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The End of Days
By David Dolan

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David is a much sought-after speaker with the latest “inside” information about Israel and the Middle East . From 1988 though the year 2000 he was an important voice reporting for CBS News. Addressing significant conferences and other events world-wide, David continues to report for radio and television networks and programs from Jerusalem. He is also a free-lance writer for many popular Christian and secular publications. David's book, Holy War For The Promised Land , is an international success, now printed in eight languages. His timely book Israel in Crisis: What Lies Ahead? Has also been very well received by readers around the world.

Fans of apocalyptic fiction won't be able to resist this fast-paced novel that ties current events in the Middle East to biblical prophecies.

When Eli Ben-David and his best friend, Jonathan, are called up for duty in Israel's armed forces, Jonathan's wife, Sarah, and members of their close-knit Messianic congregation hold a constant prayer vigil. A massive Syrian chemical strike on Israel follows.

The world is stunned when Israel responds by dropping nuclear bombs on Damascus. When a peace conference is held in Europe, a dynamic young prince emerges as a world leader. The exciting story continues as prophecies are fulfilled and events catapult the world into the final battle of Armageddon.

As a Jerusalem-based broadcast journalist for CBS and other networks for many years, David Dolan has covered many important events in the Middle East. He is recognized as an expert on a region of vital interest to Christians. He is the author of Holy War for the Promised Land and Israel in Crisis: What Lies Ahead?

 

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As a Jerusalem-based broadcast journalist for CBS and other networks for many years, David Dolan has covered many important events in the Middle East. He is recognized as an expert on a region of vital interest to Christians. He is the author of Holy War for the Promised Land and Israel in Crisis: What Lies Ahead?

The apocalyptic novel was originally published in 1995. In this edition I have updated the original version to reflect international and Mideast developments since then. On top of that, some original material that was edited out of the first version to keep the manuscript a certain length has been incorporated into this edition.

Although The End of Days is "just a novel," many readers have told me that it is the most realistic end-time scenario that they have ever read. Possibly that is partly due to my intimate knowledge of Israel-having lived in the land that the prophets foretold would be at the center of the worldwide drama set to unfold in the biblical "end of days" since 1980. On top of that, I introduce what I believe is some largely overlooked biblical evidence for the identity of one of the "Two Witnesses" who were foretold to appear in the last days in Jerusalem. At the very least, this has added to the uniqueness of this work. The overall scenario that I unfold is based entirely on biblical scriptures, with many of them noted so that the reader may go to the source if so desired for further study.

I trust you will enjoy, and be blessed, by this novel. If anything, events here in Israel and around the world in recent years demand that we be as well informed as possible concerning what the Bible has to say about the end of this age. All signs are indicating that the prophesied events are about to unfold. So buckle up and enjoy the read!

David Dolan

Jerusalem

 

 

Reader Reviews

 

By M. D Roberts Based on the writer's own personal interpretation of Biblical prophecy, the reader is presented with an extremely plausible, albeit fictional story, surrounding future events which is extremely thought provoking when one considers the present circumstances relating to the many issues and subjects addressed. Although not a great fan of fiction I was pleasantly surprised as to how this book held my attention throughout. The characters were extremely believable and the manner in which future events were described will captivate many readers who are familiar with the present situation in the Middle East. The book pulls no punches in bringing the immediacy and relevance of Biblical prophecy to the reader's attention. My interest in buying this particular book primarily arose from having listened to the writer speak and also having read a number of his other FACTUAL studies in relation to Israel, Islam, the Palestinian-Israeli conflict and the Biblical message relating to the regions history & the relevance of these issues in relation to Biblical prophecy. I have found the source to be very knowledgeable in these subjects and someone who can relate to the matter first hand, living in Jerusalem itself, and with much first hand experience of the conflict. The "End Of Days" begins with another Middle Eastern war, yet on this occasion with weapons of mass destruction being used between Syria and Israel. The book then charts the rise of the "Anti-christ" and other issues which will be familiar to students of Biblical prophecy. These include the signing of a false "peace" agreement in the Middle East, the rebuilding of the Jewish Temple on Jerusalem's Temple Mount and the "Mark of the Beast". The gathering of the nations against Jerusalem/Israel, an invasion of Israel by a confederation of nations plus the persecution of the Jews & Christians are also covered together with a number of other conflicts including the battle of Armageddon. These events are described in detail and culminate with the return of Jesus Christ. (Due to differing interpretations amongst some scholars in relation to the timing of the "Rapture" of the Church, this issue has not been included.) Although some readers might disagree with some of the interpretations of Scripture presented through the storyline, this should not detract from the gripping manner in which the story unfolds. This is an extremely well written and enjoyable book which will especially attract readers with an interest in the Middle East conflict and also fans of both fiction and non-fiction alike. Those readers who have studied Bible prophecy/eschatologic issues to any degree will find themselves presented with an extremely realistic end-time scenario which illustrates how present International events could play themselves out. For those who may be interested in the factual studies of the source, might I respectfully recommend two of his other books source entitled "Israel In Crisis; What Lies Ahead ?" and "Holy War For The Promised Land; Israel At The Crossroads". Thank you.

