End Time America!
End Time America!
"And I bore you on eagles wings and brought you to Myself."
Samuel Cohen looked across the long table at his brother, Or. It had been an amazing journey for all of them. Or's wife, Angela, his son David, and their two teenage children, and Samuel himself had all made it safely to Israel, the ancient land of their ancestors.
And they had all come through the great horrific war that had recently been fought and won by this small nation, and they had now become one with the people and the land.
Ben Or, meaning son of light, in Hebrew, had been concerned in the beginning whether moving to Israel was really the right thing to do for his family. The rise of anti-Semitism in America had been alarming for sure, but most had believed that it would soon get better. It was just, they had agreed, a bad time - a season of distress. But since the war in Israel the rise of anti-Semitism in America and Europe had only increased, dramatically, along with great natural disasters. There was no doubt now in Or's mind that he and his family had made the right decision in leaving everything behind and making aliyah.
For Sam, coming to Israel was a dream come true. It had been on his heart for a very long time. Much of his former life now lay in ruins. His liberal, new age wife had finally told him that she wanted out. She could not bear his Messianic belief system any more. In fact anything, except the most liberal religious viewpoint, was too much for her. She wanted out of their thirty-year marriage, and the sooner the better.
Sam's son, Michael Aaron, and his daughter Jody had grown distant from their father. Michael Aaron was busy with his own life and family and was moving ahead with his company. He didn't have a lot of time for his faith any more, and rarely came to the meetings at Beth Israel, Messianic Congregation. He had also made it clear to his father that he did not want to be preached at. And his daughter Jody was a replica of her mother - in every way.
Every day Sam prayed for his grown children, and his two grandsons. If only he could talk to them, but in the United States it was still pretty hard to communicate with people overseas. The tsunami had devastated so much of the eastern seaboard and the earthquake in the midwest had brought America to its knees.
Three months earlier a volcanic eruption had exploded in the Canary islands. And part of the western flank of Cumbre Vieja had fallen into the ocean generating a powerful mega tsunami tidal wave that had crossed the Atlantic ocean. By the time it hit the east coast it was still a very powerful wave, and had destroyed a good part of the infrastructure in some of the large, costal cities, and surrounding areas.
Evacuation had been a nightmare as panicked people tried to escape, only to be locked up in tight, impossible traffic grids. Huge waves had come crashing down upon the costal cities and the jammed highways. The horrific flooding surge had traveled fifteen to twenty miles inland destroying everything in its path.
Tens of thousands of lives had been lost, and millions of people had been left homeless and in despair. And now the real fear of trying to keep the nuclear power plants from quickly becoming another Fukushima was an on-going and constant dread.
The country was paralyzed with fear as to what might happen next - especially when so many nations were experiencing record setting earthquakes, hurricanes and tsunamis. The economy had gone into a total spin. The one-world leaders had immediately demanded a new financial system - a shared basket of currencies, where the dollar was now devalued by almost thirty three percent of its previous value.
The US government was now essentially hidden underground in carefully planned and constructed miniature cities. The elite and thousands of their family members were