Authors: Craig Parshall
In the end, Susan Solomon admitted confusion about the whole incident. Whether the prosecution had really gained
ground with their cross-examination was unclear to Will and Nigel. But Samir Zayed's grinning exhuberance at the end of the day left no doubt how he was feeling about his capital case against Gilead Amahn.
The two lawyers then met with Bill and Esther Collingwood, who had attended the day's proceedings. Having missed the prosecution's case and Will's cross-examinations, they were confused about the evidence. But it was not confusion that their faces expressed. It was grief. They were stunned that the case was still progressing against their sonâ¦and from what they had seen in court, the prosecution's case seemed to be gaining momentum.
Nigel urged them not to judge the whole case by one day's testimony. And Will stressed that the defense still had crucial evidence to presentâparticularly Gilead's.
“He looks just awful,” Esther lamented, ignoring what the two lawyers had just said. “Doesn't he, Bill? He looks just miserable. He's lost weight. There are dark circles under his eyes, and no spark in them.”
Her husband had to agree. Then he said he knew Will and Nigel were doing their best, and they would leave them alone to prepare for the next day's testimony.
They worked late. Then Will caught a cab back to the hotel and trudged up to his room. He lay down on the bed for just a moment, but fell asleep in his clothes. Court was to convene at one in the afternoon the next day, which would leave him free to travel over to the jail and spend the morning with his client, going over his anticipated testimony.
The bright Jerusalem sunlight would break into Will's room far too soon the next morning. The end of the case was approaching. He had to keep pushing. Keep praying. Not give up.
And somehow, he needed to convince Gilead Amahn of the same thing.
W
ILL SPENT SEVERAL HOURS
in the tiny jail conference room, preparing Gilead for his testimony. His client was hesitant and tired, and was having problems focusing his thoughts. The stress of the months of imprisonment and his concern over the trial and the looming possibility of a death sentence had been wearing him down.
“One thing I wanted to clear up.” Will glanced down at his notes. “When you visited Jerusalem last year, you said you took a side trip to Jordan. Exactly where did you go?”
Gilead looked at his lawyer blankly. “What did you say?”
“Gilead, I know you're under a lot of pressure, but you're going to have to focus.”
Will repeated the question.
“Wellâ¦I visited my namesake.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Gilead region on the east side of the Jordan Riverâ¦my mother named me after it.”
“That's interesting. Tell me about that.”
“My mother visited there with her family when she was a teenager. She said, having grown up in a flat, desert part of Egypt, she found the Gilead region so beautifulâ¦mountains and trees and streams. She always remembered that tripâwanted to return some dayâbutâ¦wellâ¦never got the chance⦔
His voice trailed off as he remembered his mother.
“You know,” Will said gently, “it must have been hard for youâno that's not the right word. Horrendousâdevastatingâto see your mother burned to death in front of your own eyesâand you, being just a boy. My Andyâ¦I think what it would be like for him to see thatâ¦I can't imagine it.”
Gilead nodded, took a deep breath, and continued.
“It wasâ¦I was just numb for so longâthen the hate and anger started building up. I was a handful for my father. Then we moved to America and he came to Christ, and we started going to church together, and then I accepted Jesus into my heartâand things started changing. Slowlyâ¦and then faster and more decidedly, I had this feeling that my mother's death could not have been in vain. Her martyrdom for the Lord Jesus at the hands of the Muslims there in Cairo had to have been for something. I felt that God was picking me to deliver the message to the same people who killed her.”
“I can understand thatâ”
“OnlyâI felt that I was to be bold. No matter what the costâ¦or the risk.”
“Do you think you were right?”
Gilead's face was troubled.
“I believe I was called to preach the gospel to the Muslims. I believe God loves me and saved me through Christ. And that His Word is powerful and perfect. Butâ¦beyond thatâ¦I have so many questions now⦔
He couldn't speak for a few seconds. So Will gently intervened.
“You were telling me about how your mother named you after the Gilead region⦔
Gilead nodded.
“When I went there last year, I went up on one of the mountainsâa quiet place with a beautiful vista. I sat under a tree, and I had my Bible with me. I read JeremiahâI think it was chapter eightâGod is giving his message to Israel through His prophet. And the Lord is quoting the people who are saying, âThe harvest
is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved!' Then God replies, âIs there no balm in Gilead, is there no physician there?' The Gilead area had this famous medicineâthis special balm that could heal all kinds of sickness. But the people just wouldn't go there to get healed. So I thought to myselfâ¦
If people won't go, then I will go and bring the healing balm of Jesus to themâ¦
”
His voice cracked a little. “When I was up there on that mountain I thought of my mother, and I just cried like a baby.”
“You said you are dealing with some questions now,” Will prompted quietly.
The young man lifted his head and looked deeply into Will's eyes.
“Maybe it's lack of faith. Or because I had so little discernment. I let myself get surrounded by members of a cultâ¦they urged me onâ¦meanwhile, I didn't realize they were just using me as a front for their plansâ¦to murder all those peopleâ¦so much death and destruction⦔
“And you're blaming yourself?”
“I'm now doubting almost everything about my ministry. Maybe none of this would have happened if I hadn't decided to fly to Cairoâ¦to try to reach the city for Christâ¦the same people that had persecuted my mother. Maybe things would have been different. And if that's trueâthen everything I tried to do is turning to dust⦔
Gilead had his face buried in his hands.
