Chapter 11            Whew!

      Harold and Phoebe just sat for a long time, she nestled against his shoulder. They were both obviously completely drained of energy.

     "Whew", Phoebe finally ventured, "can you beat that for an evening".

     "Not your run of the mill quiet  evening out to dinner", Harold agreed.

     Harold looked at his watch, "9:38", he said, "let's get back to the hotel and see if we can get caught up on the news -- you know, we haven't heard anymore about the Hoover Dam Quake -- it was rather washed under the table with all the other activities here".

       "Actually", Phoebe said, "we haven't had any contact with the outside world for several days -- since the quake here pretty much wiped out outside communications."

       "That's right", Harold mused, "we do have some catching up to do -- let's go".

      On their way out, Harold tried to pay the bill, only to find  that Jacob had already taken care of it.

     "That was a great dinner", Harold said, "at least I think it was."

     "Yes", Phoebe interjected, "I know what you mean -- we could have all been eating alfalfa hay and wouldn't have known the difference", she laughed.

     "I know one thing", Harold ventured as they walked out into the balmy  night air, "this has been another eventful evening --  for sure”.  As they sauntered the two blocks back to their hotel they were  wondering what the morrow would hold.

     "I'd venture to say that it will be fantastic", Harold said, "you know, honey, they are due back with the Tabernacle tomorrow evening and along with the praise and tumult they will initiate the assembly of the Tabernacle right away -- you can bet on it!"

     "Don't you think this will stir them to also initiate several other things?", Phoebe questioned.

     "You are probably right on the money there, honey", Harold beamed, "Wouldn't be a bit surprised if the whole set of dominoes weren't triggered by this".

      "Then you do feel we will see at least the Land divided and the   Passover schedule confirmed?", Phoebe exclaimed excitedly.

     "Yes", mused Harold rather pensively, "and I've got a sneaking suspicion we will be seeing more of `the whole house of Israel' too".

     "Do you think", Phoebe queried, "that there will be a lot of verbal interchange between the Resurrected ones and the Knesset  leaders -- or will it be a rather unilateral `let's do it this way' kind of thing?"

     "Probably more the latter", said Harold, "but it depends upon the mind sets encountered, and how strong the coalition against King David, et al has grown -- really,  only time will tell".

    "Do you realize", said Phoebe, "this is the end of only our 4th 'vacation' day -- can you really believe that?"

     "Not really", Harold conjectured, "this has definitely been one for the books".

      "Yes", rejoined Phoebe, "really one for The Book, wouldn't you say?"

     "You are right about that, honey -- and without doubt now, we have seen some very pointed verifications. No objective `critic' could deny these landmark milestones of fulfilled prophecies."

     "Since when did objectivity become a criteria for the critic to use?", probed Phoebe.

     "That is a good point too ", Harold noted, "we can't expect everyone to really see, -- ever -- although it seems so plain to us! -- there will ever be a contest -- Satan just won't let anything go too smoothly."

     As they entered the hotel, they ran right into Rachel, with Sam and Sadie.

     "We have been sharing and rejoicing over our new relationship with our Messiah, our Lord, even Jesus", Rachel blurted out.

     "Yes", Sam interjected, "we have been reading The Word and just felt lonely to see both of you."

     "That's right", verbalized Sadie as she gave Phoebe and Harold an affectionate hug, -- "and we felt we must express thanks to you two again tonight for being God's tools so effectively in our lives".

     "You know", Rachel interjected, "we just can not believe everything that has happened to us and to Israel these last few days -- literally keep pinching myself to be sure I'm not dreaming".

     "It is exciting", said Phoebe, "and even more has happened tonight while we were with Jacob for dinner".

     "Oh", squealed Rachel, "what happened -- tell us before we pop!"

     "Honey", Phoebe nudged Harold, "can you give them an overview?"

     "I'm not sure I can stay coherent", Harold quipped, "but I'll try. --- first, Jacob called us to discuss these things -- we met for dinner and reviewed all the scriptures and inter-relationships as we see them occurring.  We didn't leave anything out --"

     "You mean", Rachel softly squealed, "you even told him about our Savior being The Messiah, and all?"

     "That's right", parried Harold, almost ducking the inevitable shrill squeal so characteristic of Rachel's enthusiasm, "but, he has made no decision -- yet, he is very with the program and alert to get the Knesset on the ball, and to see that God's will and way is given free reign. -- we all need to pray for him, that God will truly use him, and of course, that he will find the Savior soon."

     "Young people", Phoebe interrupted, "as much as we love you and your enthusiasm, we are almost out on our feet -- we must get some rest in preparation for tomorrow."

     "That is also correct", chided Harold, -- "we'll see you for breakfast at 8 a.m. at the Little Jerusalem Restaurant like we planned -- until then, God bless you richly as you fellowship with Him and together."

     They all exchanged hugs and 'Shaloms' as the Monroe's slipped away to go to their room.

      Sam and Sadie walked arm in arm down the street with Rachel, seeing her home.  At Rachel's apartment they went in to enjoy a brief time of prayer together.

     Sam thought to himself how strange this was for him, he had always been stand-offish to anything approaching personal involvement like this, but now he felt drawn, yes compelled he thought, to have a part.

     "Sam", Rachel ventured, "you are the man here, why don't you lead us in a time of prayer and praise before you dear guys have to go!"

     "Ok", Sam said, just about 'blowing Sadie off her feet" in this unexpected turnabout of venue for Sam.  "Thank you Lord Jesus for entering my life -- for entering me! Thank you for being so patient with me -- and for your great plan for Israel that we are privileged to see more and more. Thank you Father! Thank you Lord Jesus! Thank you Father for giving us the Holy Spirit of promise, that we might have your leading and instruction.  We are full of your praise Father, our hearts are literally singing, we want to be used of you Lord!  Thanks, too", Sam continued, "for letting us meet the Monroe's -- thank you for using them to lead us to yourself.  I guess, Father, that had better be it for tonight -- In Jesus wonderful name, AMEN"

     "Thanks Sam", said Rachel, "you certainly expressed my feelings too."

     "Yes", echoed Sadie, "and I think the Lord is building me a really great spiritual leader in you Sam -- Praise His Holy Name."

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