Current Events In fiction story By Heidi Lovett I read End Of Days last year and I have been recommending it to everyone I know ever since. I thought the book was well thought out and very scripturally based. I really appreciated the journalistic style of the novel. I came away from the book thinking, "The end of days really could end this way..." Now, in light of current events, I need to reread the book. It is as if he wrote a news story before it happened. I would highly recommend the book to anyone who wants a realistic portrayal of how the Prophesies concerning the last days may be fulfilled. 6 of 6 people found the following review helpful. The best end time prophecy book I've ever read.

By Brian McClimans (This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.) David Dolan does an excellent job with this book. He gives a very good picture of just how things may end up in the end. Using Scripture, Dolan details how I feel things are going to end. If your looking for a good book to read on the end times, pick up this superior piece of literature.

 

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Chapter 1

Awake in the Night

"Who in the world could be knocking at our door at this time of night?" asked Sarah as she shot up in bed. The clock read 2 a.m.

"I don’t know, but they sure are persistent," replied Jonathan, scratching the day-old growth on his chin.

"I’m coming!" shouted the irritated American-born Israeli, pulling on a T-shirt.

"Honey, don’t forget to take your–"

"I won’t," said Jonathan, reaching for his loaded revolver on the top shelf of the clothes closet.

A husky voice called out his name as he switched on the front porch light of his southeast Jerusalem home. "Jonathan Goldman, this is Shimon Chai. I need to speak with you. It’s urgent." Jonathan’s heart sank. He already knew what his visitor, a forty-eight-year-old lawyer wearing army fatigues, was going to tell him.

"Shalom, Jonathan. Sorry to wake you in the middle of the night, but our unit is being called up immediately. Throw some things in a bag. An army van will be by to pick you up in about an hour."

Sarah stood listening near the bedroom doorway. One hour! The words were bullets ricocheting in her head.

"Okay, Shimon, I’ll be ready. Have any idea how many other units are being mobilized?"

"Not exactly, but I understand it’s a large-scale call-up. See you in an hour. Shalom."

The thirty-four-year-old reserve soldier carefully locked the front door and retraced his steps to the bedroom. "Princess, it was Shimon Chai from my–"

"I heard," Sarah interrupted, not wanting to waste any of the precious moments she had left with her cherished partner. "I’ll pack some things for you and then wake the children. They wouldn’t forgive me if I let you go off without giving them hugs and saying good-bye."

Jonathan gently held his twenty-eight-year-old wife. She finally allowed herself to look into her husband’s affectionate brown eyes. "The children love you so much, Jonathan, and so do I."

He softly kissed his petite partner and began stroking her long, silky, auburn hair. He was determined not to show the tinge of fear he was already feeling. Sarah could not hold back her tears. She knew the nighttime call-up meant the government anticipated war with Syria. She knew it might be the last time she would see her beloved Jonathan.

"Princess, before you wake the kids, let’s spend a few more minutes alone." Quietly closing the bedroom door, Sarah placed her arms around the waist of the only man she had ever loved.

Prime Minister Yacov Nimrod had slept only one hour when Defense Minister Rafi Hochman phoned on the secure bedroom line of his official Jerusalem residence. "Yacov, this is Rafi. I have extremely important news for you."

"Give me a minute to wake up." The groggy prime minister reached for his watch on his bedside table.

"Good grief, what time is it?" asked his slender wife as she rubbed her eyes.

"Okay, Rafi, shoot."

"It’s the Syrians. I just received a call from Tom Roberts at the State Department."

"The Secretary for Near East Affairs called you at this time of night?" interrupted Nimrod.

Hochman, a former general in the Israeli army, glanced at his notes. "Roberts says the American embassy in Damascus is monitoring unusual troop movements on the outskirts of the city. And, more ominously, there seems to be a large-scale Syrian reserve call-up in progress."

The fifty-six-year-old prime minister looked again at the face of the watch that his father had given him when he finished his army duty.

"How long has this been going on?"

"The Americans began noticing it early yesterday morning. Roberts said they didn’t want to inform us until they were completely sure."

