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Jerusalem's hope
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Thoene, Bodie, 1951-
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New York : Viking, 2002.
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264 pages : map ; 25 cm.
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English
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9780670030842
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Summary

Sales of more than seven million copies have taken Bodie and Brock Thoene's historical fiction to the top of bestseller lists and built them a fervent following. Jerusalem's Hope, the final volume in their superb Zion Legacy series, continues the story-within-a-story of The Jerusalem Scrollsand Stones of Jerusalem. Israeli strategist Moshe Sachar has taken refuge in a secret tunnel, beneath the Temple Mount, from the battle chaos of the 1948 war of independence. Now, he opens another of the temple's ancient scrolls and plunges into the supreme drama of the first century A.D. As word spreads of the miracles performed by a charismatic but mysterious prophet, Yeshua, people whose lives he has touched are caught up in destiny. A Roman centurion-in love with a Hebrew beauty-is torn between admiration and duty. Three "sparrows," ragamuffin orphan boys in hiding with Yeshua, are his vital messengers to a shepherd in Bethlehem. As all these characters converge on the dangerous road to Jerusalem at Passover, Jerusalem's Hopedelivers the timely and sweeping climax fans have been waiting for.


Author Notes

Bodie Thoene, has a Ph.D. in creative writing, & with Brock Thoene, is the author of thirty-three novels that include the best-selling series "The Zion Chronicles" & "The Zion Covenant." Together they have won eight Evangelical Christian Publishers Gold Medallion awards. The Thoenes live in Nevada & London, England.

(Publisher Provided) With more than two dozen novels carrying the byline of Bodie Theone or Brock and Bodie Thoene (pronounced Tay-nee), with more than six million copies in print, and with eight Evangelical Christian Publishers Association Gold Medallion awards, for over a decade this husband-and-wife writing team has captivated the hearts and illuminated the minds of their enthusiastic readers.

The Thoenes have earned Ph.D.'s in creative writing and in history. Bodie's storytelling gifts are supported by Brock's careful research and historical perspective. The resulting novels both inspire and educate, broadening readers' awareness of understanding important slices of history. Their critically acclaimed collaborations will stand as the benchmark in their category for years to come.

The Zion Covenant series comprises six novels covering events in Europe leading up to World War II; the five books in The Zion Chronicles describe the events surrounding Israel's statehood in 1948; the three books of The Shiloh Legacy provide an American perspective on the war.

The Thoenes made their home in Glenbrook, Nevada, but traveled frequently as they researched historical and geographical settings for their novels. They had three grown children and enjoyed grandparenting.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 2

Booklist Review

This is the sixth and supposedly last entry of the ZionLegacy series, following Stones of Jerusalem [BKL Ja 1 & 15 02]. Yeshua appears briefly and with none of the majesty of Stones of Jerusalem, sending his Sparrows--three street urchins--to carry a message to the shepherd Zadok in Bethlehem. Their journey is entertaining, though their message hardly seems vital. They become apprentice shepherds for Zadok in some winning but irrelevant scenes. Miryam is barely onstage in this installment, but she appears long enough for the Thoenes to hint of Nakdimon's love for her. Miryam's old love, Marcus Longinus, is more in evidence than Miryam, but the Thoenes jerk him around with their version of New Testament history, rendering him weak, or at least ineffective. Though events drift toward a violent climax, and Yeshua appears once more, this volume really doesn't go anywhere and leaves many plot strands dangling. If this is truly the end, it's a dreadfully disappointing one. John Mort


Library Journal Review

The Thoenes conclude their epic "Zion Legacy" series with another story-in-a-story, much like the previous The Jerusalem Scrolls and Stones of Jerusalem. Moshe Sachar is hidden beneath the Temple Mount during Israel's 1948 war of independence. When he opens another of the temple's ancient scrolls, the action shifts to first century CE. Word is spreading of the miracles performed by a mysterious prophet named Yeshua. The unlikely people Yeshua has touchedDa Roman centurion, three orphan boys, and a rabbi from the high councilDare all conflicted, wondering whether Yeshua is the Messiah. Only the head shepherd in Bethlehem is confident of Yeshua's true identity. As Passover approaches, an unruly mob in Jerusalem provokes Pontius Pilate to violence against them, and rumor spreads that Yeshua will spend the holiday there. Unfortunately, the novel never returns to the framing story set in 1948, so readers have no idea what happens to Moshe and his family. How satisfied readers will be with the inconclusive ending is debatable, but all libraries will want to complete the series. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

