Nicolae: The Rise Of The Antichrist (36 page)

Hattie looked frustrated. “So, you think I’m here to get preached at.”

“We’re not going to preach at you,” Amanda said. “From what I understand, you know where we stand on the things of God as well.”

“Yes, I do,” Hattie said. “I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I guess I have a decision to make about this pregnancy, and it was foolish of me to drag you into it.”

“Don’t feel like you have to leave, darlin’,” Loretta said. “This is my house, and I’m your hostess, and you might risk offendin’ me if you were to leave too early.”

Hattie looked at her as if to be sure Loretta was teasing. It was clear that she was. “I can just as easily wait at the airport,” Hattie said. “I’m sorry to have put you through all this inconvenience.”

Buck wanted to say something but knew he couldn’t communicate at this level. He looked into the eyes of the women, who intently watched their guest. Finally, Chloe stood and walked behind Hattie’s chair. She put her hands on Hattie’s shoulders. “I have always admired and liked you,” she said. “I think we could have been friends in another situation. But Hattie, I feel led to tell you that I know why you came here today. I know why you followed my dad’s advice, though you may have done it against your will.

Something tells me your visit home was not successful. Maybe they were too practical.

Maybe they didn’t give you the compassion you needed along with their advice. Maybe hearing that they wanted you to end this pregnancy was not what you really wanted.

“Let me just tell you, Hattie, if it’s love you’re looking for, you came to the right place. Yes, there are things we believe. Things we think you should know. Things we think you should agree with. Decisions we think you should make. We have ideas about what you should do about your baby, and we have ideas about what you should do about your soul. But these are personal decisions only you can make. And while they are life-

and-death, heaven-and-hell decisions, all we can offer is support, encouragement, advice if you ask for it, and love.”

“Yeah,” Hattie said, “love, if I buy into everything you have to sell.”

“No. We are going to love you anyway. We’re going to love you the way God loves you. We’re going to love you so fully and so well that you won’t be able to hide from it.

Even if your decisions go against everything we believe to be true, and even though we would grieve over the loss of innocent life if you chose to abort your baby, we won’t love you any less.”

Hattie burst into tears as Chloe rubbed her shoulders. “That’s impossible! You can’t love me no matter what I do, especially if I ignore your advice!”

“You’re right,” Chloe said. “We are not capable of unconditional love. That’s why we have to let God love you through us. He’s the one who loves us regardless of what we do.

The Bible says he sent his Son to die for us while we were dead in our sins. That’s unconditional love. That’s what we have to offer you, Hattie, because that’s all we have.”

Hattie stood awkwardly, and her chair scraped the floor as she turned to embrace Chloe. They held each other for a long minute, and then the entire party moved into the other room. Hattie tried to smile. “I feel foolish,” she said, “like a blubbering schoolgirl.”

The other women didn’t protest. They didn’t tell her she looked fine. They simply looked at her with love. For a moment Buck wished he was Hattie so he could respond.

He didn’t know about her, but this sure would have won him over.

“I’ll get right to it,” Peter Mathews told Carpathia. “If there are ways we can help each other, I want to know what you need. Because there are things I need from you.”

“Such as?” Carpathia asked.

“Frankly, I need amnesty from One World Faith’s debt to your administration. We might be able to pay back some of our allotment someday, but right now we just don’t have the income.”

“Having trouble selling off some of those surplus church buildings?” Carpathia said.

“Oh, that’s part of it, but a very small part. Our real problem lies with two religious groups who not only have refused to join our union, but who are also antagonistic and intolerant. You know who I’m talking about. One group is a problem that you caused yourself by that agreement between the Global Community and Israel. The Jews have no need for us, no reason to join. They still believe in the one true God and a Messiah who’s supposed to come in the sky by and by. I don’t know what your plan is after the contract runs out, but I could sure use some ammunition against them.

“The other bunch are these Christians who call themselves tribulation saints. They’re the ones who think the Messiah already came and raptured his church and they missed it.

