The Gatekeeper

By Janice Ross

Hector Kanelos loves his life. As groundskeeper (aka gatekeeper) for the Martins’ estate on beautiful Jekyll Island, Georgia, he has found a place to belong and people he loves. His loyalty and commitment to the family are without question, and Michael Martin felt no misgivings when he asked Hector to safeguard the most important secret he and his wife, Andrea, would ever have.

For twins, Lissa and Lani Martin, growing up on Jekyll Island was just about perfect. Now at the age of twenty, as they are ready to begin their junior year of college, Lani’s life takes a different turn as she responds to God’s call to move to Israel and dedicate her life to serving his chosen people. Soon after, Lissa finds herself caught up in an exciting friendship with a handsome doctor whose presence in their lives ultimately brings unexpected blessings.

Both at home and across the ocean, the challenges the entire cast of characters face in the coming months are potentially life-changing, demanding complete faith in God to bring healing to the broken, restoration to shattered relationships, and forgiveness for yesterday’s failures. Through it all, Hector helps the family shoulder their burdens as if they were his own while fighting his own demons and memories of a war long forgotten by most.

From the picturesque beauty of Jekyll Island, Georgia, to the distant biblical heartland of Israel, The Gatekeeper is a heartwarming poignant story of love, compassion, and forgiveness with the amazing conclusion that one life well-lived can make a difference to so many.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685708344

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New Beginnings

Declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times the things that are not yet done, saying, My counsel shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure.

—Isaiah 46:10 (KJV)

1

Melania (Lani)

Twenty years later—Judean Desert, Israel

It was another hot summer morning in Israel, and Lani Martin was glad she had dressed in cool layers. The tour bus on which she was riding was traveling just above the speed limit, rapidly making its way south, away from Jerusalem through the stark barrenness of the Judean hills to the ruins of Masada, the massive mountaintop fortress of King Herod. Situated high above the Dead Sea, Masada was an impressive sight, and even without the palace ruins, Lani had always believed it would have been a fantastic tourist attraction on its own. Add incredible history to the unbelievable beauty of the surrounding mountains and desert, and it became a place that offered unparalleled opportunities for a daydreamer’s imagination to run wild.

Strolling through the grounds always made Lani wonder what it might have been like to have lived here, perhaps as a child, during the time of King Herod. It had been designed to be his safe haven and, as such, provided everything that would have been needed by him and his household—enormous storage facilities for food and livestock, a synagogue, several palaces, and even its own water system. Most impressive to Lani were the steam baths where several large sections of original floor tiles still remained intact. It had been surprising to see firsthand the ingenuity and inventiveness that were commonplace during the first century. The more she learned about Israel’s history, the more she came to understand that the twenty-first century had no monopoly on brilliance and creativity.

Lani leaned against the window with a contented sigh as a deep sense of peace and rightness settled over her. Bottom line, she loved Israel and everything connected with it. She loved its history, its beauty, its people, and especially the role they played in the Bible. But more than that, she loved the fact that Israel had been the birthplace of Jesus, her Lord and Savior. Deep in her heart, she knew that was the key to her preoccupation with the country.

Ever since she and her twin sister, Melissa, whom they called Lissa, had learned about Moses and the Hebrew children in Sunday School, she had discovered an insatiable hunger to know more about this promised land and why God wanted his people, the Jews, to have it. Later, after she became a Christian, she came to know deep in her heart that somehow her life’s work would involve Israel. That sense of direction had since been confirmed in many ways and had recently culminated in her acceptance of a summer job as assistant tour coordinator with the Shaliah Travel Agency, a proven leader in the tourism industry in Israel. If things went as planned, she hoped to attend Hebrew University and remain in Israel indefinitely.

Her eyes drifted across the aisle to her boss, tour leader Barb Caswell, who was chatting with their guide, Zach Keller, a young Israeli in his last year of grad school. With a major in Israeli antiquities and Middle Eastern history, he was more than qualified to guide the forty-five passengers through the myriad of holy sites scattered throughout the country. Lani had already confirmed that he was a Christian. Not that she had asked him directly but rather that she had overheard a conversation between Zach and Gil Larson, one of the men on the tour.

It happened on the first day during a visit to the Cana Wedding Chapel, the site of Jesus’s first miracle where he turned water into wine. Gil had pulled Zach aside and asked if he really believed the miracle had happened, to which Zach replied, Absolutely. I would never doubt anything the Bible says and certainly not a miracle that Jesus performed. If you’ve read the story, you know that the wine Jesus made was far superior to the wine served at the beginning of the feast. It was the custom to serve the best wine first and the cheaper, more plentiful wine later in the evening. This miracle was symbolic of the fact that old ways—meaning the Law—would be replaced with something new, something much better.

Lani smiled as she remembered the conviction in Zach’s voice and especially what he said next.

You know, Gil, the Bible says that after the disciples saw this miracle, they believed in Jesus. Seems it opened their eyes to the truth. If you’re having doubts, I hope you will let what you see and hear this week open your eyes and your heart. Ask the Lord to make it real to you. You may be surprised at what will happen. And remember, any time you have questions, feel free to ask. That’s what I’m here for. Then Zach had extended his hand, which Gil accepted without hesitation. The two had smiled and moved apart to explore different areas of the old church.

It gave Lani a warm feeling toward Zach to know that he cared about the man and his faith or possibly his lack of faith. He obviously was in the guide business for reasons other than a paycheck. She was intrigued and hoped she could find a way to engage him in conversation in the days ahead. About that time, Zach must have sensed she was watching him because he took his eyes off Barb and looked directly at her, giving her a pleasant smile. Embarrassed that she had been caught staring, she smiled back and quickly turned to look out the window, confident that her face was now quite pink. Even though Zach was a handsome man and was probably accustomed to having women gaze at him, Lani didn’t want their relationship to take a personal turn. She simply admired the way he did his job and wanted to learn from him.

