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The Time of Jacob’s Trouble
Copyright © 2020 by Donna VanLiere
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97408
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
ISBN 978-0-7369-7875-0 (pbk)
ISBN 978-0-7369-7876-7 (eBook)
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: VanLiere, Donna, author.
Title: The time of Jacob’s trouble / Donna VanLiere.
Description: Eugene, Oregon : Harvest House Publishers, [2020].
Identifiers: LCCN 2019020314 (print) | LCCN 2019021531 (ebook) | ISBN 9780736978767 (ebook) | ISBN 9780736978750 (softcover)
Subjects: LCSH: Rapture (Christian eschatology)–Fiction. | GSAFD: Christian fiction.
Classification: LCC PS3622.A66 (ebook) | LCC PS3622.A66 T56 2019 (print) | DDC 813/.6–dc23
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DEDICATION
For Terrie Carswell,
my longtime friend, who is looking up!
CONTENTS
Dedication
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
Where in the Word?
Introduction: Where in the Word?
Amazing Facts
America in the End Times
The End of the Age
An Outline to Follow
The Bride of Christ
What Needs to Happen Before the Snatching Away of Believers and the Second Coming?
Different Lives
After Jesus Gathers His Bride
How Will Believers Be Gathered Up to Jesus?
What’s Next?
A Preview from Book 2: The Day of Ezekiel’s Hope
Notes
Acknowledgments
Things Are Looking Up Podcast
About the Publisher
THE TIME OF
JACOB’S
TROUBLE
I make known the end from the beginning,
from ancient times, what is still to come.
I say, “My purpose will stand,
and I will do all that I please”…
What I have said, that I will bring about;
what I have planned, that I will do.
ISAIAH 46:10-11
“I am the LORD. That is my name…
The things I said would happen have happened,
and now I tell you about new things.
Before those things happen,
I tell you about them.”
ISAIAH 42:8-9 (NCV)
CHAPTER 1
Queens, NY
We have to get out of the city!” twenty-five-year-old Emma Grady shouts, watching images of destruction on the TV.
Her boyfriend Matt grabs her arm, yelling as he pulls her to the door. “No time! Get to the basement!”
They scream and yell through the hallway, warning people in the other six apartments. Emma stops at the apartment at the end of the hall, banging on the door. A young Indian woman opens it when she sees Emma through the peephole. “Piya! Get your family to the basement.”
The young mother is frightened and shaking. She has been up all night. “We have to evacuate,” Piya says, her words quivering from terror.
Emma grabs her hands. “Please! You won’t make it out of the city!”
Matt runs ahead, banging on doors and shouting a warning as they speed down the stairs. The sound of glass shatters above them and the building quakes, shattering their nerves. The air is pierced with indescribable fear as the apartment building basement fills with eighteen residents, each clinging to loved ones and the stranger next to them. The explosion is deafening, crumbling the ceiling above and shaking the walls. The lights flicker for several seconds before thrusting the room into darkness, shrieks and screams slicing through the black.
CHAPTER 2
Queens, NY—one week earlier
Emma tiptoes out of the bathroom, passing Matt, still sleeping, before pulling the bedroom door closed. She’s careful not to make noise in the hall as she steps to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Matt has been working the late shift at Demarco’s, a restaurant in Midtown, while he finishes his law degree during the day. Their schedules rarely afford them the time to see much of each other. Emma leaves the apartment each day at 7:00 a.m., arriving at work thirty minutes early to help prep the physical therapy room. She’s worked as a physical therapist at Thrive Rehabilitation in Brooklyn for two years, and while Matt and several friends groan at the prospect of going to their jobs, s
he loves her work and looks forward to seeing her patients.
She puts a K-Cup into the single-cup coffeemaker, closes the lid, and presses brew on the machine. The coffee begins to stream into her travel mug as her phone buzzes. She reaches for it and reads a text from her sister, Sarah. Call me later. Mom and I are sampling reception food after work today!!!
Emma texts, K. Will call on my break. Have fun!