I figure if they are right, they’re kidding themselves to think he’d give them another chance, but you know as well as I do they’re growing like wildfire. The strange thing is, a whole bunch of their converts are Jews. They’ve got these two nuts at the Wailing Wall telling everybody that the Jews are halfway there with their belief in the one true God, but that Jesus is his Son, that he came back, and that he’s coming back again.”

“Peter, my friend, this should not be strange doctrine to you as a former Catholic.”

“I didn’t say it was strange to me. I just never realized the depth of the intolerance that we Catholics had and that those tribulation saint-types have now.”

“You have noticed the intolerance too?”

“Who hasn’t? These people take the Bible literally. You’ve seen their propaganda and heard their preachers at the big rallies. There are Jews buying into this stuff by the tens of thousands. Their intolerance hurts us.”

“How so?”

“You know. The secret to our success, the enigma that is One World Faith, is simply that we have broken down the barriers that used to divide us. Any religion that believes there’s only one way to God is, by definition, intolerant. They become enemies of One World Faith and thus the global community as a whole. Our enemies are your enemies.

We have to do something about them.”

“What do you propose?”

“I was about to ask you that very question, Nicolae.”

Rayford could only imagine Nicolae wincing at Mathews’ referring to him by his first name.

“Believe it or not, my friend, I have already given this a great deal of thought.”

“You have?”

“I have. As you say, your enemies are my enemies. Those two at the Wailing Wall, the ones the so-called saints refer to as the witnesses, have meant no end of grief for me and my administration. I do not know where they come from or what they are up to, but they have terrorized the people of Jerusalem, and more than once they have made me look bad. This group of fundamentalists, the ones who are converting so many Jews, look to these two as heroes.”

“So, what conclusion have you come to?”

“Frankly, I have been considering more legislation. Conventional wisdom says you cannot legislate morale. I happen not to believe that. I admit my dreams and goals are grandiose, but I will not be deterred. I foresee a global community of true peace and harmony, a Utopia where people live together for the good of each other. When that was threatened by insurrection forces from three of our ten regions, I immediately retaliated.

In spite of my long-standing and most sincere opposition to war, I made a strategic decision. Now I am legislating morale. People who want to get along and live together will find me most generous and conciliatory. Those who want to cause trouble will be gone. It is as simple as that.”

“So, what are you saying, Nicolae? You’re going to wage war on the fundamentalists?”

“In a sense I am. No, we will not do it with tanks and bombs. But I believe the time has come to enforce rules for the new Global Community. As this would seem to benefit you as much as it would benefit me, I would like you to cooperate in forming and heading an organization of elite enforcers, if you will, of pure thought.”

“How are you defining ‘pure thought’?”

“I foresee a cadre of young, healthy, strong men and women so devoted to the cause of the Global Community that they would be willing to train and build themselves to the point where they will be eager to make sure everyone is in line with our objectives.”

Rayford heard someone rise and begin pacing. He assumed it was Mathews, warming to the idea. “These would not be uniformed people, I assume.”

“No. They would blend in with everyone else, but they would be chosen for their insight and trained in psychology. They would keep us informed of subversive elements who oppose our views. Surely you agree that we are long past the time where we can tolerate the extreme negative by-product of free speech run amok.”

“Not only do I agree,” Mathews said quickly, “but I stand ready to assist in any way possible. Can One World Faith help seek out candidates? train them? house them? clothe them?”

“I thought you were running short of funds,” Carpathia said, chuckling.

“This will only result in more income for us. When we eliminate the opposition, everyone benefits.”

Rayford heard Carpathia sigh. “We would call them the
GCMM
. The Global Community Morale Monitors.”

“That makes them sound a little soft, Nicolae.”

“Precisely the idea. We do not want to call them the secret police, or the thought police, or the hate police, or any kind of police. Make no mistake. They will be secret.

They will have power. They will be able to supersede normal due cause in the interest of the better good for the global community.”

“To what limit?”

“No limit.”

“They would carry weapons?”