Up until this week, Lani’s days had been spent in front of a computer as she coordinated travel arrangements with Shaliah’s tour leaders. She was always on call to lend a hand when one of the assistants was absent, and that is what happened earlier this week. Her friend and coworker, Rachel, had an emergency appendectomy on Sunday, and Lani was chosen to fill her position as Barb Caswell’s assistant until she returned to work in about three weeks. Lani had worked with Barb before and admired her professionalism, her commitment to her job, and her sense of style. She somehow managed to look cool yet fashionable, even on the hottest of days, and Lani attributed it to her short hair, large sunglasses, and lightweight clothes. As with Zach, she knew Barb could be a valuable mentor, and she planned to learn all she could from both.

Through the bus window, Lani saw acres of majestic palm trees, their limbs swaying in the hot desert breeze. Just beyond, she could see Masada rising majestically high above the plain as if taking command of all that fell within its sight. With a surge of happiness from deep inside, she thanked God for allowing her to live out her dream of serving him in this beautiful, wonderful country—truly God’s Holy Land.

According to their schedule, they would spend about two hours at Masada before boarding the bus for a stop at the Dead Sea and then on to Jericho for lunch and shopping. When the bus pulled into the parking lot, a park attendant was waiting for them. Barb disembarked to speak with him and make arrangements for the purchase of tickets. Momentarily, they boarded the bus together. After shaking hands with Zach, he turned to address the travelers.

"Shalom, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Joel, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to the beautiful Masada National Park. If this is your first visit to the area, I know you will be amazed at what you will see. The views from the top of the mountain are spectacular. Unbelievable beauty surrounds us, just as God created it, from the salt deposits on the Dead Sea to the colorful striations of the highest mountains. As you relive the history that has taken place here, I believe you will better understand the great pride that we, the Jewish people, have in our land. Our blood stains this very ground. My friend, Zach, will share some amazing stories with you as you move through the ruins.

Now, just ahead, you see our Visitors Center where you will find restrooms and our gift shop. There is also a theater adjacent to the gift shop where a short film about Masada and its history is shown continuously. The film takes about ten minutes, and I strongly recommend you take time to watch it. From there, Ms. Barb will direct you to the cable car station where we will board one of two cars and ride to the top of the mountain, a height of 1,500 feet above the level of the Dead Sea. Quite an exciting experience in itself. He smiled broadly, nodded to Barb, and then said, If there are no questions, I’ll get your tickets and meet you at the cable car station in twenty minutes. Joel stepped from the bus and headed to the Visitors Center.

The next twenty minutes passed with a flurry of activity as the group followed their instructions, finding the restrooms, shopping, and watching the film. Since no one wanted to miss the cable car ride, everyone was ready and waiting when Joel rejoined them. There was a high level of excitement in the air, but the group listened closely to Joel’s instructions about boarding and exiting the cable car as safety was clearly an issue.

When the cable car stops, you will exit on the right side and follow me, single file, as we walk along the bridge to the Snake Path Gate. Once we are inside the park, I will turn you back over to Barb and Zach for the remainder of the tour. And, now, enjoy the ride.

Lani was responsible for ensuring that no one in the group wandered away, got lost, or fell too far behind, so she usually stayed near the back and rounded up any wanderers. Their group consisted of both old and young, most of whom were physically active and well able to keep up, but a few of the older people liked to move more slowly, taking photos and soaking in their surroundings.

For over an hour, they followed Zach and Barb over the hard dry red earth, moving from one incredible site to another. Everyone marveled at the ruins as they slowly made their way to a covered arbor where Zach was scheduled to give a brief history lesson. When Lani’s group arrived, most of the seats were already taken, but with a few moves, everyone was soon comfortably seated, enjoying the shade and refreshing breezes. Lani hurried to assist Barb in distributing bottles of cold water, passing Zach as he made his way to the front of the group. She was surprised when she heard her name and even more surprised when she realized it was Zach who was addressing her.

Hey, Lani. Listen, do you happen to have some tape in your bag? I need to display these maps and can’t find mine. Everyone always joked about the vast array of necessities Lani routinely carried in her large shoulder bag, and Zach had obviously overheard the chatter.

Hi, Zach. As a matter of fact, I think I do. She turned to head to the back row where she had left her bag. She quickly found it and retrieved a fat roll of clear tape. Proudly holding it up with a smile, she asked, Will this work?

I believe it will. Looks perfect. Zach reached out for the tape and smiled again. Thanks, Lani. I owe you one.

Lani waved him away and again headed toward Barb who was just closing up the cooler. Hey, Barb. Sorry I couldn’t get over in time to help with the water.

Barb laughed and said, Yes, I noticed that you were otherwise occupied, but that’s all right. I think we’re all watered and ready to rest for a few minutes. Want to sit with me? Barb turned and cleared some handouts from the only two remaining seats, making room for herself and Lani.

Sure. I love Masada, and I’m anxious to learn more about it.

Barb nodded her head in agreement. Me too. No matter how many times I come here, I’m always intrigued. It is definitely a place with a personality of its own, and I’m sure it would have many stories to tell, if only these old walls could talk. Barb laughed and started fanning herself with a brochure.

When he finished displaying his maps, Zach stepped up to a somewhat rickety wood podium. Looking out across the group, he smiled and began his presentation.