Will leaned forward and grabbed his client's arm, speaking to him in a voice filled with quiet intensity.
“I'm thinking about this one particular prophet of Godâfor a while, fabulously successful. And then one day he found himself arrested and thrown into this dank, foul dungeon. He probably looked back at his life, much as you have. At one time his preaching along the Jordan River had attracted huge crowds. Everybody came. Peasants. Royalty. Soldiers. You know who I'm talking aboutâJohn the Baptist. He had spoken powerfully,
pointing the way to the appearing of Jesus, the Promised One. Throngs of disciples had followed him.
“But then one day Jesus publicly appears. And they all start following Jesus. And John turns around, and the next thing he knows, his followers have dwindled down to nothing. And then King Herod throws him into prison. So, before they execute himâremember how it goes?”
Gilead looked up into Will's face.
“John in the dungeon, and he starts questioning,” Will continued, “whether Jesus is the Oneâand John's disciples carry his doubts from his prison cell to where Jesus is preaching. And Jesus gives him the answer and tells them to take the message back. And the message for John is very simpleâthat the blind are seeing, the lame are walking, and the poor are having the gospel preached to them. That's the message. God's plan is being carried out. He is in control. His love is at work.”
Then Will looked into Gilead's eyes and asked his last two questions of the day.
“So, what you have to ask yourself is this. Has the saving message of Christ been preached through you? And if it hasâthen are you willing to trust the rest to God?”
G
ILEAD
'
S DIRECT EXAMINATION WENT WELL
. He looked rested and confident as he answered Will's questions. He vehemently denied any knowledge about the true theological agenda of Louis Lorraine, Yossin Ali Khalid, or any of the others who had befriended him in Jerusalem.
He was, he said, guilty only of naïveté in trusting those who turned out to be fiends rather than friends.
But Samir Zayed's cross-examination was cutthroat.
“Do you mean to say that you were just a poor, naïve little boy who got caught up with the wrong bunch?”
“I lacked discernment,” Gilead answered, “but I had no intent to be part of their awful plotâ”
“But you admit to visiting the al-Aqsa Mosque the year before⦔
“Yes.”
“And then it is bombed.”
“Yes.”
“You hold these so-called Bible-study meetings with the Knights of the Temple Mountâand they end up being terrorists and murderers?”
“I did not know thatâbut my answer to your question is yes.”
“You preach on the streets of Jerusalem about Jesus predicting the rebuilding of the Temple of the Jews as a sign of His Second Comingâand you add that the Muslims will have to be removed
from the Temple Mount for that to happenâand thenâBANG! Explosions rock the Temple Mount at your very signal.”
“I did not intend to give any such signalâ”
“But the Knights of the Temple Mount took it to be a signal⦔
“I could not read their minds.”
“No, but you knew their plans⦔
“No, never.”
“Why did you accept their adulation as their promised messiah, the reincarnated Caliph al-Hakim?”
“I never believed I was any such thingâ”
“Then why, after the explosions, did you hop in a cab and go to the famous Golden Gate and enter the city through that newly opened gateâthe gate through which the promised messiahâas everyone knowsâis supposed to enter Jerusalem upon his return?”
“I was driven thereâ¦there was gunfireâ¦I was simply running for my life.”
“But you got into the taxicab driven by a member of the Knights of the Temple Mount, who drove you directly to the Golden Gate.”
“It seems planned, I knowâ¦but I was just running for my life⦔
“Coincidenceâ¦after coincidenceâ¦after coincidenceâMr. Amahn, how many coincidences do you believe that this tribunal will accept before they find you guilty and sentence you to death?”
Gilead paused only an instant before he answered.
“Just as many as God allows.”
Zayed waved his hand, scoffing and dismissing Gilead's testimony with contempt.
Will returned to the podium.
“About the Golden Gateâyou are a student of Scriptureâwhere does it say that Jesus will enter the city through that gate?”
“It doesn't,” Gilead answered. “I talked to several Bible scholars and some very learned rabbis when I visited Jerusalem last year.
About the walls of the city, and the various gates and so forth, and their history. I was told that the business about the messiah returning through the Golden Gate is not mentioned in the Torah or the Midrash either, or in any other of the Jewish writingsâ¦apparently it is more of a legend, I guess.”
Will sat down.
Zayed returned once more to the podium.
“You consulted with Christian scholars about the Golden Gate?”
“Yes.”
“And consulted with Jewish rabbis about the Golden Gate?”
“Yes, I did.”
“You showed a very great interest in that gate for someone who says he was not planning to enter through it himself, pretending to be some kind of messiah.”
“Just a historical interest, nothing more than that.”
“Then why,” the prosecutor demanded, “did you not put the same question to a
Muslim
cleric as well?”
Gilead thought for a moment, then answered hesitantly.
“I'm not sureâ¦I don't know⦔
“Well, I know,” Zayed said scornfully, “and I think that the members of this tribunal know the answer to that as well.”
As the Palestinian prosecutor finished his examination, Will surveyed the judges for some glimmer of sympathy for Gilead's side of the story.
But scanning their faces, he found none.
“W
HILE AT THE
FBI, I
SPECIALIZED
in what you might call domestic terrorismâ¦both homegrown groups that used violence, like white-supremacy groups, and cells in the United States that were suspected of being part of international terror networks.”
“You investigated the use of explosives in crimes of violence?”