Stones of Fire

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Unable to stop what had become almost compulsive behaviour, Stan MacFarlane again glanced at the innocuous-looking shipping container on the other side of the tower room.

Before permitting the Ark to be packed for transport, he’d spent hours gazing upon it. Awestruck. For someone accustomed to the severe austerity of a Baptist church, the Ark had about it an almost pagan beauty. From the fierce pair of winged cherubim mounted on the gold lid to the strange and incomprehensible symbols incised on all four sides, it spoke of an ancient and holy heritage. A time when Moses led the Hebrew children to the land promised to them by God.

Anxious, he pushed his folding chair away from the camp table and reached for the pair of night vision goggles. He walked over to the opening on the other side of the circular room. The tower had once been used by the Knights of St John to monitor sea traffic. Tonight it served the same purpose, Stan watching for the luxury yacht that had set sail from Israel earlier in the week. Owned by Moshe Reznick, Knesset member and co-founder of the Jerusalem-based Third Temple Movement, the yacht would briefly anchor in the bay, pick up its precious cargo then return to Haifa. From there, the Ark would be transported to Jerusalem. Stan and Gunnery Sergeant Boyd Braxton would accompany the Ark on its sea voyage. The rest of his men would fly into David Ben-Gurion Airport, Christian tourists making the pilgrimage to Jerusalem.

The yacht was due to arrive within the hour.

There were many who would argue that the rediscovered Ark should be placed in a museum, but there was only one place for it, the place ordained by God, the yet-to-be-built third temple in Jerusalem. Once constructed, this would stand for a thousand years. As foretold by the prophet Ezekiel. Stan’s allies, the Third Temple Movement, were Jews who fervently believed in the prophecies of Ezekiel, certain that from the ashes of the great Battle of Gog and Magog, a new Messiah would emerge.

While some Christians despised the Jews for having killed Christ, Stan knew that Jesus had himself been a Jew. As had been his parents. And all his forebears. Each and every member of the original Church had been a Jew. The Jews were the Chosen People, the custodians of the first and second temples, the original guardians of the Ark of the Covenant. And in the great battle to come, the Jews would prevail, fulfilling the destiny envisioned for them by Ezekiel.

Hearing a high-pitched chime emanate from his laptop, Stan lowered the night vision goggles and walked back to the table.

Praise be. The much-anticipated email from his comrades at the Third Temple Movement.

Seating himself in front of the laptop, he quickly pulled up the message and opened the attachment.

‘It’s beautiful,’ he whispered, examining the architectural blueprint for the third temple forwarded to him. ‘Absolutely beautiful.’

Based on the precise description given by the prophet Ezekiel — cubits converted to feet and inches — the temple would be constructed on the same parcel of sacred land where the first and second temples once stood. When completed, it would rival the beauty of even Solomon’s fabled marvel.

Only two more days.

Two days until Eid al-Adha. The Muslim day of sacrifice. There would be two million Muslims gathered at Mecca. And when those two million infidels learned that the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem had been destroyed, they would take up arms against Christians and Jews. To become the fierce and blood-thirsty army of Gog. As foretold by the prophet Ezekiel.

A battle between good and evil would ensue.

But this time the crusaders will be victorious.

With the destruction of the gaudy and heathenish Dome of the Rock, the children of God would finally be delivered from Islamic tyranny, the gold-plated shrine built on the exact site where Solomon’s Temple once stood. For the first time in eight hundred years the Temple Mount would again be a place of holy worship.

Obliterating the Dome of the Rock from the Jerusalem skyline had been planned to the last detail, the Muslims having actually simplified the task. For years now the Islamic caretakers of the Temple Mount had turned a blind eye to a two-hundred-yard-long bulge in its southern wall. With the help of a few carefully placed IEDs, the ancient wall would come tumblin’ down, bringing with it the newly built al-Marawani Mosque constructed on the southern end of the Temple Mount. In the ensuing chaos his demolition experts would be able to set a ring of high-explosive charges around the exterior perimeter of the usually closely guarded Dome of the Rock.

The infidels will never know what hit them.

With the second explosion, the path would literally be cleared for the construction of the third temple.

Only then could the Ark of the Covenant be returned to its appointed place within the Holy of Holies. Only then could the Ark become the vehicle through which heaven and earth become one. And only then could a new covenant be made between man and God, paving the way for a holy kingdom that would prosper for a thousand years. A true theocracy where non-believers would be judged swiftly and harshly. One Christian nation under God.

‘Sir, the sentries just made their rounds and have given the all-clear.’

Stan glanced at Gunnery Sergeant Boyd Braxton, who stood in the doorway. The sitrep did little to allay his fears. So far the lanky Englishman had proved a worthy adversary, somehow managing to kill two of his best men. While certain that Aisquith had no way of knowing the Ark had been brought to Malta, he couldn’t forget that the man had done what many before him had tried and failed to do — he had found the Ark of the Covenant.

‘Keep me posted.’

Snatching the night vision goggles, Stan walked over to the window. Elbows braced on the limestone sill, he returned his gaze to the sea.

One if by land, two if by sea.

He chuckled, amused by the thought. Like Paul Revere, he was about to launch a revolution. One of biblical proportions.