Let me ask you—what do you think of Masada so far?

Exuberant handclapping and expressions of amazement gave the answer he expected. Now that he had everyone’s attention, he continued, "Masada is a Hebrew word for fortress or stronghold. As Joel mentioned, the plateau where we are now is 1,500 feet above the Dead Sea. Just over the cliff on your left, on the eastern side, is a straight drop-off to the Dead Sea. On that same cliff, there is a narrow path called the Snake Path. The only other way up is a path on the western side.

"Barb has already given each of you a handout provided by Masada National Park. I hope you will take time to read it because it will provide details about Masada which I don’t have time to cover now. I do, however, want to touch on a few highlights that will help you understand why Masada is revered as a symbol of Jewish heroism and why this mountain’s name is so appropriate.

"The first thing I want to mention is that in 1000 BC, David fled to this mountaintop while being pursued by King Saul. I encourage you to read Psalm 18:2 tonight as you envision David hiding on this mountaintop, praising God as his strength and his deliverer. He knew the Lord was with him even in this remote place. It is important to note that the beautiful rugged scenery you see around you has remained unchanged for many millennia, primarily due to the fact that the harsh environment of the Judean Desert offered no incentives for development. The magnificent views you see today are just as David saw them over 3,000 years ago.

"During the first century, King Herod the Great recognized Masada for the natural fortress that it was and built a magnificent palace complex in the classical Roman style. Your brochure describes the impressive architectural design of the palaces and luxurious bathhouses. Additionally, there were well-stocked storerooms, buildings, and provisions for livestock as well as a sophisticated water system. Massive walls provided further protection for Herod and his family.

"What I have just told you is interesting and important from a historical perspective, but the real significance of Masada to people of Jewish heritage occurred during the Jewish revolt against the Romans. The Romans had established a small garrison at Masada, and in AD 66, a group of Jewish Zealots led by Elazar ben Ya’ir attacked the garrison and defeated the Romans. The Zealots settled here and, over the next two years, were joined by many Jewish families seeking shelter after the fall of Jerusalem and destruction of the Temple in AD 70. For two more years, they were able to withstand Roman attacks and held their ground. But in AD 72, the Roman governor became determined to eliminate this resistance and sent the Tenth Legion, a detachment of 15,000 soldiers and auxiliary units, including a number of Jewish prisoners of war.¹

Once they got here, the Romans found that conquering the Jews and taking the mountain would be no easy task. They were unable to breach the wall on the east side and finally built a long, broad assault ramp against the western side, using thousands of tons of stones and earth supported by timber beams. Next, they built a giant siege tower with a battering ram. Day by day, their hammers rang out, and the Jews on the mountaintop knew that with each passing hour, the Romans were getting closer. They lived daily in anticipation and fear, knowing that the ultimate confrontation was near. With every waking moment, they could hear the enemy drawing closer, their voices bellowing commands to powerful horses and Jewish prisoners, their hammers making deadly strikes against the wooden timbers. Finally, the tower was completed, and they laboriously moved it up the completed ramp. They were successful in breaking down the stone wall of the fortress. What they then found was another wall, but they were unable to break it down with the battering ram, so they destroyed the wall with fire and planned to enter the next day. The expression on Zach’s face indicated he felt the pain of the Zealots’ defeat.

"According to the historian, Josephus,² the group of one thousand or so Jews on the inside knew they had reached the end, and on that night, Elazar told them that a glorious death was preferable to a life of infamy. Sadly, they decided to kill themselves rather than fall into the hands of the Romans. Each man killed his wife and children, then the men drew lots and killed each other until the last man set fire to everything and killed himself. In the morning, the victorious Romans entered the fortress and initially only found dead bodies. Later, they discovered two women and five children who had survived the mass suicide by hiding in a cistern."

A hush had fallen over the crowd as they listened, clearly touched by the sad reality that had taken place on the mountaintop so long ago. Zach took a deep breath and continued, "Ever since Moses led the Hebrews out of Egypt in search of the land of milk and honey, our people have had to fight for possession of the land the Lord promised to our father, Abraham. Our blood runs deep in these canyons, these valleys, these gorges, and even today, our blood stains our streets, our sidewalks, and our very homes. Our enemies today are much more dangerous than the Roman soldiers because they seek to control our minds, what we believe, and the God we serve.

The Jewish people have always wanted a home in a peaceful land. One day, those of us who are Christians will find that home and eternal peace when Jesus returns to earth and sets up his kingdom in the very land upon which we stand. So, you see, for me, Masada is more than just a beautiful mountain with amazing views. It is a place that embodies the spirit of the Jewish people and is a symbol of our struggle between oppression and liberty. This plateau—this mountaintop—was home to the Jews who died here, but they lost it to greedy men. Today, I stand with Jews all over the world and say we can’t ever let it happen again. Zach looked around the crowd, nodded, and said Thank you for your time. If you have any questions, I’ll be glad to discuss them with you.

Lani was captured by Zach’s passion as he brought the events of thousands of years ago to life. Listening attentively to the story, she could almost hear the stamping of the Roman soldiers’ horses as they approached the encampment and the ring of their hammers against solid rock as they built a ramp up the side of the mountain. And finally, the chill of fear as the last of the Jewish inhabitants tried to hide, with all but a few ultimately committing suicide and murder rather than risking capture.

As Zach ended his presentation, Lani reluctantly felt herself drawn back to the present and wondered if everyone else had been as touched as she. The facts Zach presented had been interesting and educational to be sure, but it was more than that. His voice had been mesmerizing, ringing with sincerity and evident love for Israel, its heritage, and its people. As he described struggles his countrymen had endured, it was as though he identified with their heartache and pain in an intimate way.

