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And I will give power unto my two witnesses, and they shall prophesy a thousand two hundred and threescore days, clothed in sackcloth.
Revelation 11: 3
Jerusalem: 2010
The Beginning of the birth pains
The headlines could have read the same as twenty years earlier. Another war. Another bombing. Another earthquake, hurricane, tsunami. Another plague. Another thousand people left dead or homeless. Another child murdered. Another killer set free.
The difference? No one paid attention to the headlines anymore. Most people had become anesthetized to the world’s most shocking news stories.
They’d become little more just every day tragedies.
But not for me. For me, they were personal. You see, I write those headlines. My name is Kendall Roberts. In some small part, this is my story. But in a greater sense this is the world’s story. The final chapter of life here on planet Earth.
I’d been reporting those graphic headlines for almost two years. They should have served as a warning to us all. If only we’d been listening.
Tonight, the streets of Jerusalem were dark and silent. A far different city than what appeared here this morning. The streets had been jammed with his frenzied followers. Many hailed him the savior of Israel because he’d brought the country back from the brink of annihilation and accomplished what no other political figure had managed since King Solomon’s time. He’d ushered in peace at last to the Middle East. And he’d done it not by force but by the use of a humble diplomacy that had become his trademark.
And I will give power unto my two witnesses, and they shall prophesy a thousand two hundred and threescore days, clothed in sackcloth.
Revelation 11: 3
Jerusalem: 2010
The Beginning of the birth pains
The headlines could have read the same as twenty years earlier. Another war. Another bombing. Another earthquake, hurricane, tsunami. Another plague. Another thousand people left dead or homeless. Another child murdered. Another killer set free.
The difference? No one paid attention to the headlines anymore. Most people had become anesthetized to the world’s most shocking news stories.
They’d become little more just every day tragedies.
But not for me. For me, they were personal. You see, I write those headlines. My name is Kendall Roberts. In some small part, this is my story. But in a greater sense this is the world’s story. The final chapter of life here on planet Earth.
I’d been reporting those graphic headlines for almost two years. They should have served as a warning to us all. If only we’d been listening.
Tonight, the streets of Jerusalem were dark and silent. A far different city than what appeared here this morning. The streets had been jammed with his frenzied followers. Many hailed him the savior of Israel because he’d brought the country back from the brink of annihilation and accomplished what no other political figure had managed since King Solomon’s time. He’d ushered in peace at last to the Middle East. And he’d done it not by force but by the use of a humble diplomacy that had become his trademark.
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