Olive Trees & Armageddon

Spurned by the heroine, my secondary hero flees New Orleans for Israel to discover his Jewish roots. Injured in a bombing, he sits with the secondary heroine, leaning against an ancient olive tree in the Garden of Gethsemane, and tries to make sense of things he has seen and heard. Later, with his US Air Force training, he flies in the Six-Day War. Will he ever go back to New Orleans and the woman he left behind?

Obviously, the story takes place in the not-too-distant past. I guess it would be considered a Modern Historical.

Visiting Israel a few years ago, our tour group had lunch at a cafeteria where we carried our styrofoam containers outside and sat on the grass on the slope above, would you believe, Megiddo.

The site of Armageddon. The Valley of Jehoshophat. The Final Battle.

One of the group read from the book of Revelation as we ate our sandwiches and surveyed the scene and savored the contrast between peace and styrofoam, and the future war with blood up to the horses' bridles. Yes, horses.

There are many schools of thought about when that will or did take place. It's not a matter of salvation, and not agreeing shouldn't be a matter of not fellowshipping.

That said, I'm of the school of thought that it's in the not-too-distant future.

We're told to "Pray for the peace of Jerusalem," but we know there will be no lasting peace until the return of the Prince of Peace. And things seem to be falling right into place.