Everyone applauded, and Barb went to the podium to outline activities for the rest of the day. As she finished, most of the group were already standing, ready to see the rest of Masada, all except Lani. She wasn’t ready to break the spell. In the few short minutes Zach’s voice had held her captive, her mind had changed. Clearly, she thought, I am smitten. Sadly, for the rest of the season, her daily challenge would be to ensure that no one—especially Zach—knew of her growing respect and admiration for this most fascinating young man.

Before she finished sorting out her thoughts, Barb came by and tapped her on the shoulder. Come along, missy! Before we leave, I want you to make some photos of the group to use in next spring’s travel brochure. I asked Zach to pick several of the best locations for backgrounds, and then we’ll ask a few of our travelers to step in. I want the shots to look relaxed and natural and as realistic as we can make them.

Great! I’ve already made several magnificent shots you might be interested in. I’ll show them to you later after we have finished everything. You know, I wish I had made one of Zach addressing the group. That would have been a realistic shot for the brochure, don’t you think?

Barb laughed and looked at Lani with a questioning look on her face. I don’t know…maybe so. Let’s see what Zach says about it. Barb looked past Lani at Zach who was approaching from behind.

What Zach says about what? Zach smiled at the two of them as he waited on an answer to his question.

Including you in Shaliah’s new spring brochure. We want all the shots to be realistic, and Lani suggested including a shot of you at the podium. I actually think it is a good idea because we could capitalize on the fact that not only does Shaliah take our visitors to all the important sites, but we also teach them about the significance of each location.

Makes sense, although I was certainly not expecting that. I just love being part of these tours. It gives me a chance not only to grow in faith but also do two things I enjoy most: talk about Israel and meet new people. His eyes involuntarily shifted toward Lani and then back to Barb. If you’re ready, I’ll show you the locations I’ve selected.

I’m ready. We need to get this done quickly and be on our way. Ready, Lani? Looking back at Zach, Barb explained, Lani is our photographer-in-training this week, so we’ll let her do her thing today.

Zach smiled as he looked at Lani loaded down with her camera bag, supersized tote, a bottle of water in one hand, and a floppy hat in the other. Yes, I can see that she looks like she is ready for action. Can I help carry something, Lani? Your camera, maybe?

That would be great. Thanks. The extra lens makes it a little heavy. Lani gladly handed over the camera bag and added, Masada has always been one of my favorite places on the tour. The views here are simply amazing.

Zach smiled and commented, I couldn’t agree more, so let’s get started. Follow me.

For the next forty-five minutes, the threesome moved from one spectacular view to another, capturing the beauty of the surrounding area, incorporating all that was the essence of Masada—its impressive size, significant remains, and most identifiable landmarks. Lani was surprised to find that she felt very much at ease as she, Zach, and Barb worked in concert to produce photographs that would do justice to such an amazing place. In the end, she felt they accomplished their goal.

As she put her camera back in its case and prepared to leave, she commented, I can’t wait to see these shots, especially the distant mountains with their colorful strata. Should be beautiful! She was on her knees and looked up, eyes sparkling in anticipation. Zach didn’t miss either the sparkle or her overall beauty but tried to respond without giving himself away.

Even so, he found himself smiling as he replied, I’m sure they’ll be terrific! Looking around, he added, Where did Barb go? We should be heading out if we want to stay on schedule. If you see her, would you tell her I’ll be waiting at the gate? I’ll steer others in that direction as I go.

Lani was standing now, wearing her floppy hat, with her tote and the heavy camera bag once again hanging from her shoulders. Good idea. I’ll circulate and get the troops headed that way. She saluted as if in response to a superior officer, smiled, and marched away.

Zach just stood in place, shaking his head, thinking that Lani was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, and he found himself more than a little curious about her. Common sense warned him that he should be careful; keep it professional. He was convinced that was undoubtedly the safest route, but deep inside his heart, he wondered if Lani might be that special friend he had been praying for so long. He sensed something very extraordinary about this beautiful dark-haired young woman.

Life had not always been easy for Zach, but his trials had only strengthened his faith, and he lived each day with the assurance that God was in control of his life. With the warmth of God’s love filling his heart, Zach smiled as he strolled toward the gate, comforted in knowing that he didn’t have to worry about his tomorrows. They were held securely, lovingly, in the Father’s hands.

2

Zach

Jerusalem, Israel—316 Carmel Street

The deafening roar of machine guns shattered the nighttime stillness on a quiet residential street in Jerusalem. Moments later, the front door of Zach’s family home was split apart by men whose faces wore a mask of evil. Loud blasts of gunfire suddenly exploded in the hallway outside Zach’s bedroom door as his mother and two sisters screamed in sheer terror! Paralyzed with fear, the little boy couldn’t breathe—he couldn’t move! He prayed, God, please help them! Help me! Their heart-wrenching screams soon ended, leaving an eerie silence of death, carnage, and fear.

Zach awoke with a jerk, cold sweat pouring from his body, and then came the tears—tears that never seemed to end, no matter how many years passed. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and held his head in his hands. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped from the end of his nose as he tried to get control of his emotions. Over ten years had passed since his family had been murdered in one of many residential terrorist attacks in Jerusalem, yet the nightmares continued. He felt sure he too would have been killed if he had not hidden at the top of his closet, far back on a shelf in a place too dark for the attackers to see. At the age of twelve, he was still small enough and quick enough to hoist himself up to his secret hiding place, a place so secret even his mother had never found it.

