Kingdom Come - The Final Victory by Tim Lahaye, Jerry B. Jenkins

that you send others.”
    “I’m listening, Lord.” Rayford slid from his bed to his knees on the floor as Jesus laid out for him a plan to continue spreading the gospel throughout the world. He knew it was foreordained that Satan fail, but still the battle must be waged for the souls of men and women. The population was exploding exponentially, and it was clear that Jesus coveted every soul for heaven.
    The plan seemed to roll out before Rayford on a scroll in his mind. All the believers in his orbit were to redouble their efforts and mobilize. Irene, Cameron, Chloe, Kenny, Raymie, Abdullah, Yasmine, Bahira, and Zaki were to become proactive and aggressive with every child that came under their care through COT , for this was the future of the church.
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    “We need another natural,” Kenny told the others. “Those of the Other Light can tell one of you GBers a mile away.”
    “Ideas?” Raymie said. “Anyone? Surely we all know plenty of naturals.”
    Zaki raised a hand. “I have a close friend,” he said.
    “How close? You trust him?”
    “I do. We discovered we are from the same area of Jordan, so we hit it off.”
    “Qasim Marid?” Bahira said. “I’m glad you trust him; I don’t.”
    “Qasim, yes. What’s wrong with him? I met him at COT when he was very young. Now that I have not aged in all this time, like Kenny he has grown up and caught me. Some ask if we are brothers.”
    “He is a brother in Christ?” Raymie said.
    “I think so.”
    “You
think
so? That should be easy enough to tell.”
    “He is full of mischief,” Bahira said. “That’s what troubles me. He reminds me of Cendrillon.”
    “He is streetwise; that’s all,” Zaki said. “But he is one of us.”
    “You don’t know that,” his sister said.
    “Sure I do.”
    “You waffled when first Raymie asked.”
    “Well, we don’t talk about it.”
    “That should make it obvious enough.”
    “But he often works at COT .”
    “Have you seen him ministering to the children?” Kenny said. “Has he led any of them to the Lord?”
    “I don’t know. I think so.”
    Raymie sighed and stretched. “You’re not making me feel comfortable about him. Kenny is saying we need another natural to be an infiltrator; aren’t you, Kenny?”
    Kenny nodded. “And it has to be someone strong in faith, who knows who he is and where he stands. The day may come when the people of the Other Light put us to the test. We have to be able to stand. I would hate to see an unbeliever or a weak brother try to face the worst wiles of the enemy.”
    Zaki shrugged. “We’ll know soon enough. He’s not far from his hundredth birthday.”
    “How far?” Raymie said.
    “A couple of years.”
    “We can’t wait that long. We need somebody who’s ready to go right away.”
    “I’m telling you he’s your man,” Zaki said. “He’s adventurous and brave. He’d love this kind of thing.”
    “Then you have to ask him flat out, find out where he is with Christ.”
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    It was the fall of the year, and the Feast of Tabernacles had seen millions from all over the world descend upon Israel and the temple yet again. Jerusalem had been stretched to its limits for housing, and the Highway of Holiness had been packed daily as supplicants made their way to the ceremonies.
    The buzz throughout the Holy Land now, with the foreigners headed back to their homelands, was that Egypt had, for some reason, sent not one representative. That’s what Rayford was thinking about when he arose the next morning.
    Rayford was stunned when he emerged from his chamber for breakfast to find Bruce Barnes and Mac McCullum leaping from their chairs to embrace him.
    Irene watched with a smile. “We’re already caught up, Rafe. Nearly a hundred years in ten minutes. It’s your turn.”
    Bruce, who had been the first martyr from the Tribulation Force, told of his experiences in heaven, many of which naturally coincided with Irene’s and Raymie’s, though from his unique