Sarah is three years younger and getting married. Emma is happy for her; Jason seems great, but there’s some part of her, somewhere deep and hidden away, that wonders why she isn’t the one planning a wedding. She tosses the nagging thought aside, ashamed again to be jealous of her sister for getting married. Growing up in Indiana, Emma was a track and field star at her local high school. She would pull her light brown hair into a high ponytail and race around the track, dreaming of running in college, but too many injuries on the university team cut all those dreams short. Between that and a failed relationship with her college sweetheart, Emma couldn’t get out of Indiana fast enough. She met Matt at a bar with some friends her second week in New York, and they seemed destined for one another.
“Are you headed out already?”
She jumps at Matt’s voice and turns to see him at the end of the hall, squinting into the light of the kitchen. He’s standing in his boxer shorts and his dark brown hair is standing straight up on his head and flat on one side, as if it’s been ironed. They dated for six months before deciding to move in together two years ago. Her dad liked Matt but didn’t approve of them living together. Her parents were old-fashioned, but she loved them anyway. She had hoped that Matt would get to know her dad better, but he died four months after they moved in together, after a short battle with cancer. She sees his mom often; she lives just over the New York state line in New Jersey, where Matt grew up with an older sister. Matt’s mom and dad divorced when he was fourteen, and his relationship with his dad is fragile at best. She’s never met him, and Matt rarely speaks of him.
“You scared me!” She reaches for cream out of the refrigerator. “Did I wake you up?”
He walks behind her and reaches his arms around her, kissing her cheek. “Couldn’t sleep. Need to study for the exam.”
She turns and kisses him. “You’ll do great!” She slides an elastic hair tie off her wrist and pulls her hair into a ponytail, then reaches for a banana out of a bowl on the counter. “Don’t forget that Rick and Brandon are coming over for drinks tonight.”
Matt throws away her used K-Cup, groaning. “After a day of exams and a night at the restaurant, I doubt I’m going to be up for Rick and Brandon.”
“You’re the one who invited them!” she says, laughing. “I found a new appetizer recipe.” He looks at her, bored. “It has bacon in it,” she says, her voice tingling with excitement.
“All right,” he says, brewing a cup of coffee. “I’m in.”
She laughs and waves. “See you later. Love you!”
“Later!” he yells toward her. He didn’t say, “I love you.” Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn’t. Although she knew he loved her, his love just didn’t seem to be “all-in” all the time. Maybe Jason’s love for Sarah was all-in all the time. Maybe that’s why they were getting married and she and Matt weren’t.
Emma is thankful their apartment is so close to the subway, and in just a few minutes, she’s headed that way. On many days she walks there with Brandon, who lives upstairs, but he had to be at work earlier than usual today. She uses the time on the subway to read some news on her phone and eat the banana. Neither of her parents would like her hurried routine of grab and go. Her dad had especially liked sitting around the breakfast and dinner table just talking. Her eyes mist over thinking about him, and she scrolls through the news: some redcarpet event has brought out several stars, two new online shows debut tonight, a construction accident will have traffic in knots on the East Side today, people are opposing the mayor’s new regulations on small businesses, and President Thomas Banes will meet with the president of China at the Oval Office.
Linda and Carrie are both at the front desk when Emma arrives at Thrive. Linda must be in her fifties; both of her children have recently graduated from college. Carrie is in her thirties with three children in elementary school. She has beautiful dark almond skin, long cornrows, and typically wears a bright scarf tied around her head.
“Hi, Emma,” Carrie says, looking over her computer. “It’s gonna be a great day!”
Carrie grew up in the foster care system but has somehow managed to turn the pain and hardship of her early life into eternal optimism. She’s famous for saying, “God’s got this” to employees at the office when their car has broken down, or they are struggling financially, or they need another job. She and Roderick have been married twelve years, and Emma can always tell when she’s talking to him on the phone because her laugh, a high-pitched cackle, can be heard throughout the therapy room.
Aliyah, Reggie, and Mateo are busy looking over their patient lists for today. Aliyah has short black hair and skin the color of smooth milk chocolate. She’s somewhere in her late twenties and expecting her first child with her boyfriend, Keenan. Reggie is in his forties, from Honduras, and the divorced father of two. He sees his girls every other weekend. He’s been a physical therapist for more than twenty years and the one Emma turns to when she needs help with a patient. Mateo is from a large Hispanic family, looks like he’s in his late twenties or early thirties, and has a smile as big as his personality.