Ever so slowly, Zach’s breathing returned to normal, but in place of the fear he’d felt in the nightmare, he now felt a devastating sense of loneliness that cut deeper than any pain he had ever known. How he longed for freedom from the nightmares and memories of that horrible night! He fell to his knees, and with ragged breaths, he spoke in a whisper as he prayed:

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for you are with me; Your rod and your staff, they comfort me (Ps. 23:1–4 NKJV).

As the words tumbled from his lips, he felt the warmth of God’s love covering him like a blanket from head to toe, comforting him with a depth of compassion and understanding that left no doubt as to its source. Minutes passed, and Zach remained on his knees, communing with the Father, trusting the Holy Spirit to pray the prayers he didn’t have words for. When he finished praying, he rose to his feet and lifted his eyes and hands, praising God for never leaving him alone.

It had been a long time—too many lonely years of living without his mother, without his sisters. The attackers had left his dad for dead as he lay bleeding, crumpled near the lifeless bodies of his wife and daughters, but he had survived. Today, he walked with a slight limp but had no other lingering physical effects of being shot twice in his right leg and once in his stomach. He didn’t say much about it, but Zach knew that he too had suffered bad dreams and depression from time to time.

Zach’s entire family had converted to Christianity about three months before the attack, and he felt sure that was the reason for such a violent display of hatred. No individual or group had ever stepped forward to claim responsibility for the shooting rampage that included three other homes on the same street. They too were Jewish families who had recently converted to Christianity.

Zach was taken that night to live with his grandfather, a Jewish rabbi, and when his father was released from the hospital, he joined them. Poppy was still in good health then and had taken the two broken sparrows under his wing, giving them food, shelter, and all the love in his heart.

Since that life-changing night, Zach had learned that strength comes through adversity and that God can use any circumstance to mold and shape his children into vessels of service. He could have been bitter, angry at God, but deep in his heart, he knew that wouldn’t change what had happened. Over time, as he grew older and learned more about the political climate of Israel, he began to understand the reasons for the attack, though he did not agree with them. And now, ten years later, he had finally been able to forgive those who had caused his family such loss and sorrow. He prayed that they too might find forgiveness and new life in Jesus Christ.

As Zach crawled back into bed, he remembered another Bible verse that always brought comfort and reassurance that he was not alone: Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever (Ps. 73:25–26 NKJV).

Through the past ten years, he had found that the Lord truly was the strength of his heart. From the ashes of his loss, he had found new life in Jesus Christ, his Messiah, his Savior. Nothing else could have sustained him and given him the courage to make a meaningful life for himself. Every need had been supplied, and now he stood on the threshold of completing his education. If all went as planned, within the next year, he would complete coursework for a master’s in Middle Eastern studies. He thirsted for more knowledge of Israel, the Middle East, and the Arabic nations. How they interacted with each other and with the United States was especially interesting to him. He sensed that the world was moving toward the time when Jesus would return to earth, and he wanted to be able to understand the Scriptures and interpret the signs of the times. But above all, he wanted to follow God’s will for his life.

Zach felt as if his mind—his very thoughts and ideas, his dreams, and his goals—were being fashioned by the hand of the Lord. There was no other way he could explain how a simple Jewish boy had been given the opportunities he had to obtain the best education any Israeli could want. There was no other way to explain the burning desire in his heart to unravel the mysteries of God and his love for the Jewish people and their homeland.

It was this love for the land that had drawn him to the part-time job at Shaliah Travel. He knew he would be surrounded by people who shared his interests, and at the same time, he hoped he could give tourists a deeper understanding of the Bible and the holy sites they would visit. Thinking about his job seemed to always lead to thoughts of Lani. He smiled as he thought about her love for Israel and the comments she had made about knowing since she was a child that her life’s work would somehow involve Israel. True to his word, he was making every effort to remain professional any time he was around her, but the truth was that he often found himself looking for her or thinking of something he wanted to tell her or wanting to point out an especially beautiful landscape.

Just thinking about her made him feel more content. In a few minutes, he was able to relax and fall asleep as he imagined the two of them dancing the night away under the starlight on the mountaintop plateau of Masada.

Two weeks had passed since Rachel’s appendectomy, but due to an infection, she was unable to return to work as scheduled, and Barb had asked Lani to remain indefinitely in her position. This morning, as Zach and Barb waited for Lani in a coffee shop near the Shaliah office, Barb explained the situation. She confidentially told Zach that Lani had become a valuable member of her team. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and she somehow managed to infuse the travelers with a passion for Israel that Barb had never seen in any of her other assistants. She related that when Lani was part of the tour, everything just seemed to flow more smoothly. Her love for the Lord was evident, and the travelers seemed to hunger for the kind of relationship with God that she had.

Without comment, Zach just nodded in agreement. Barely stopping for breath, Barb continued to sing Lani’s praises until she saw the young woman herself coming through the coffee shop door. Barb waved, and Lani headed in their direction. They were seated in a booth near the back to allow more privacy. Today’s meeting was in keeping with a tradition Barb had started years before of bringing the team together for a time of fellowship and prayer before each tour.

Barb slid to one side and greeted her friend and coworker, Good morning, Ms. Lani! Sit here with me. She patted the seat beside her, and Lani scooted in.

Good morning! She smiled at both Barb and Zach. How are you two this morning?

Both answered simultaneously, We’re good…we’re good. And then everyone laughed.

Wow! It’s great to see you both in such a good mood this morning. Lani looked at both Zach and Barb and realized how much she had come to respect and care for both of them, not only as coworkers but as trusted friends.

