As Sure as the Dawn (Mark of Lion, 3, Band 3) - Softcover

Rivers, F.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0842339760 ISBN 13: 9780842339766

Verlag: Tyndale House Publishers, 1995

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Book 3 in the 3-book historical Christian fiction series by the New York Times bestselling author of Redeeming Love and A Voice in the Wind.

The thrilling conclusion to the Mark of the Lion series.

With Hadassah confined to the cells below the arena, facing death once again, and his sister Julia dying of a strange new illness and longing for a forgiveness beyond her reach, Marcus goes in search of God. Meanwhile, Atretes, the Germanic warrior, vows to move heaven and earth to find his son—the baby he thought was dead and whose life Hadassah saved—and take him back to Germania. Only one thing stands in his way: Rizpah, a Christian widow who has cared for the baby since his birth. Atretes did not count on Rizpah’s fiery resistance to having “her son” taken away, nor is he prepared for the woman’s strength and beauty. From their first meeting, the two are caught in a stormy battle of wills.

Includes discussion questions suitable for individual use or group discussions.

“Once more, Rivers transcends the genre.”
—Booklist, starred review

“Francine unlocks the longing in each one of us to connect to God in a deeper, life-changing way. No one reading her books will ever be the same again.”
—Debbie Macomber

“As we ‘watch’ Hadassah and Atretes struggle through first-century trials, we learn how to handle similar situations in the twenty-first century. The ‘costumes’ may vary, but our Lord does not change.”
—Angela Hunt

“Francine redefined Christian fiction—honest, unflinching, powerful, life-changing—demonstrating why storytelling is the most effective way to communicate God’s truth. Every Christian novelist writing today owes a debt of gratitude to Francine Rivers for lighting the way.”
—Liz Curtis Higgs

“Francine Rivers writes from her heart to touch the hearts of her readers. Her books are essential reading for all who love Christian fiction.”
—Bodie Thoene

“Francine Rivers puts readers right into the history of the moment.”
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Atretes. German warrior. Revered gladiator. He won his freedom through his fierceness . . . but his life is about to change forever.

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As Sure as the Dawn

By FRANCINE RIVERS

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2002 Francine Rivers
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ISBN: 978-0-8423-3976-6

Contents

Foreword by Mark D. Taylor...................................xiPreface......................................................xiiiAcknowledgments..............................................xvMaps: The Roman Empire c. A.D. 117...........................xviiThe Journey to Germania c. A.D...............................72;The Ocean Route from Ephesus to Rome.........................xviiiThe Overland Route from Rome to Germania.....................xixPrologue.....................................................xxiPART I: THE SEED.............................................1PART II: THE SOIL............................................121PART III: THE GROWTH.........................................281PART IV: THE THORNS..........................................303PART V: THE SACRIFICE........................................419PART VI: THE HARVEST.........................................455Epilogue.....................................................471Glossary of Terms............................................475Discussion Guide.............................................478

Chapter One

Physically exhausted, pride bruised, Atretes had had enough. His patience was at an end.

As soon as Hadassah had told him his son was alive and that the apostle John knew where to find him, he had begun making plans. Because the mob adored him, he couldn't enter the city of Ephesus at will, but had to wait for the cover of darkness. And so he had. Finding the apostle's house hadn't been too difficult-Hadassah had given good directions-but even in the dead of night the man of God had been about his business, comforting a sick child and then hearing someone's deathbed confession.

Atretes had waited for John and then been told after hours of doing so that the apostle had sent word he was going directly to a dawn worship service along the riverbank. Angry, Atretes had pursued him, arriving just after a great crowd had gathered to hear John speak of Jesus Christ, their risen God. A carpenter from Galilee? A god? Atretes had closed his ears to the words being proclaimed and retired to a quiet place beneath a terebinth tree, resolved to wait.

Now, however, he would wait no longer! Dawn had come and gone, and still these worshipers sang praises to their heavenly king and told their stories of personal deliverance from disease, heartbreak, habits, and even demons! He was sick of listening to them. Some, fully clothed, were now being dunked in the river! Had they all gone mad?