The Sea of Galilee spread out beneath them that spring night late in the reign of the Roman emperor Tiberius. The night was deep, the moon not yet risen. Yet the darkness had no power to frighten the three boys. At least not while they were in the presence of Yeshua of Nazareth. It was a time of rapidly multiplying wonders, those moments just after Avel's broken heart was mended, Ha-or Tov's eyes were opened, and Emet's ears unblocked. Yeshua's smile was quick and approving. The Master's care had even extended to the creature who had been the boys' mascot and boon companion. Yeshua had restored to life the feathered carcass of Yediyd...their Beloved Friend...though Yediyd was merely a common brown sparrow. The tiny bird, lifted on the warm wind of affection, had soared away into the freedom of his new life. And Emet heard the beat of Yediyd's wings! The nearly five-year-old orphan had been deaf since birth, yet he heard the crackle of the thorny acacia branch Yeshua tossed into the campfire. More... Emet noted the rustle of a bat's leathery wings and heard its high-pitched squeak, sounds so tenuous they weren't even remarked by Avel or Ha-or Tov. Yet Emet heard them! Yeshua caught his eye. The Rabbi nodded, understanding and commending Emet's admiration of the whole startling world of sounds. The Rabbi fed them broiled fish and fresh loaves of barley bread slathered thick with butter. It was a friendly gesture for which they, each cocooned in a different form of wonder, did not properly thank him. Emet listened to the imperceptibly sighing wind as it stirred into rustling melody the recently budded leaves of a hilltop terebinth tree. And he observed that Yeshua, finished with his meal, studied his students by the light of the campfire. Most particularly, Yeshua seemed to notice the matching clothes they wore. The material was cut from one cloak, striped red and green and tan. This was the uniform of the Company of the Sparrows. Eight-year-old Avel had lately been a link boy bearing torches in Jerusalem. Ten-year-old Ha-or Tov had lived as a blind beggar at a rich man's gate in Bethany. Emet had been of no use to anyone. He had left Jerusalem with Avel because there was no place else to go. The cloak they had divided among themselves was formerly the property of the martyred prophet Yochanan the Baptizer. Yeshua's cousin. Though uttered on a sigh no louder than the faint breeze, Emet thought he heard Yeshua murmur, "Yochanan. Friend. You were the voice crying in the wilderness. Make straight the way of the Lord. You knew well the kingdom will be made up of little ones such as these. Hearts that trust completely. Yes." The Master touched the corner of the fabric on the hem of Emet's robe. Yeshua's eyes were so kind, and yet so sad. Had he spoken aloud or had Emet simply overheard his thoughts? After a time of silence, Avel licked his fingers and finally spoke. Emet knew Avel's question wasn't meant to challenge Yeshua. No. It was asked only out of curiosity. Avel had been listening to what went on in the Galil before that night. The confrontations, the anger of learned men against Yeshua, Yeshua's calm and deliberate replies. And so Avel asked Yeshua: "You told the rabbis if they believed what Moses wrote, they would believe you because Moses wrote about you. Did you mean you, yourself, are written about in Torah? But how can that be? Since Moses lived very long ago? How could Moses have written about you?" Yeshua smiled kindly at Avel. It was the sort of smile that told him he must be patient; the answer would take much unraveling. Then Yeshua turned his face upward, as if to find a place to begin the explanation. One night would not be long enough. "It will take a lifetime to learn all that Moses and the prophets wrote about what was, what is, and what will be. The teachers of Israel were shepherds. The secret meaning of their words are hidden among the lambs of Israel's flocks. But tonight we'll let the heavens teach the first lesson. There...above our heads...is the first book." He gestured toward the sky where streaks of gossamer clouds streamed to the east. So Yeshua began at the Beginning. The right place for young boys who had never been taught anything. That night the three were smooth wax tablets, which not even a childish alef-bet had yet marred. The stylus of Yeshua's words impressed itself on their souls. They became his talmidim, students at the academy of Creation of which he was Headmaster. Emet, who had never before heard a human voice, nor a single word of speech, experienced the Living Word. Avel, who had never felt joy or known tenderness, was embraced by he who is Love Incarnate. Yet Avel and Emet were mere observers compared to the wonder that swept over Ha-or Tov, drawing him upward and out of himself. For