“Of course.”

“And they would be allowed to use these to what extent?”

“That is the beauty of it, Pontiff Mathews. By selecting the right young people, by training them carefully in the ideal of a peaceful Utopia, and by giving them ultimate capital power to mete out justice as they see fit, we quickly subdue the enemy and eliminate it. We should foresee no need of the
GCMM
within just a few years.”

“Nicolae, you’re a genius.”

Buck was disappointed. When it came time to run Hattie back up to Milwaukee, he felt little progress had been made. She had a lot of questions about just what it was these women did with their time. She was intrigued by the idea of Bible studies. And she had mentioned her envy of having close friends of the same sex who seemed to really care about each other.

But Buck had been hoping there would have been some breakthrough. Maybe Hattie would have promised not to have an abortion or broken down and become a believer. He tried to push from his mind that Chloe might get the idea of taking and raising as their own the unwanted baby Hattie was carrying. He and Chloe were close to a decision about whether to bring a baby into this stage of history, but he hardly wanted to consider raising the child of the Antichrist.

Hattie thanked everyone and climbed into the Range Rover with the women. Buck implied he was going to take one of the other cars back to the Global Community Weekly office, but instead he drove to the church. He stopped on the way for a treat for his friend, and within minutes he had gone through the labyrinth that took him to the inner sanctum of Rabbi Tsion Ben-Judah’s personal study chamber.

Every time Buck sneaked into that place, he was certain that claustrophobia, loneliness, fear, and grief would have overcome his friend. Without fail, however, it was Buck who was warmed by these visits. Tsion was hardly gleeful. He did not laugh much, nor did he offer a huge smile when Buck appeared. His eyes were red, and his face showed the lines of the recently bereaved. But he was also staying fit. He worked out, running in place, doing jumping jacks, stretching, and who knew what else. He told Buck he did this for at least an hour a day, and it showed. He seemed in a better frame of mind each time Buck saw him, and he never complained. That afternoon Tsion seemed genuinely pleased to have a visitor. “Cameron,” he said, “were I not living with a heaviness of soul right now, certain parts of this place, even its location, would be paradise. I can read, I can study, I can pray, I can write, I can communicate by phone and computer. It is a scholar’s dream. I miss the interaction with my colleagues, especially the young students who helped me. But Amanda and Chloe are wonderful students themselves.”

He greedily joined Buck in their fast-food snack. “I need to talk about my family. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Tsion, you may talk about your family with me anytime you want. You should forgive me for not being more diligent in asking.”

“I know you, like many others, wonder if you should bring up such a painful subject.

As long as we do not dwell on how they died, I am most pleased to talk about my memories. You know I raised my son and daughter from the ages of eight and ten to fourteen and sixteen. They were my wife’s children from her first marriage. Her husband was killed in a construction accident. The children did not accept me at first, but I won them over by my love for her. I did not try to take the place of their father or pretend I was in charge of them. Eventually they referred to me as their father, and it was one of the proudest days of my life.”

“Your wife seemed like a wonderful woman.”

“She was. The children were wonderful too, though my family was human just like anyone else. I do not idealize them. They were all very bright. That was a joy to me. I could converse with them about deep things, complicated things. My wife herself had taught at the college level before having children. The children were both in special private schools and were exceptionally good students. Most important of all, when I began to tell them what I was learning in my research, they never once accused me of heresy or of turning my back on my culture, my religion, or my country. They were bright enough to see that I was discovering the truth. I did not preach at them, did not try to unduly influence them. I would merely read them passages and say, ‘What do you deduce from this? What is the Torah saying here about qualifications for Messiah?’ I was so fervent in my Socratic method that at times I believe they came to my ultimate conclusions before I did. When the Rapture occurred, I immediately knew what had happened. In some ways I was actually disappointed to find that I had failed my family and that all three of them had been left behind with me. I would have missed them, as I miss them now, but it also would have been a blessing to me had any of them seen the truth and acted upon it before it was too late.”