Getting up, Atretes walked down to the back of the crowds and prodded a man. "How long do these meetings go on?"

"As long as the Spirit moves us," the man said, giving him a cursory look before singing again.

The spirit? What did that mean? Atretes was used to the discipline of training schedules and regimes, to dealing with solid fact; the man's answer was incomprehensible.

"Is this your first time hearing-"

"And my last," Atretes cut the man off, eager to be gone.

The man glanced back at him, and the smile fixed on his face. His eyes widened. "You're Atretes!"

A jolt of adrenaline flooded Atretes, stiffening his muscles. He could flee or fight. Mouth set, he stood his ground. The first choice went against his grain; the long night of waiting had made him ready for the latter.

Fool! he berated himself. He should have kept silent and waited unobtrusively beneath the shade of a tree rather than draw attention to himself. But it was too late now.

He made excuses for his mistake. How could he guess people would still remember him? It had been eight months since he left the arena. He had thought he would have been forgotten by now. Apparently, Ephesians had a long memory.

Others turned at the mention of his name. A woman gasped and swung around, whispering to those near her. News of his pre-sence spread like a wind riffling dry leaves. People glanced back to see what the stir was about and spotted him, head above the rest, his accursed blonde hair serving as a beacon for their attention.

He swore under his breath.

"It is Atretes," someone said, and the hair on the back of his neck rose. He knew it would be wise to leave as quickly as possible, but stubbornness and the fiercer part of his nature took control. He was no longer a slave of Rome, no longer a gladiator fighting in the arena. His life should belong to him again! What was the difference between the walls of a luxurious villa and those of the ludus? Both imprisoned him.

The time has come! he thought in frustrated anger. He would find out what he needed to know and leave. Any man who tried to stop him would have grave cause to regret it.

Shoving the still-gaping man aside, he began pressing his way forward through the crowd.

Excited whispers rippled through the sea of people as he moved through it.

"Make room! It's Atretes. He's going forward!" someone called out, and those at the front stopped singing praises to turn and stare.

"Praise the Lord!"

Atretes' mouth set as the buzz of excitement surrounded him. Even after ten years of fighting in the arena, the German had never become accustomed to the furor his presence inevitably brought to any gathering.

Sertes, editor of the Ephesian games and the man who had bought him from the Great Ludus of Rome, had reveled in the mob's reaction to his prized gladiator and exploited Atretes at every opportunity, gleaning gold for himself. The Ephesian had accepted bribes from wealthy patrons and brought him to feasts to be pampered and petted. Other gladiators enjoyed such royal treatment, taking whatever pleasures were offered, relishing their last hours before they faced death in the arena. Atretes ate and drank sparingly. He intended to survive. He had always stood aloof, ignoring his hosts, glaring at the guests with such ferocity and contemptuous disdain that they had walked a wide circle around him.

"You behave like a beast in a cage!" Sertes had complained once.

"As you and the rest have made me."

The memory of that time only fueled his anger now as he forced his way through the crowd beside the river. Hadassah had told him to go to John the apostle. These gaping, mumbling fools were no longer going to stop him from doing just that.

The drone of excited voices grew. Despite his greater height, the warrior still felt the crowd pressing in on him. People touched him as he pushed his way forward. He tensed instinctively, pushing them back. He waited for them to grab or tear at him like the amoratae who had often pursued him through the streets of Rome, but these people, excited at his presence, only laid hands on him to urge him forward.

"Praise the Lord ..."

"He was a gladiator ..."

"... saw him fight once before I became a Christian ..."

The people closed in on him from behind, and his heart began to drum heavily. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't like having anyone behind him.

"Make way," a man said. "Let him through!"

"John! John! Atretes is coming forward!"

Did they already know why he had come to this meeting of the Way? Had Hadassah somehow sent word ahead?

"Another! Another for the Lord!"

Someone started singing again, and the swell of sound rose around him, raising gooseflesh down his back. A passage opened before him. He didn't wait to wonder...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Tyndale House Publishers
• Erscheinungsdatum: 1995
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0842339760
• ISBN 13: 9780842339766
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 488
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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