Ha-or Tov, who was born sightless and had never known the stars, was given a guided tour of the heavens. The scroll of the universe was unrolled for him, its text of miracles read aloud to him by its Author. The embers burned low on the campfire. The smoke cleared. "What are those things?" Ha-or Tov inquired. "There and there and...look there!" He gestured toward each of the thousand pinpoints of light garlanding the Galilean sky, at first singly, and then in broad swathes as he tried to take it all in at once. His mop of curly red hair bobbed from vista to vista. "Where did they come from? Who made them?" Stretching out his hand, Yeshua reached upward. The brightest star in the constellation called Aryeh , the Lion, appeared to balance on the very tip of his index finger. As Emet observed, Yeshua drew his hand downward and the star seemed to follow, as if obediently coming closer at his summons. Or perhaps it simply brightened at his touch. Emet was unsure which. "These are the stars," Yeshua explained. "Witnesses to everything that has happened since the dawn of time." When he lowered his hand, the star swung promptly back to its proper place and size. But Yeshua wasn't finished. "And see this," he said, creating a circle with his thumb and forefinger and offering it to Ha-or Tov to peer through. Yeshua indicated a patch of sky due south. The lights in the heavens became distinct, glimmering with unimagined color through this focus. Emet recognized Ha-or Tov's protracted exhale as the sound of reverent amazement, though he'd never heard it before. "See the spirals! Like curling loops of...what? Jewels?" The constellation Yeshua designated portrayed a reclining woman. Between her imagined outstretched arms Emet could see faint smudges, like what resulted when he brushed a brass lamp with his thumb. For an instant Emet couldn't make out what caused Ha-or Tov to exult so. Then Yeshua cupped his hand, and Emet rested his chin in the Master's palm. Suddenly those smudges transformed into shimmering webs, decked with glistening drops of dew! Perhaps Ha-or Tov was right! Jewels! Before Emet's eyes ropes of gems tightly coiled on the ebony fabric of the night! The touch of the wind made the lights dance and sparkle. "Each spiral contains more stars than you can imagine." Yeshua's voice brushed Emet's face like a gentle breeze. "Each is so great that this world would be lost inside it. Each is so far away that just to see its light is to peer back in time...some for years, some for ages, and some...back toward the very Beginning. There..." He pointed to a bright blue star and said to Ha-or Tov, "The gleam you're seeing now left the star a long time ago. At the hour you were born that flash was conceived. Its light has been traveling through space to fill your eyes tonight. Before you were born that star was named for you. Ha-or Tov. 'The Good Light.' It's shining for you." Avel and Emet drew nearer, each of them eager to know if they also had a birthday star. Yeshua nodded, then pointed to a jewel named Haver, which means "Friend." This was Avel's star. It was as golden as topaz. Constant in light and color, unwavering and true. And the star named for Emet? Truth. It was a beacon, flashing blue to white and back to blue, calling Emet's glance to its light again and again. "And which is your star, Reb Yeshua?" Avel queried. At that Yeshua strummed the fingers of his right hand across the panorama of the universe. Emet's eyes widened in amazement as he heard a vast harmony, music emanating from the lights. It was the first song Emet ever heard. Countless voices sang these words: "You are worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things, and by Your will they exist and were created!" Avel and Ha-or Tov chewed their bread noisily. They seemed not to notice the music. Evidently the ears of his companions could not hear as well as his, Emet reasoned. After all, Emet's ears were new, created by Yeshua on the spot. Perhaps Ha-or Tov's recently sighted eyes were also sharper than those of anyone. And maybe Avel experienced joy more keenly because his broken heart had just been healed. "When was the beginning?" Emet blurted, wanting to know everything! Yeshua replied, "It is written in the first line of Torah: 'In the Beginning Elohim created the heavens and the earth.' Everything was created by his will from nothing: bara, in the Hebrew language. Worlds were framed by the Word of God. Things you see were not made from things that are visible. The Beginning is across a gulf so wide you could never cross it, and yet it's but a blink to the Father." And he told them how the heavens were hung thick with brilliances beyond imagining. The sun, known as Chammah , was really only one insignificant star among the host of innumerable