The Israeli premier strapped his watch on his arm as he paused to gather his thoughts. "What do you advise, Rafi? Should we respond with a nationwide call-up?"

"I believe we have no choice, but I think we can get by with a partial mobilization at this point."

"Alright," responded Nimrod, rubbing his leathery eyelids. "We’ll take another look at the situation in the morning. Phone Roberts back and express my appreciation for the tip. And try to get some sleep."

"I will, Yacov. Shalom."

The portly defense minister sighed as he hung up the phone, content with his decision to order a partial mobilization even before consulting his superior.

Esther Nimrod sat up and began gently rubbing the arched back of her husband. "The Americans must not be as angry at us as you thought, Yacov," the demure mother of two said as she pressed on the muscles near his lower spine. But her thoughts were actually focused elsewhere. Wives and mothers around Israel will be bidding goodbyes to their men tonight. At least my Yacov will be here with me, even if he does have the weight of the nation on his shoulders.

"I think the president is still a bit angry, Esther," Yacov replied as his wife massaged his neck. "But he certainly doesn’t want to see the Syrians attack us. Cliff understands that a full-scale war would be devastating, to say the least, and not just for the Middle East."

Relations with the United States had been tense ever since Syrian/Israeli peace talks ground to a halt several months earlier. President Clifford Williams blamed both Mideast countries for the negotiating impasse. The assassination by Iranian-backed Muslim terrorists of Israel’s United Nations ambassador in New York–coming on the heels of an upsurge of suicide bombing attacks against Israeli civilians–had made it impossible for Nimrod to make major concessions at the peace talks. The Israeli leader was unwilling or, more accurately, politically unable to agree to Halled Hasdar’s unbending demand for a total Israeli abandonment of the strategic Golan Heights, captured from Syria in 1967. He also refused to link a withdrawal to a staged Israeli pullout from the eastern half of Jerusalem, as Hasdar had insisted.

On the other side, the Syrian leader refused to consider anything short of a total Israeli withdrawal from "every centimeter of the Golan Heights," as he often put it, and he demanded that Israel relinquish the vital plateau in a short period of time, not the three-year phased retreat proposed by Nimrod. He also resisted Nimrod’s suggestion that an Israeli pullout be linked to a staged Syrian retreat from Lebanon, where over thirty thousand soldiers had been stationed since 1976.

"I cannot quickly evacuate the Golan and dismantle our settlements up there without raising complete havoc in my country," Nimrod had explained to President Williams as the talks bogged down. "The area is strategically too vital to abandon overnight, Cliff. We get much of our fresh water from there, and our electronic listening posts on top of Mount Hermon are virtually irreplaceable. Quite a few of your own generals acknowledge that it would be military suicide for us to withdraw entirely from the area, even if you send American troops to act as a peacekeeping buffer force. And for us, Jerusalem is . . . well, Jerusalem."

"But the alternative to peace will surely be war," replied the somber president. "Don’t you trust us to keep Hasdar’s forces away from the Golan ridges?"

"Of course we do, Cliff. But I cannot agree at the same time to begin a phased pullout from the eastern half of Jerusalem, the very heart of our Jewish state, the place where our ancient Temple once stood. Many of our citizens would go crazy at the prospect of abandoning David’s ancient city. I would have civil war on my hands in no time.

"Besides, we already offered Hasdar a long-term phased withdrawal from the Golan Heights in good faith–a quite generous offer, I might add, in light of past Syrian attacks on us from there. Hasdar refused to compromise, so what can I do?"

"I realize the Syrians have been obstinate, Yacov, but the peace process must go on."

"We’re ready for it to continue, Cliff, but only if the Arabs will meet us halfway. I can’t yank thousands of Israeli Jews from their homes overnight on the Golan, and we will not turn over eastern Jerusalem to Arab control, period. The Arabs have Mecca. Jerusalem is our holiest city on earth. We will not cede control over any part of our capital city, even if Muslims around the region launch their threatened holy war."

"If my intelligence reports are accurate, they may be planning to do just that."

"That’s a risk we’ll have to take, Cliff. Israel has survived several wars already. We’re not afraid."

Jonathan slipped on his fatigues as Sarah went to wake up Tali, nearly seven, and her brother, Benny, who had just turned four. "I used to fit into these with no problem," he mused, struggling to close his waist button.

"Tali, sweetheart, wake up," Sarah whispered as she reached down and gently shook her daughter.

"What’s going on?" the sleepy girl inquired while rubbing her eyes.

"Abba has to go away for a little while," replied Sarah, pulling back strands of dark brown hair from the face of her firstborn child.

"Right now? But it’s still dark outside."