Just then, the waitress returned to refresh their coffee and take breakfast orders. Once that was completed, Barb reached out her hands to Zach and Lani and said, Let’s join hands and ask a special blessing on this tour as we offer thanks for our food. I’ll start, but then I want each of you to feel free to express whatever is on your heart, whatever you want to bring before the Lord this morning. Let’s pray.

For a few moments, there was silence as the three sat very still with hands joined together, humbling themselves before the Lord. Then with a soft voice, Barb began, "Dear Lord, El Shaddai, God Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth, we come before you on this beautiful morning to thank you for the breath of life that you have placed in each of us. We thank you for the opportunity to serve you by serving others, especially those who travel very far to visit this wonderful country.

Dear Lord, we pray for your blessings on this tour, that it might bring a season of renewed faith and understanding of your Holy Word, not only to our visitors but to Zach, Lani, and me as well. Let us be your voice, your hands, as we go out into the countryside, just as you did, Lord, and take our visitors to the places you walked, talked, and shared the Gospel of the kingdom. And wherever we go, let the words of our mouths and the meditations of our hearts be acceptable in your sight.

Zach continued, Dear Lord, our Elohim, we know that all things are under your control, and we pray for your mercy as we travel roads that can sometimes hold unseen dangers. We pray that your Almighty hand will protect us. Go before us, Lord, and make crooked things straight and remove any obstacles that would prevent us from a safe, blessed tour. We pray for an outpouring of your Holy Spirit as we minister to those you send our way. Be in our midst each day as we fulfill the work you have given us. We embrace this opportunity and take joy in serving you every day of our lives.

Lani’s heart was overflowing with assurance that the Lord was with them and heard every word that had been uttered. Her voice was just above a whisper as she prayed, Lord, we bless you, we praise you, and we honor you for who you are—King of kings and Lord of lords—and we worship you today. We thank you for loving us and for sending Jesus to die on the cross for the sins of the world. We thank you for the call you have placed on each of us to be your instruments in telling the world that Jesus saves, that heaven is real, and faith can move mountains. Here in this land, where it all began, we pray for a time of enlightenment and blessings. Thank you for loving us, Lord, and for supplying our needs, even when we don’t know what to pray for. We ask you to bless the food we are about to receive, and we thank you for all the ways you provide for us each day. In Jesus’s name. Amen.

Just as they finished, the waitress appeared with plates filled with omelets, fruit, and warm bread. As they ate, each of them contemplated the thoughts and desires expressed in their prayer.

Barb smiled at Zach and Lani and said, I am so thankful for the two of you. I have never had a team that I felt closer to and had more confidence in, and that is such a blessing!

Lani’s eyes misted as she replied, Barb, what a sweet thing to say.

Zach simply said, Thanks, Barb.

Then Barb became more serious. You two seem to bring out the best in people, me included, and you have made my job so much easier. Big crowds no longer frustrate me as they used to. Now I just see them as a greater opportunity to serve God in the few days we have with them. Visiting the Holy Land is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for most of these people, and their enjoyment of the trip depends to a large extent on how well we do our jobs.

Zach added, Not only their enjoyment but their understanding of what they see and how it relates to the Bible and to Jesus’s ministry. I want them to see the Bible come alive as they are able to connect the dots, so to speak.

Lani nodded in agreement. You never know what kind of people God will bring our way and how he may use us. I want to feel that I’ve made a difference in someone’s life. She was quiet for a few moments and then added, That’s why this is more than just a job to me.

Zach was first to respond, And that’s why you are so good at it! I’ve watched you, Lani, and I have seen God’s love shine through in things you do, the way you treat people. You are a natural for this job, and I mean that sincerely.

Thank you, Zach. That is so kind of you. She found herself looking deeply into Zach’s eyes and was rewarded with a big smile. Somewhat embarrassed, she added, I just try to do and say what I feel the Lord wants me to.

Barb watched the exchange with interest and said, We all do, Lani! And we can’t ever stop because that is when we will fall.

When they were ready to leave, Barb said, I don’t know what it is, but I feel that this tour is going to require a lot of prayer and good communication between the three of us. I know there is a lot going on politically, so let’s just keep our eyes and ears open and keep everyone safe while following our routine. If you two are ready, let’s head on out to the airport and meet our new best friends!

3

Melissa (Lissa)

Jekyll Island, Georgia, USA

It was a glorious morning with a sky so clear and blue it almost hurt to look at it. The warm sea breeze caressing the face of Lissa Martin carried with it the smells of the ocean and just a hint of her coconut-scented suntan lotion. Summer break was almost over, and in just a few short weeks, she would be returning to the University of Georgia as a junior in premed. But for now, she simply wanted to take advantage of one more unencumbered day in the sun on the open upper deck of her father’s yacht, the Melandré.

In the dining room below, her parents directed preparations for a fundraising luncheon with state legislators and doctors from the local medical community as well as a few wealthy philanthropists who were always ready to support a worthy cause. Lissa and her twin sister, Lani, had grown up around important successful people and accepted them as a vital part of their father’s public relations business. Their parents had always taught them that a person’s character and personal integrity were more important than the size of their bank account or their family tree. Now that she was older, Lissa was thankful that her parents had based their upbringing on Christian values and morality.

But Lissa didn’t want to think about serious things at the moment. This morning, she was more committed to relaxing and soaking up the sun in the brief time she had before an afternoon dentist appointment. With eyes closed, she reflected on the summer that was quickly coming to an end. For her, it had been perfect. Long days at the beach with her friends, sometimes followed by a drive into town for dinner and a late movie. The movie nights were even more special when the grandson of her parents’ gardener came along. Her mom and dad had no idea she knew him, and she was not yet ready to test the no discrimination rule at a personal level.