stars. And the earth was merely one of several worlds that circled the sun. Yeshua explained that the seven lights of the menorah were meant to teach men many things. Among the lessons, the order of its branches showed a picture of this tiny corner of creation: the sun, the moon, and the wandering stars, also called planets... the Greater and Lesser Lights that illuminated day and night. Yeshua explained that there was much more beyond what the human eye could detect, even the keen eyes of Ha-or Tov! Deftly Yeshua's hands skimmed the sky, as if to gather swirls of stars in his palms and planets on his fingertips, like the balls of a juggler in the souk. Above the increased noise of the breeze in the terebinth, once again Emet heard distant voices: "When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained, What is man that You are mindful of him, And the son of man that You visit him? For You have made him a little lower than the angels, And You have crowned him with glory and honor. You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands..." One by one Yeshua displayed a sample of heavenly miracles to the young talmidim in his care. There were pillars of glowing blue and pink vapors, moons that orbited striped planets, stars innumerable that spun around one another in a dance begun at Creation. Avel whispered in dismay, "But how can we explain to anyone about this? Men believe the earth is flat! That heaven is a bowl turned upside down! That the stars are living beings, not orbs of fire warming worlds and lighting the night!" Yeshua laughed, as if acknowledging what mankind thought it knew. He declared to the boys that anyone could see the glory of God, visible and tangible in creation. If only a person would take the time to look. Thus Yeshua entrusted the trio of young humans with a vision of vastness and a glimpse of eternity in his teaching. Because they had never learned the puny ideas of man about the universe they did not doubt Yeshua's word. Every answer led to another question. "But where does God, the Almighty, dwell?" Ha-or Tov squinted deeply into space, as if hoping to spot the palace. "And where do souls go when they leave?" Avel added with a quiet urgency. Yeshua replied, "Your friend Hayyim is somewhere else, Avel." Avel was no longer surprised that Yeshua knew about him-or his past. "But where? And what is it like?" Avel insisted. Yeshua seemed to search for the right words to explain. "No eye has seen; no ear has heard; no mind has imagined what the merciful Father has prepared for those who love him." Yeshua touched Ha-or Tov's brow. "When you were blind, did you imagine that all these stars lit up the sky above you?" "No, Lord." Ha-or Tov shook his head. "Some people tried to explain it to me, but I couldn't understand what they meant. Light. The true beauty of it. Sight. It's a new kind of music flooding into my soul." Yeshua smiled and turned to Emet. "And you, Emet. Before you heard music, before you heard human speech, or crickets in the brush, bullfrogs in the rushes, wind rustling the branches of a tree...could you imagine any of these things?" For a minute Emet listened in wonder to the sounds emanating from the night. "No, Lord. They are like a new kind of color filling my ears. There were times...before...when I felt sound. It trembled beneath my hand, but I never knew what it meant!" Yeshua touched Emet's cheek. Finally he asked Avel, "When you were a mourner, burdened by sadness as real and heavy as a sack of stones on your back, did you ever imagine you could feel joy again?" Avel laughed and replied, "No, Lord! I didn't know what joy was! I saw others smile, but I didn't understand what a smile felt like inside! But now I know!" Avel leaned against Yeshua, who patted him on the shoulder. "That's right. Yes." Yeshua had made his point. "Heaven is like that. You can't see it. Yet it exists. It's a real place! As tangible as...the stones of Jerusalem. As solid as the hills of the Galil. Things are happening there right now, while you and I sit tonight by the fire. There are moments when you hear a song or see a rainbow or grasp a word of comfort that lifts your soul, and you get a hint of heaven. But that's merely a drop of water in the great wide ocean! And sadly, here on earth, you can't have the total freedom of heaven's joy because you are bound to the sorrows of what happens in this world. But have faith!" "What is faith?" Emet asked. "Faith is being sure of what you hope for and certain of what you do not yet see." "I hope I will see my friend Hayyim again," Avel said. Yeshua took the boy's hand. "I promise you, he's waiting to welcome you. After that you'll recognize others. You'll embrace the loved ones you ached to hold! You'll gaze into their eyes and laugh again! Then there'll be no