"I know, sweetheart. Get up quickly or you might miss him."

"I’m up!" she announced, springing out of bed.

Rousing Benny proved more difficult, but soon he was in his Superman slippers and standing sleepily next to his sister in the living room.

Sarah felt a tinge of pride when her handsome beau emerged from the bedroom, smartly decked out in his recently pressed army uniform. While kneeling down to hug his two blurry-eyed darlings, Jonathan winked at her like some soldier at a Saturday night dance.

"You two are so special to me!" he said as he tucked the little ones under his arms. "I’ve got to go away for a few days, but Mama will be here with you." He glanced up at Sarah and managed to smile.

He’s the most handsome man in the world, she thought as the soft light from a nearby lamp highlighted the touch of red in Jonathan’s black hair.

"Abba, why are you wearing your uniform?" asked Tali, now fully awake. "Didn’t you finish your army duty last month?"

"Yes, honey, I’ve already done my reserve time for this year. But something special is happening, and my friends need me to be with them."

"Is Uncle Eli going to be with you?" asked the freckle-nosed Benny.

"Of course, son, Uncle Eli and I are always together in the army," replied Jonathan, his face brightening at the mention of his best friend’s name.

"Abba, is there going to be a war?" asked Benny as he rubbed his tired eyes.

How do kids today figure these things out at such a young age? Jonathan wondered, thinking back to his carefree childhood in Skokie, Illinois.

"No, little one, there is not going to be a war," Sarah answered emphatically with a certainty that surprised even her.

Jonathan gave his slender wife a reassuring look. "Abba will be alright," he told the kids.

"Yes, he will," affirmed Sarah. "Now you two give Daddy a big kiss and get back to bed."

After tucking the children back in bed, Sarah returned to find Jonathan sitting pensively on the living room sofa.

"The van should be here any moment," she sighed as she snuggled into his lap.

"Yeah, I need to get going."

Sarah stroked her husband’s neck. Tears formed in her eyes. "Sweetheart, will I ever see you again?"

"Don’t talk like that, princess," he scolded, forcing back his own tears. "Whatever happens, we’ll spend eternity together with the Lord. Let’s thank Him now while we’re together for all He’s done and is going to do.

"Abba," Jonathan prayed, "Sarah and I love You. And we trust You, no matter what the future holds. Lord, I cannot hide the fear that’s inside me right now. But I can ask You to take it away and replace it with Your joy. Abba, please grant Your deepest peace to Sarah and the kids. I thank You so much for them.

"The Lord is my shepherd," began Jonathan as tears formed in his eyes. "I shall not want."

Sarah wiped Jonathan’s cheeks as she joined him in reciting the Twenty-third Psalm.

"I better wait outside, love," he said after a few moments of silence.

Before the two got to the door, a horn sounded. The reserve soldier kissed his wife of nine years good-bye. "Princess, I love you."

"And I love you." Sarah put her arms around her husband’s waist. "Be careful!" she urged as the night swallowed up her husband’s fading form.

"I will, princess, and I’ll phone as soon as I can."

"Shalom, brother!" exclaimed Jonathan as he squeezed in the waiting van next to his longtime buddy, Eli Ben-David. "Another stint in the army together!"

Eli laughed, placing his short, robust arm over Jonathan’s broad shoulders. The Jerusalem-born Israeli was his usual cheerful self. "This time, Uncle Yacov is going to let us play with real ammunition!"

"I suspect you’re right," opined Jonathan.

"How is Sarah taking this mysterious call-up?"

"It’s not so easy for us American-born Jews to get used to all this war stuff, but she’ll be okay."

"Do you think us Sabras ever get used to it, Yonni?" Eli asked, using his friend’s Israeli nickname.

"I suppose not. But at least you don’t have a wife and youngsters to worry about." Jonathan smiled at his swarthy friend. "But you have plenty of pretty females worrying about you–at least a fourth of our congregation, I suspect!"

Eli chuckled and abruptly changed the subject. "What do you suppose is going on?"

"I imagine it’s the Syrians and the situation in Lebanon." Jonathan prided himself on being well-read when it came to the Middle East. "Old Hasdar has been beating the war drums lately. I suppose our prime minister feels we have to be ready for anything."

"But why a mobilization in the middle of the night, Yonni? Slightly overdramatic, don’t you think?"

"Maybe, but don’t forget that we shot down three Syrian jets over Lebanon this past week, after those missile attacks on our northern border by Hizbullah militiamen that left four Israelis dead. Who knows, maybe another missile has hit or another plane has gone down. The situation is not good."

"And the chaos in Jordan and Iraq isn’t helping."