His name was Sean Nikolas. Lissa had first met him last winter at the University of Georgia when they were both in the library one night, studying for finals. Although they sat at separate tables, Lissa was very aware of his presence. Looking back on that night, Lissa remembered wondering how he happened to be alone. In her opinion, a guy with his good looks just didn’t sit around at the library on Friday night, no matter how urgent the need to study. But as it turned out, that was exactly what he was doing. Both had stayed until closing and had spoken briefly as they left the building.

After their second meeting at the library, Sean introduced himself and invited her for coffee. They were surprised to learn that both were in premed, and that alone offered endless opportunities for conversation. Even more coincidental was the fact that his grandparents had been employed by Lissa’s parents for many years as housekeeper and general groundskeeper or gatekeeper as his grandfather preferred to be called. Over the course of a few months, they had developed a solid friendship built on mutual respect and admiration. They had never had a real date, but even in a crowd, they somehow managed to migrate toward each other.

As Lissa thought about how her parents might react to her friendship with Sean, she acknowledged that they had always held Hector and Ginny, Sean’s grandparents, in highest regard and, as their employers, had treated them like family. They were good, honest, hardworking people, and Lissa had been taught to respect those qualities. As far back as she remembered, Hector and Ginny had attended the local Greek Orthodox Church and were actively involved in church activities.

Although Sean’s grandparents had lived on Jekyll Island for as long as Lissa could remember, Sean had grown up in Atlanta, and all indications were that his parents were quite well-to-do, although his family history did not reek of old money as Lissa’s did. Apparently, Sean’s mother, Alexandra, who was Hector and Ginny’s oldest daughter, had married into a wealthy family, and her lifestyle today was worlds apart from her humble roots.

The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts, and she looked across the deck to see her mother, Andrea, approaching. Her blond shoulder-length bob bounced with each step, and she exuded good health and vitality. Lissa silently thanked God that her mom had recovered completely from breast cancer surgery less than a year ago with no follow-up treatment required.

Good morning, sweetheart. Her mother bent down to give her a quick kiss on her forehead and then sat beside her in the little space available. How are you, Lissa? As she spoke, she reached over and patted Lissa’s hand. I just wanted to make sure you’re planning on joining us for the luncheon today. I know you don’t enjoy these things, but there will be some important people here that your father and I thought you should meet.

She squinted behind her sunglasses and then took them off to look at her mother eye to eye. I really don’t know much about it, Mom, except that I overheard you and Dad say that some legislators were coming. What’s this all about?

Your father’s firm has signed a contract with the Georgia Medical Association to help them garner much needed legislative support for the new surgical wing at Southeastern Regional Hospital in Brunswick. Today’s luncheon is more or less an effort to give the legislators a heads up on how badly the addition is needed and to encourage them to support approval of a construction grant. Not only will we have a few state senators but also several surgeons and members of the local medical community whom you probably already know. Either way, they could all prove to be important contacts for you at some point. And I don’t think it could hurt for these people to see that you support your father in this campaign. In the business world, loyalty is a valuable commodity. Leaders recognize it and they respect it.

Her mom looked so sincere as she looked deeply into Lissa’s eyes, waiting to see if she had won this round that Lissa felt herself starting to yield. Oh, Mom, you know all my soft spots, and besides, I’m always interested in what goes on at the hospital.

I know you are, and that’s why I tried to tell you several times, but you’re always on the run and rarely have dinner with us anymore. Either way, I apologize for not making sure you knew about it. Guess I should have tried harder. Her shoulders slumped as though she had already accepted defeat.

No, Mom, I’m sorry. My fault, not yours. I appreciate your letting me know, and I will definitely be there.

Her mom’s facial expression suddenly changed, and she reached forward to give Lissa a quick hug. That’s wonderful! Your father will be so relieved. She jumped up and turned to go. Her mind was already recalculating and adjusting to this happy turn of events. As she walked away, she turned back and smiled at her daughter. By the way, dress will be country club casual, perhaps your new sundress? Everyone should be here by eleven thirty, and then we’ll take a short cruise up the coast. Lunch will be served at noon. She flashed her daughter a happy smile and added, I’m so happy you can join us, Lissa. I know you won’t regret it.

Don’t be silly! I always love being with you and Dad, whatever the occasion.

Well, we’re looking forward to showing off at least one of our beautiful daughters. See you in a bit. She then blew Lissa a kiss and hurried below to make some changes in the seating plan.

Watching her walk away, Lissa marveled at her mom’s ability to keep her finger on so many details. She often thought that her father wouldn’t be nearly as successful if he didn’t have her working on his behalf, always behind the scenes, and in ways that wouldn’t attract attention to herself. It made Lissa realize more than ever the unselfish nature of true love, the kind she hoped to find someday.

Checking her watch, she saw that it was already half past ten, just enough time for a leisurely shower and shampoo. She gathered her things and hurried to her family’s private quarters below. She had been looking for an opportunity to wear her new sundress, and today sounded like the perfect time. The sundress was a little dressier than most and embodied all the hues of the ocean in vibrant shades of blue, vivid coral, and shimmering white. A long matching coral scarf could be worn either as a wrap or draped around the neck. Along with her favorite gold hoop earrings and wedge platform sandals, she would be perfectly dressed for a casual business luncheon.

Lissa was excited about the impact the luncheon could have on funding for the hospital. The simple fact was that with God’s help, she intended to be one of the surgeons utilizing the new facility in a few years. Her decision to become a pediatric surgeon had not come easily as she had been torn between pediatric general medicine and pediatric surgery for some time. The investment in time alone would be overwhelming, not to mention the cost. But Lissa had already decided that she would get her bachelor’s degree, then reassess her life and decide on medical school if her goal remained unchanged. She wouldn’t admit it to her parents, but the status of her love life at that time might factor into her decision. She could even be married by then. Who knew? It was too far into the future to tell.

