line of enemy soldiers forming up in preparation for an all-out assault on the ridge where he lay prone observing their movements.

Tanks, easily recognizable with their rounded bows and single driver positions as old M48s but still deadly with their 90 millimeter cannon, were interspersed between the combatants. The IDF knew all about them. According to the manual he’d read back at Dafna courtesy of Jesse, their drill instructor who had subjected them to a harsh but necessary course in rifle proficiency according to the standards of the U.S. Marine Corps, he knew they’d be most vulnerable climbing the hill to the ridge. With eight hundred horses pulling a fifty-ton weight, they’ll be slow on their approach, he thought, balancing a little positive against the large negative of their numbers. He counted over a hundred in the first assault wave, but he knew that there were many more behind them.

“Is Moira there yet?” he asked as he called in an update. The answer came in the form of Moira’s voice. “Hi, honey,” she said. “What’s up?”

“I’m sure you heard my report. Maybe you’d better stay there for the night.”

“And leave you up there alone?” she shot back. “No way.” The radio went dead. A few minutes later, he could see her making headway toward him through the glasses, and thanked God again for her. He looked again a few minutes later and did a double-take: Moira wasn’t alone. Wisdom was with her. The sight was wildly incongruous – here was the most beautiful Woman in the universe, dressed for action. But then that was what She did, who She was.

“Hallo, Jacob,” Wisdom called lightly as they arrived at his position. “I see that you have a front-row seat.”

“Hi to both of you,” Jacob said happily. Moira leaned over and planted a kiss on his mouth. “Yeah,” he responded to Wisdom’s observation. “Now that we’re getting so close to the end of the age, maybe I’ll just make this my home.”

“I hate to disillusion you, Jacob,” Wisdom replied, “but there remain several things that still have to happen before Jesus returns. There’s the upcoming battles – plural – and, most importantly, the ingathering to Israel is yet quite incomplete at this point.”

“Incomplete? Jews have come back from every nook and cranny in the world.”

“Yes, Jews. But remember the words We put into Ezekiel’s mouth in Chapter thirty-seven:

“Moreover, thou son of man, take thee one stick, and write upon it For Judah, and for the children of Israel, his companions; then take another stick, and write upon it, For Joseph, the stick of Ephraim, and for all the house of Israel, his companions; and join them one to another into one stick, and they shall become one in thine hand. And when the children of thy people shall speak unto thee, saying Wilt thou not show us what thou meanest by these? Say unto them, thus sayest the Lord God: Behold, I will take the stick of Joseph, which is in the hand of Ephraim, and the tribes of Israel, his fellows, and will put them with him, even with the stick of Judah, and make them one stick, and they shall be one in mine hand. And the sticks on which thou writest shall be in thine hand before their eyes. And say unto them, Thus saith the Lord God: Behold, I will take the children of Israel from among the nations, to which they are gone, and will gather them on every side, and bring them into their own land. And I will make them one nation in the land upon the mountains of Israel, and one king shall be king to them all; and they shall be no more two nations, neither shall they be divided into two kingdoms any more at all.”

“I was of the opinion, since the modern nation of Israel includes land that used to belong to the ten northern tribes as well as the two southern tribes of Judah and Benjamin, that when You brought back the Jews from around the world, You’d have included among them Israelites from the northern tribes as well. After all, there’s a reason why they’ve been called the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel. You alone know who those people are.”

“I’ll second that opinion,” said Moira.

“So will most of the rest of the world,” said Wisdom, laughing. “Yes, We do know where these Israelites are. So do you, as well as all those around the world who still have access to the news. You just don’t know the “who” yet, although you’re already well aware of them. You’ll find out soon enough. They’re not insignificant either, being a rather large crowd.”

“How large is that?” Moira asked Her.

“In the millions.”

Jacob and Moira waited for more definitive information from Wisdom about these enigmatic Israelites. But She vanished without embellishing on what She had told them.

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