"Everything is fine. Praise the Lord. So, you could conceivably keep track of everyone from here, but that is your call."

"Oh, I will be leaving," Rayford said. "I can't say when yet. I do worry about your returning to Chicago, Tsion."

"That is precisely what we have been discussing, Rayford. We do not know if it makes sense for any of us from there to attempt to return. Would not you and Abdullah be under as much scrutiny as I? Without another miracle, how could we return to the safe house without giving away its location?"

The thought of finding a new safe house, of moving, wearied Rayford. "We'll worry about that, Tsion. What are your plans? You could transmit your daily teachings from here." Chaim interrupted. "That is my wish and that of the elders here.

And I daresay the rest of the people."

"I do not know," Tsion said. "I will do as the Lord leads, but I believe Chaim is G.o.d's man here."

"My work is done, Tsion," Chaim said. "G.o.d did it in spite of my feeble efforts, and here we are. I shall hand off the baton to you, my former student."

"I remain your student, Doctor," Tsion said.

"Gentlemen," Rayford said, "the mutual admiration is inspiring but doesn't get us anywhere. This place needs leadership, organization, mediation. If you stay, Tsion, you should be protected from responsibilities that interfere with your teaching here and to your Internet audience around the world."

The elders nodded.

"Perhaps among us," Chaim said, "we can ferret out young people with these gifts. I am willing to administer, coordinate a bit, but I am not a young man. This is a city, a country unto itself.

We need a government. G.o.d provides food and water and clothes that will not wear out, but I believe he expects us to manage ourselves otherwise. We must organize and build admittedly only for the short term, but still . . ."

"Maybe," Rayford said, "that very work is G.o.d's way of occupying your time here. Living together, getting along, functioning in harmony will be a full time job. Imagine the boredom of a million people just sitting around waiting for the Glorious Appearing."

Tsion warmed to this. "Oh, that is why I believe we need to motivate people to help the rest of the world from here. We are not blind to the prophecies, to the machinations of the evil one. Trying to blow us up is only the beginning. He will think he can starve us out by cutting off our supply lines. He will not know or will not believe that G.o.d feeds us. But we know we are safe. What we must guard against are his schemes to lure the undecided away from. this place, out to where they are vulnerable, not only emotionally and psychologically, but also physically. I am jealous to keep them here and to persuade them."

"I don't understand," Rayford said, "how anyone could remain undecided after today."

"It is beyond human comprehension," Tsion said, "but G.o.d foretold it. Now my dream for the faithful here is that they be useful in the cause of aiding our brothers and sisters around the world.

Peter warns us to be sober and vigilant because our adversary walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.

'Resist him, steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same sufferings are experienced by your brotherhood in the world.'

"The evil one will grow angrier, more determined, more vicious, and many will die at his hand. What better, n.o.bler task could the million strong here undertake than to aid your daughter's Commodity Co op and equip the saints to thwart Antichrist?

"I envision thousands of technological experts creating a network of resources for believers, informing them of safe havens, putting them in touch with each other. We know we will lose many brothers and sisters, and yet we

should offer what we can to keep the gospel going forth, even now. "

Rayford sat back. "Can't argue with that. And it's not a bad idea, Tsion, this becoming your new base of operation. We will miss you, of course, but it makes no sense to risk losing you to the cause when all you need is right here."

"I have been thinking," Chaim said, "and, Rayford, feel free to correct me, as I am out of my element on this topic. But I wonder if the day of a safe house for the Tribulation Force is past. We know New Babylon is sniffing around and that it is only a matter of time before Chicago is exposed. Yes, perhaps we need a central location for the coordinating of the Co op, but if I were you I would worry for my little one, being moved hither and yon. I leave the details to you and your compatriots. But I ask you, is it not true that anyone who is asked to remain at the safe house quickly gets the cottage fever?

"The young man there, Zeke, who so masterfully equips us to venture out, might find moving around a nuisance. And the matter of record keeping and computers is difficult. But perhaps the safe house of the future will be in a thousand places, not just one. Perhaps the time has come to make your home in the hiding places of the believers around the world."

Rayford feared Chaim was right, and it must have shown.

"I am not saying it will be easy," Chaim said, "but I urge you to take the initiative. Make the hard decision. Disband the safe house and disperse your people before they are found out, for then you could lose everyone at once. Surely you all know you have stayed in one place long past a reasonable hour."

"Oh, I know that, Chaim," Rayford said. "In reality, we have not been at the Strong Building very long. Too long, no doubt, but not even as long as we were at our previous location."

Tsion stood and stretched. "We need to leave this with you. G.o.d will lead you. I intended to seek your counsel, and now we have tried to counsel you."

"I appreciate it."

"But please, Rayford, counsel me. Let me tell you what I believe G.o.d is impressing upon me, and see if it makes any sense to you.