As she finished dressing for the luncheon, she thought about all the ways her life had pointed her in the direction of pediatric medicine. First of all was her concern for her twin sister, Lani. She had suffered from chronic lung disease all her life, making her very susceptible to pneumonia and asthma. When they were very young, Lani would often awaken in the middle of the night, gasping for air, arms flailing as she became frightened. Lissa would start screaming for their mother who would come running with her inhaler and whatever other medicines the doctor had prescribed. Without fail, the entire family always ended up frightened, wide awake, and too worried to sleep. As Lani got older, the incidents occurred less frequently, but she remained highly sensitive to any number of airborne and food allergens. Lani’s health had always been a major concern of their parents, and Lissa had concluded long ago that the more they all knew about her condition, the better off they would be.

Before leaving her room, Lissa gave herself one last check in the full-length mirror. What she saw was a trim, fashionable young woman with just enough sun for a healthy glow. Her long blond hair fell just past her shoulders, framing her face perfectly while fluffy bangs skittered across her forehead. The vivid colors in the dress were perfect for a summer day. She wore the coral scarf high on her neck with the ends trailing casually over her tanned shoulders. Not bad, she thought. And who knows? This luncheon could turn out to be as important to me as it is to my dad.

Andrea Martin was practically walking on air by the time she reached the dining room of the family’s yacht where she found her husband, Michael, adjusting the microphone on the speaker’s stand. At forty-five, he still enjoyed the good looks and vitality of someone half his age. Unlike many men who were approaching midlife, Michael was still excited about his work, and that excitement came across in every project he touched. As head of his own public relations company, he wouldn’t accept new clients unless he believed in them and their product or their cause, which was the case today. His reasons for supporting this particular campaign were many, and he was reminded of that as he looked up and saw a smiling Andrea coming toward him.

Oh, Michael! I have good news! Lissa is coming to the luncheon. Can you believe it? I’m going to rearrange a few place cards to make sure she is seated with someone she will enjoy talking to.

Michael looked up with a questioning look on his face. Do you really think that’s necessary? I’m sure she already knows some of the guests, especially the doctors, and I’ve never known her to be shy about talking to new acquaintances.

Andrea looked up rather sheepishly. It’s not really that, I guess. I just wanted to place her near that young doctor we met last week. You remember him—about six feet tall, blond hair, and very good-looking? They would make a perfect pair, don’t you think? Andrea stopped what she was doing and waited for Michael’s response.

Matchmaking is not my forte, and it shouldn’t be yours either. Finished with his task, he walked toward her and tapped his finger on the end of her nose. Just because they both have blond hair doesn’t mean they’ll like each other. Besides, I’m sure Lissa would rather pick her own friends.

I know, but sometimes I feel like she needs a little encouragement. Take this summer, for example. It’s almost over, and I don’t know of her having a single date in the last two months. She’s either volunteering at the hospital or hanging out with her friends at the beach all the time. She needs more in her life than just a bunch of girlfriends.

She’s only twenty, Andrea. She’ll find someone of her own choosing when the time is right, so don’t build up your hopes too much, okay? I don’t want to see you disappointed. Michael surprised her with a quick kiss and, linking his arm through hers, led her away from the table. Come on, pretty lady. It’s time to get dressed.

Lissa stood alongside her parents and served as a cohost, greeting guests and welcoming them aboard the Melandré. She loved this part of any event because it gave her an opportunity to analyze people, one of her favorite pastimes. One doctor who particularly impressed Lissa was Dr. Jonas Goldberg, an Israeli who had moved to the US three years ago when he accepted the position of president at nearby Georgia Southeastern Medical College. It was a small institution, but its size by no means diminished its prestige in the medical community. Although their conversation was brief, Dr. Goldberg seemed extremely interested in the fact that Lani was currently working in Israel and would likely remain there indefinitely. Just before they were interrupted, he promised to give Lissa a list of some friends and family who would be happy to serve as contacts in case of an emergency. Lissa and her parents were well aware of the dangers of day-to-day life in Israel, and she knew they would welcome this additional layer of protection. She promised to contact him in a few days to get the contact information.

All in all, Lissa learned quite a bit about the proposed new surgical wing and its importance to the region. As she listened to comments by various legislators, she looked around the dining room and observed the serious expressions on the faces of the doctors representing Southeast Regional. It was obvious that this campaign meant more to them than just a foray into the world of politics.

After hearing comments from both the doctors and the legislators, Lissa concluded that the two groups had vastly different views of the issue at hand. Whereas legislators saw the grant request as just another opportunity to exercise their political clout, the doctors saw the reality of the need in the community. For them, the new hospital wing offered the very real potential for performing life-saving surgeries, allowing them to make a difference in the lives of the patients they served. In the short time she had been in premed, she had already realized that Christian doctors had a call on their lives that was very similar to that experienced by pastors, missionaries, and others who surrendered their lives in service to God and to their fellow man.

As the meeting ended, her father’s closing remarks rang with a depth of sincerity and passion that further defined his commitment to this project.

"As some of you may know, I screen projects very closely before accepting them. My reason for this is that I want to ensure from the outset that the projects I promote, first of all, will benefit the public at large rather than a targeted group. Secondly, I want to confirm that our goal is achievable, realistic. And third, I ask myself if it is a worthwhile endeavor with long-lasting benefits. Of course, it goes