Approaching Hoofbeats - The White Horse Rides...

PROLOGUE

The Day Of Reckoning

And behold a white horse. And he that sat upon him had a bow, and a crown was given unto him. And he went forth conquering and to conquer.
Revelation, Chapter 6:2

Jerusalem: December 2003

The City of Hope. Where was hope tonight? Not here. Not if the latest suicide bombing was any indication. No, neither God nor hope was anywhere to be found in this city tonight.
He stood upon the Mount of Olives, high above the City of Hope looking down upon the silence below.
How many times had he stood on this mountain through the millenniums? A thousand? Perhaps more. He knew every stone that made up the mountain.
A light breeze shifted through the olive trees reminding him of other days. Better days. Before he arrived on the scene and made time and his purpose here all the more critical.
The mountain hadn’t changed much since those days. Only the players. And perhaps the stakes. But then again maybe they hadn’t really changed all that much either. There was still only the three. The father, the Son. And the fallen angel.
Perhaps the only real thing to have changed was the boundaries.
It had been here in this place that the Son of God in the weakness of his human form had prayed for his life. That the cup pass from him. He had been a silent witness that night knowing full well that the Messiah as he’d been hailed upon his entrance into the city knew of his presence there. He could have destroyed him and those threatening with but one single command. The Son had humbly accepted his destiny.
A dark day for planet earth and for him.
The Messiah. Ridiculous. God purposely sent his son into a world filled with darkness hoping somehow to redeem his creation? All for nothing. The miracle of his birth and the glory of his death had long since been extinguished. Instead of filling the world with brightness and hope, the creation had become more lost and dismal than ever before. The church meant to carry on the Messiah’s purpose was now nothing more than a farce.
The warm breeze touched his skin again. It carried on it now the hint of something that had been conceived with the beginning of time. His pulse quickened with renewed excitement. His biggest challenge, his greatest moment was almost here.