Emma’s first patient will be Art Gleason, a cranky man in his late sixties who makes an hour feel like a day. She is thankful when she sees that Mariana Ramos is coming later in the morning; she always looks forward to seeing her.
Midtown, NY
Elliott Hirsch bounds up the stairs from the subway platform and heads toward the brokerage firm where he’s been employed the last two years. Two blocks before the building, he enters a market with the daily specials written on a sidewalk chalkboard. His cell phone begins to ring as he walks through the entrance.
“Hi, Mom!”
“Elliott! You didn’t get back with me yesterday about Saba’s birthday party.”
He pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose and makes his way to the back of the market. “Super busy day at work.”
“I assumed that’s why you didn’t call, but Saba’s party is coming up, and we need to give a head count of who’s coming.”
Elliott chuckles, shaking his head. In the twenty-four years he’s been on this earth, his mother has never been known for flexibility, and as she’s getting older, she’s becoming even less so. “His birthday is nine days away. Even if I got back with you three days from now, that would give them six days’ notice that I’m coming.”
“Well, it would be nice if they knew ahead of time.”
“And they will. I promise you. I will look at my calendar and let you know. I need to go. I forgot to grab something for a party at work today. I’m at the market just blocks from the firm, so I’m trying to rush through here.” He reaches for a prepackaged cheese platter.
“How about now?”
“What?”
“You’re in a market. You’re not working at the moment. How about looking at your calendar now?”
He laughs out loud. “Of course! Right here next to the Gorgonzola is perfect.” Elliott checks the calendar on his phone, types the information into it, then puts the phone back to his ear. “I’m wide open. So please, on my behalf, would you RSVP Hirsch party of one for Saba’s birthday?”
“Oh! I’m just thrilled that you can come! Thanks so much for getting back to me.”
“You called me, Mom,” he says, rushing to the cashier to pay.
“I know! But it was in your heart to call me yesterday.” He can hear her on the other end, shuffling papers around, probably figuring out who she needs to call next. “Your father and Ben and I will be heading back to Ohio two days after the party, but hopefully we can all get together with yo
u while we’re there.”
“You’re flying to New York. Of course we’ll get together.”
“Only if you’re not too busy. I mean, it was hard for you to make a phone call yesterday.”
He slaps his palm on his forehead. “Mom, you’re killing me.”
She gasps. “That is not my intention. I just wanted you to know our schedule. Do you need to write it down?”
“I got it.” He pushes up his glasses again and places the cheese platter in front of the cashier.
“Wonderful! How’s your day, my love?”
“At the moment? A bit hectic. How about yours?” He reaches for his wallet in his back pocket.
“Your father’s complaining about some sort of foot condition. What do you think it could be?”
Elliott laughs. “I have no idea!”
“I just wonder if it might be something like you had in high school. Remember?”
He pauses for a moment, remembering. “When I broke my toe playing hockey?”
“Remember how painful that was?”
“Yeah! I broke my toe! Playing hockey! Has dad broken his toe?”
“No.”
“Has he been playing hockey?”
She laughs on the other end. “Of course not!”
“Then how is this anything like what happened to me in high school?”
“Because it’s a foot problem. And it’s painful.”
He pays the cashier and reaches for the bag. “I don’t think I’d make that your lead-in when you visit a doctor with Dad. Love you, Mom.”
“I love you, Elliott.”
He prepares to hang up when he hears her voice rising. “Oh! Oh! Do you need to write down the date for Saba’s party?”
“I already put it on my calendar. Remember?”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“I’m just asking because Saba’s rabbi is going to be there.”
“He’s my rabbi, too, Mom.”
“Oh, that’s right. He is! I wondered if you had forgotten.”
Elliott sighs, smiling. “I remember the rabbi.” Most mothers would be asking about his interest in girls, with the goal of grandchildren in mind, but his mother has always been more concerned about the condition of his soul rather than his love life.
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