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As a happily married husband and proud father of a nine-year-old son, the last thing attorney Will Chambers wants on his hands is a religious apocalypse. Will defends a Christian convert from Islam against charges of causing a religious riot. When the attorney next hears from his client, Gilead Amahn, the self-styled prophet is under arrest. The top of Jerusalem's Temple Mount has been bombed into rubble, and Amahn is accused of having incitedby his fiery street preachinga terrorist cult to do it. Now the lawyer must uncover both the evidence and the key truth about his client's "mission." And further, Will must also make a final judgment about his role as a husband, a father...and a man.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers
Date de parution	01 janvier 2005
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736960427
Langue	English

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HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
All Scripture quotations are taken from the New King James Version. Copyright 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
Cover by Left Coast Design, Portland, Oregon
Cover photo by Peter Steuart/The Image Bank/Getty Images

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
THE LAST JUDGMENT
The Chambers of Justice series
Copyright 2005 by Craig Parshall
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Parshall, Craig, 1950-
The last judgment / Craig Parshall.
p. cm. - (Chambers of justice ; bk. 5)
ISBN 978-0-7369-1292-1 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-6042-7 (eBook)
1. Chambers, Will (Fictitious character)-Fiction. 2. Christian converts from Islam-Fiction. 3. Petroleum industry and trade-Fiction. 4. Muslims-Crimes against-Fiction. 5. Attorney and client-Fiction. 6. Billionaires-Fiction. 7. Terrorism-Fiction. 8. Jerusalem-Fiction. 9. Cults-Fiction. I. Title.
PS3616.A77L37 2005
813 .54-dc22
2004015416
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Dedication
To Bob Kaminsky, former Director of New Tribes Bible Institute and lifelong missionary to South America, who imparted the gospel of Jesus Christ to me and introduced me to the hope of things to come.
Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
About the Author
The Chambers of Justice Series
Acknowledgments
As the last in the Chambers of Justice series, this novel has brought me full circle in a sense. Geographically, it begins in the pastoral landscape of Virginia-as did The Resurrection File, the first installment in the series-but ends, as did that first novel also, in the turbulent, evocative, inscrutable city of Jerusalem. Between those two distant points there were many miles and many people who helped create this story along the way.
My thanks go to Rabbi Berel Wein in Jerusalem, noted Jewish historian and founder of The Destiny Foundation (and also a fellow lawyer). He took the time to share an intriguing insight about the Golden Gate in the Old City. Because the reader is not only taken on a side trip to Cairo, but also on a mini-exploration of a slice of Egyptian history, I appreciated the expertise I received from Dr. Walid el Batouty, Egyptologist and Cairo resident. Paul Gossard, once again, did a great job as my editor.
Michael Friedson (another lawyer!) and his wife, Felice, of TheMediaLine.org, Americans transplanted to Jerusalem, have been a constant source of accurate Israeli information, Middle Eastern current events, geopolitical savvy, and wonderful friendship.
Amnon ( Nony ) Shpak, in my humble estimation the best Israel tour guide of all, is owed so many thanks-of course for his personal excursions with my wife, Janet, and me-but also for the laughter we share when the three of us are together, as well as his generosity of heart. Eitan Sasson, of Unitours, has always been a first-rate friend and consummate travel connection between where our feet are and where our hearts always yearn to be.
But because this is also a story about how a trial lawyer and his wife navigate their way through an obstacle course of life s events, it couldn t have been told without my wife, Janet. She will recognize our travels-from the hazy mountain vistas of Virginia to driving the streets of Cairo, walking amid the ancient stones of Jerusalem, and even avoiding sniper fire in Gaza. But more than that, may she see that even a legal thriller is no match for the thrill of our life of love together.
1
In the Near Future
T HE POLICE WERE RESTRAINING the tightly packed, screaming mass of people. There was a palpable feeling that something was about to give way. Like a flood tide stressing cement and steel, the undulating human wave was pressing against the police barricades. Nervous state and federal agents had their hands poised over their sidearms and nightsticks. Gas masks dangled from their belts. Behind them, a riot squad, armed with tear gas guns, stood rigid.
The small army of sheriff s deputies, state police, and federal agents had formed a protective ring around the angry, surging mob. But their line was being strained by hundreds of protestors. Many of them were screaming, red-faced, against the bloody Butcher - the Sheikh of slaughter. Several of the women wore buttons bearing pictures of victims of the World Trade Center attack, as well as of the Wall Street bombing and the port and mall bombings that had followed in the years later.
The police had separated these protestors from the other group-the one with signs demanding Tolerance for All Religions, and even-handedness and free speech for Arab-Americans, and calling for an investigation into American War Crimes Against Muslims and denouncing U.S. and Israeli Atrocities.
The two separate knots of protestors and their law-enforcement restrainers were on the perimeter of the sprawling compound of the Islamic Center for Cultural Change, situated in northern Virginia about twenty miles off the Washington beltway. The shoving and pushing and the screaming of profanities and threats were going on at the fringe of the property, out near the highway.
Amid the confusion and anger, some of the deputies were still trying to figure it all out.
I thought they weren t going to invite this sheikh bozo to come and speak one sheriff s deputy at the protest line shouted out to a fellow deputy.
They weren t. They supposedly uninvited him.
What happened?
He showed up anyway.
How does a guy like that-somebody who says that Osama bin Laden was a hero, get into this country anyway? Why didn t INS stop that scumbucket at the border?
But before his partner could respond, a protestor broke through the line and began running, an American flag flying behind, toward the Islamic Center buildings.
The two deputies lit out after him. He dodged. They chased. After a moment or two of head fakes, turns, and twists, and while one of the groups cheered him raucously, the man was tackled.
Don t let the flag touch the ground! someone in the protest group cried out.
The deputies held the man down and rapidly zipped his wrists together behind his back with heavy-duty nylon ties.
Fifty yards away, along the front doors of the Islamic Center-within the portico of the pink-stoned building, with its graceful Persian arches and the towering minaret in the background-a dozen private security personnel walked nervously back and forth, eyeing the mobs from a distance. They would pause occasionally listening through their earpieces to the proceedings taking place inside the cavernous auditorium.
Within the Great Hall of the Prophet, as it was called, every red velvet seat was taken.
In the upper deck, a hundred additional Muslim visitors were standing, straining to catch a glimpse of the notorious glorious mufti.
Sheikh Mudahmid was at the podium. He was a man in his late sixties with a deeply lined face and a jet-black beard that reached down to mid-torso. He wore a gray-and-white robe with a white turban.
He had just finished his address. Now he was basking in the thunderous applause.
But here and there, in the pockets of shadow in the auditorium, there were a handful of voices. Questioning. Dissenting. They were whispering. But audible.
The sheikh surprised the audience by agreeing to take questions from the floor. When the Muslim clerics in the high-backed chairs behind him jumped to their feet and assured him this was not necessary, the sheikh waved them back to their seats with a slow, confident wave of his right hand. He turned back to the audience.
He was in absolute control. He feared nothing.
One cleric approached the floor microphone and asked a question that keyed into a statement the sheikh had made in his speech.
Allah be praised, the man from the floor intoned quietly as he began. I want to seek your wisdom. What you said, about the possibility of jihad regarding the American-Israeli Incest as you called it-do you mean a personal jihad in our devotion to Allah and Muhammad his Prophet, and our per