Eli’s thoughts drifted to an old movie he had just seen on television. "Yonni, did you ever see that film On the Beach, about a nuclear war that destroys civilization in the northern hemisphere?"

"Yeah, centuries ago when I was still in the States."

"Well, I feel a little bit like the Australians in that film. They know death is coming, yet there is nothing they can do about it. Eventually the nuclear fallout reaches them, and–"

"Come on, Eli, don’t be so morbid."

"Then I had this vivid dream the other night about nuclear war here in the Middle East. It was awful."

"Man, you’ve been staying up too late and watching too many old movies."

Despite his mild rebuke, Jonathan already thought that just such a disaster might in fact be looming.

"Yeah, I suppose you’re right," said Eli as the van stopped to pick up another soldier. The crowded vehicle proceeded north past long city blocks filled with tall, white Jerusalem-stone apartment buildings. The pink streetlights made the buildings look so soft, Jonathan thought. Yet the white light shining out of many apartment windows gave a hint that this was not an ordinary spring night.

As the van neared the northern edge of the city, Jonathan’s eyes caught a glimpse of the Dome of the Rock located on Jerusalem’s ancient Temple Mount. Bright floodlights cast a pink hue on the Muslim shrine’s golden dome.

"Do you think we’ll ever see a Jewish temple up there again?" he whispered to his buddy.

"Only God knows," replied Eli, as he gazed back at the fading Jerusalem skyline.

Yacov Nimrod spent most of the night tossing in bed. As the sun began to rise behind the Mount of Olives, he got up and walked over to gaze out of his bedroom window. That old, gnarled tree has survived many generations, he thought as he focused his eyes on the twisted trunk of an olive tree in the yard. And so have we. Nimrod turned back toward the bed just as the phone rang.

"This is President Williams’s office in Washington with a call for Prime Minister Yacov Nimrod," a female voice drawled in a southern accent.

"Speaking."

"Good morning, sir, I’ll put the president on."

"Yacov, this is Cliff Williams. They tell me it’s 5:30 in the morning there. Sorry to wake you so early."

"I wasn’t sleeping, Cliff," Nimrod said as he sat down on the bed. "How are you and your wife and children?"

"Probably doing better than yours," responded the American leader. "Yacov, I’ll get right to the point. We have word from our folks in Tel Aviv that you’re mobilizing your reserves. Is that correct?"

They don’t miss a thing, thought Nimrod.

"Yes, Cliff, but only partially at this stage. Our region has been tense since that dogfight with Syrian jets over Lebanon earlier this week. And the recent action in Iraq hasn’t helped things either, nor the Palestinian terror attacks."

The president glanced at a situation report on his desk. "I understand why your pilots bombed those Hizbullah bases. Those Muslim fundamentalist fighters have been attacking your settlements across the border with increasing ferocity, haven’t they?"

"They have. In the last week alone we’ve lost eight soldiers on the ground and four civilians along the border. By the way, thanks for the tip from Damascus. You understand we have to match Hasdar’s call-up."

"I understand," Williams quickly replied. "And I have some related news for you. Our satellites show heavy Syrian troop movements toward your border. We’ve also spotted unusual activity in Lebanon and at Syrian air bases and at their Mediterranean port of Latakia."

He’s forgotten we launched our own spy satellite last month, thought Nimrod.

"Thanks, Cliff. It confirms yesterday’s pictures from our Ofec Seven satellite. I’m afraid Hasdar is serious about a showdown."

"I forgot about your Ofec, Yacov. Sorry," Williams responded, annoyed that his aides had not reminded him. "I think you may be right about Hasdar, and I want you to know that you have the full backing of the United States if Syria attacks. But," the president paused, "Congress and the American people may not understand if you make the first move. Things are pretty tough here right now, and taxpayers don’t want to spend money helping anyone, not even Israel."

"I understand, Mr. President. But you understand, as a leader sworn to defend your own country, that I can’t just sit back and let an enemy attack us. Shamir may have sat out Saddam’s Scud strikes on our cities because America requested it, but Syria poses a far greater threat."

"I realize that, Yacov, and I think most Americans do, too. I’m not going to sit here in Washington and try to quarterback your present situation. I’m only urging caution and restraint. We both know how ugly this thing could turn out to be."

"All I can promise you," said a grave Nimrod, "is that we’ll do our best to avoid conflict. War is the last thing we want–or need."

The two leaders said good-bye, and Nimrod phoned his cabinet secretary. "Pinkas, this is Yacov. Arrange a top-secret cabinet meeting for eight o’clock this morning," he directed. "We have some urgent business to discuss."

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