I know it will jar the sensibilities of many hearers, and yet I dare not casually disregard it. You see, because of what has happened since the Rapture of the church, I believe there is ample evidence of one part of G.o.d's nature and character. Clearly this is a time of judgment, even of wrath. We are in the middle of the last seven of the twenty one judgments of G.o.d, and we even endured one he himself refers to in the Scriptures as the wrath of the Lamb.

"It would be easy for a preacher to illumine and drive home the truth of G.o.d's impatience, his judgment poured out on his enemies, his demand for justice for the blood of the prophets.

But I have come to the conclusion that all this goes without saying. Yes, this is the last chance. Yes, everything has been telescoped into seven last years, and we are already well into the second half of that. G.o.d will do what G.o.d will do, but I am jealous to protect his reputation.

"Oh, I know he does not need nee, does not require my a.s.sistance.

I am humbled to the depths of my soul that he has seen fit to allow me any role in ministering to the nations. But a profound and seemingly contradictory message presses on my heart. I believe it is of G.o.d, but it is such a paradox, such a dichotomy, that I dare not run ahead of him without the counsel of and wisdom of my spiritual family."

Tsion ma.s.saged his temples and began to pace. "Gentlemen," he said, "walk with me."

"The crowds will press if you leave here," someone said.

"They will see we are engaged, I am sure," Tsion said. "Let us not make a spectacle. Surround me and let us move away from the ma.s.ses."

The people still frolicked around the spring while others filled containers and gathered manna. Rayford joined the elders and Chaim and casually moved into a ravine and down a rocky slope.

When they were clear of others, Tsion talked as he walked. "I am not unaware that I have been bestowed a great privilege. I have a congregation here alone of a million souls. I have opportunity to teach the babies in the faith, offering them the milk of the word. I also enjoy breaking the bread and carving the meat of the deeper things to the more mature. And I am blessed to preach the gospel, evangelizing, for even here, there are the undecided. We will not win all of them, a truth that astounds me, especially in the glow of an event such as we experienced just hours ago. But the point is, G.o.d daily refreshes me and allows me expects me to exercise all the gifts he has bestowed on a pastor teacher."

When Tsion stopped, the rest stopped. He sat on a rock and they gathered around him. "It may sound strange to you all, because I have said many, many times that this is the worst seven year period in the history of mankind, but in many ways I count it an almost limitless benefit to be alive right now. Technology has allowed me a congregation, if the figures can be believed, of more than a billion via the Internet. Someday in heaven I will ask G.o.d to let me get my finite brain around that figure. For now it is too much to take in. I cannot picture it, cannot tell you how many one hundred thousand seat stadiums it would take to house them all. Well, of course I know that ten thousand such stadiums would equal a billion people, but does that help you picture it in your mind? Me neither.

"Now, let me tell you what weighs on me when I think of the responsibilities I have to such a congregation. I believe the time has come to stop talking about the judgment of G.o.d. There is no denying it. There is no pretending that his wrath is not being poured out. But I have come to the conclusion that the whole message of G.o.d throughout the ages is an anthem to his mercy.

"Most of you know that this comes from a man who saw his beloved wife and children murdered. Am I saying that the holiness of G.o.d is less important than the love of

G.o.d? How could I when the Scriptures say that he is love, but that he is holy, holy, holy?

"I am merely saying that I will let G.o.d's justice and judgment and wrath speak for themselves, and I will spend the rest of my time here championing his mercy."

It seemed to Rayford that Tsion took the time to look into the eyes of everyone who had heard him. He could have gone on, defended himself and his novel opinion. But he simply finished by saying, "You have until noon tomorrow to correct me if you believe I am a wayward brother. Otherwise, my teaching begins, and you know my theme."

Buck was sympathetic to Alble. The diminutive Middle Easterner was wound tight, unable to sit still. "I can't live like this, Cameron," he said. "I'm going to spend this evening with Zeke and look through his files. Have you seen his inventory?"

"Of course."

"There has to be an ident.i.ty in there for me. The GC thing probably won't work for me again, but I'll do anything. Anything but sit around here. 'you think he could make me tall and blond?"

Buck had to smile. One of two wasn't bad. "I might join you," he said. "Zeke's a master, and this sitting around is gonna kill me."

"But you write. You get to download all that stuff from Chang and get it out on the Net. I love your son, Cameron, but trading off baby sitting, reading, looking out the window, and waiting for everybody to check in is going to drive me crazy."

"I know."

"Have you spent much time with Mac?" Albie said.

"Sure."

"Great man. Good mind. But we don't think the same. I can imagine all kinds of things he's doing in Greece right now that could get oh, I'm sorry. I keep forgetting Chloe is right there with him."

"What? You think Mac won't look out for Chloe? She's probably looking out for him."