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Left Behind: Soul Harvest. Chapter 1
God’s worldwide earthquake predicted in the book of Revelation has struck the planet. Millions die. Rayford’s friend flies a helicopter on top of Carpathia’s luxurious building in New Babylon so that Rayford can flee. But Carpathia, the Antichrist, pushes his way into the helicopter too and slams the door shut, leaving all of his friends and employees to be killed as the building collapses. Rayford, who has been Carpathia’s pilot because the Lord has ordered him to be, is furious. When they land in Baghdad, Rayford shoves Carpathian out of the copter and then shoves him again. He walks away in desperation to find his wife, Amanda, and his friend Hattie Durham, knowing full well that both may have also been killed during the earthquake. Meanwhile, in Chicago, New Hope Village Church has been reduced to rubble and Loretta, the secretary at New Hope has been killed. …Don’t miss the first chapter of Ray reading Soul Harvest: The World Takes Sides, which he will be reading right now.
Rayford Steele wore the uniform of the enemy of his soul, and he hated himself for it. He strode through Iraqi sand toward Baghdad Airport in his dress blues and was struck by the incongruity of it all.
From across the parched plain he heard the wails and screams of hundreds he wouldn’t begin to be able to help. Any prayer of finding his wife alive depended on how quickly he could get to her. But there was no quick here. Only sand. And what about Chloe and buck in the States? And Tsion?
Desperate, frantic, mad with frustration, he ripped off his natty waistcoat with its yellow braid, heavy epaulettes, and arm patches that identified a senior officer of the Global Community. Rayford did not take the time to unfasten the solid-gold buttons but sent them popping across the desert floor. He let the tailored jacket slide from his shoulders and clutched the collar in his fists. Three, four, five times he raised the garment over his head and slammed it to the ground. Dust billowed and sand kicked up over his patent leather shoes.
Rayford considered abandoning all vestiges of his connection to Nicolae Carpathia’s regime, but his attention was drawn again to the luxuriously appointed arm patches. He tore at them, intending to rip them free, as if busting himself from his own rank in the service of the Antichrist. But the craftsmanship allowed not even a fingernail between the stitches, and Rayford slammed the coat to the ground one more time. He stepped and booted it like an extra point, finally aware of what had made it heavier. His phone was in the pocket.
Left Behind: Soul Harvest. Chapter 1
Left Behind: Soul Harvest. Chapter 1