more sorrow or suffering." Heaven. Stars and color revealed to the blind! Heaven. Harmony and instruments heard for the first time by the deaf! Heaven. Jubilation and peace overflowing the heart of a mourner reunited with his loved ones! This was Hope, indeed! On that night, however, the enormity of it, the color and music and joy of it, was beyond what one short lesson could convey. But it was a beginning. A starting place. An explanation of a reality far larger than this world. A definition of faith. A reason to hope. The moon peeked over a shoulder of the mountain, casting a streak of silver on the lake. At the same moment the wind from the west increased its force, as if trying to hold back the light. Yeshua raised his head, as if scenting the air. He stood, dusting off his hands and smoothing out his robe. "The wind is up," he said. "They'll be needing me." Staring out at the water he added, "There: you see?" Ha-or Tov nodded vigorously. "The boat...your talmidim? They're rowing, but fighting the gale." By squinting his eyes and scrunching his face, Emet at last made out the object of their concern: a distant black speck disappearing and reappearing against the ripples of shimmering waves. Breezes on the Galil blew up without warning into dangerous gales; harmless swells turned into life-threatening billows. Open fishing boats caught far out on the Sea of Galilee in such a storm had but two choices, neither of them good. They could struggle forward by rowing into the teeth of the gusts, shipping water over the bow and struggling for inches of progress. Or they could attempt to turn and run before the wind, risking being capsized or swamped. Lives were lost every year on the lake in storms like this. Yet Yeshua didn't act anxious for his friends. Matter-of-factly he said to the boys, "I must go to them. Walk with me toward the shore." How could Yeshua provide any assistance to the endangered talmidim? Emet wondered. Was there another stronger vessel available somewhere? As they approached the highway that skirted the eastern shore, Yeshua gave a rucksack of barley loaves to Avel, Emet, and Ha-or Tov. "Avel, you are the shepherd of your brothers on this journey. Travel by the light of the moon. Go south. Along the way you'll meet a man you've met before. He'll lead you on a donkey over Jordan. After you cross the river, travel no farther with him. Go straight to Beth-lehem, to Migdal Eder, the Tower of the Flock. There find the shepherd Zadok. The lamb is the key to understanding Torah. Stay with Zadok till I arrive." "Why?" Emet asked. "Kings, priests, and prophets have longed to know the secret this old shepherd keeps hidden in his heart." "But when will we see you again?" Emet's heart began to pound; panic rose in his throat. "Look for the lamb." What could Yeshua mean? Emet wondered. The fields were full of lambs this season of the year. "But how can we prove you sent us?" Avel asked. Gathering the three boys once more in his embrace, Yeshua said, "Tell Zadok that Immanu'el sent you to him. Tell him Immanu'el is coming. Tell him that mourners are blessed, for they will be comforted. Don't share this message with anyone else. It's meant for Zadok alone. Be on your guard. There's danger ahead. Wolves dressed in sheep's clothing are traveling the same road you travel....Now I must go." Yeshua set his chin resolutely into the gale. Go? Emet wondered as he and his friends reluctantly parted from their Rabbi. We have this paved road to follow, but what about him? No boat can sail into this wind. Beams of moonlight carved an argent path across the water, creating a highway of burnished silver on the surface of the lake. Onto this thoroughfare of light Yeshua confidently stepped, striding out toward the center of the sea as if walking the broad avenue that connected Jerusalem's Temple Mount with the western hill of the Holy City. Could it be? Avel stooped and dipped his fingers in the water. Cupping his hands he lifted the liquid to show Emet and Ha-or Tov. They watched Yeshua until he was out of sight. Ha-or Tov continued to report Yeshua's steady progress long after he disappeared from Emet's view. Then the three set out for Bethlehem. The wind howled across the Sea of Galilee from west to east. The moon, like a sail unfurled, set its course into the teeth of the storm. It was still more than a week until Passover and already the hills of the Galil were dotted with campfires of pilgrims moving south to Jerusalem. Nakdimon ben Gurion, wrapped in his cloak, sheltered in the lee of a boulder. There was a voice in this cloudless tempest. It howled a warning in Nakdimon's ears. Metatron! Metatron! Metatron! Was Yeshua of Nazareth the manifestation of Elohim's Presence? The Being who moved in and out of the Cloud of Unknowing that surrounded the omnipotent God's throne? Disguised for His visit to earth, the one called the Angel of the Lord promised Abraham a son in his old age and made a blood covenant conveying a blessing on all the earth through Abraham. He had wrestled Jacob on the riverbank and named him Isra'el. He had spoken to Moses from the burning bush and led the children of Israel out of bondage through the sea and into the Promised Land. If Yeshua was that One, someday He would drop his mortal disguise. And then men, seeing the truth of who and what He was in reality, would melt in terror. Nakdimon himself had felt a sort of terror and awe when he witnessed the miracles and again when he heard Yeshua speak. Here was molten gold confined in the common cauldron of humanity: beautiful, glowing, consuming fire. All that and more in the disguise of a carpenter from Nazareth. Could it be? Could it? A carpenter from Nazareth? Nakdimon would take the report back to his uncle, the great rabbi Gamaliel bar Simeon. Gamaliel was one of the few who might be capable of unraveling the perilous enigma of Yeshua without getting burned. He might separate the Glory from the kettle and say, Here is truth! One must not be wrong about a matter of such magnitude. If it was true that Yeshua had stepped out from behind a star and descended from the Cloud of Unknowing to bring a gift from Elohim to mankind, then mankind had better not stumble over the gift! And yet that was exactly what the rulers of Israel seemed to be doing. Their plots to discredit Yeshua were legion. False witnesses. Spies. Talk of murder. Nakdimon shuddered. He was hopeful and yet also terrified at the potential missteps. The wailing of the wind died suddenly like a whining child commanded to be still. Only the sparking embers illuminated the small band of sleepers. A lull descended, as if no cricket or nightbird dared reply. Nakdimon sat up and stared at the stars. So many. The air scrubbed clean by the wind. He imagined thrones and corridors, stairways rising up from the darkness into points of exquisite light. Had Yeshua come from some place beyond the edge of all that? Pervasive peace. Calm. "We had better get it right!" "Peace! Be still! I Am! Be still and know! I Am!" Nakdimon's traveling companions did not suspect that the enormous man was a member of the council of seventy elders who ruled Israel. He appeared common enough, more like a drover with ordinary clothes, black beard, broad shoulders, and a bullneck. It was best they not know his rank, he reasoned. After all, beneath the skin he was no different than they. He had also come far to see and hear Yeshua of Nazareth firsthand. He had arrived in Galilee a skeptic. Now he believed. But what boundaries defined his belief? That Yeshua was a man of extraordinary powers and wisdom couldn't be denied. But Israel's history and writings told many stories of such men. None of them was the Anointed One, the Prophet, Priest, and King, the awaited Messiah. Was Yeshua that one? Or should they look for another? Yeshua had refused the crown offered to him by an exultant mob. Why? He had a ready-made army he might have commanded to overpower the currently ruling tyrants of Rome and Herod Antipas. He chose not to. Why? Instead he had slipped away into the hills. None had seen him since. Nakdimon, along with his fellow travelers, had witnessed the feeding of thousands of men, women, and children who had paused on their journey long enough to listen to the Master's teaching. And yet the loaves and fishes merely temporarily assuaged a physical hunger. Nakdimon's heart hungered to know more, to hear more! And what had Nakdimon taken away from his encounter with Yeshua? Besides the facts of what he had seen with his own eyes? Perhaps it was not what he had taken, but what he had left behind. He no longer grieved for his wife, his dear Hadassah. He had let her go, heard her bless his life one last time. It was enough. She was somehow born again. Somewhere else. Living. Smiling. Talking. But no longer here! Yeshua had let Nakdimon glimpse that. And in the certainty that Hadassah was happy and safe, Nakdimon had finally become free to live again. Nakdimon stretched his hands out to the embers. How would he tell Gamaliel these things? How could he put this into words? No. There are no words! All the books in all the world couldn't hold what Yeshua had done. How could Nakdimon attempt to explain? If only he could offer a glimpse. So much! So many touched, moved, changed! We had better get it right.... --from Jerusalem's Hope by Bodie and Brock Thoene, Copyright © October 2002, Viking Press, a member of Penguin Putnam, Inc., used by permission. Excerpted from Jerusalem's Hope by Bodie Thoene, Brock Thoene All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.