NRA: Joshua Judges Rayford

Nicolae: The Rise of Antichrist, pp. 63-65

Nicolae Carpathia is flying from Dallas to San Francisco, casually giving orders for the nuclear destruction of dozens of cities and the death of millions of people.

And neither Rayford nor Amanda Steele bothers trying to stop him.

I blame Bruce Barnes for that. For more than a year he had the members of the Tribulation Force studying the book of Revelation. That gave them the schedule for the months ahead, but didn’t suggest anything they could do about it.

They should have been studying the book of Judges. That bloody little text almost reads like a manual for just the sort of guerrilla warfare the Tribulation Force ought to be conducting.

Plan A: Codename Jael.

Amanda offers to serve refreshments to Nicolae and his “ambassadors.”

“Oh my,” she says. “Your cocktails look a bit cloudy. Here, let me stir those some more with this tent-peg I just happen to be carrying.”

If that doesn’t work, then try …

Plan B: Codename Ehud.

Having disabled the locks on the airplane lavatories, Amanda Steele sits patiently, crossing her legs to better conceal the dagger strapped to her right thigh. Eventually, even the Antichrist has to go.

And, if all else fails …

Plan C: Codename Samson.

Rayford Steele sits behind the controls of an airplane at 33,000 feet. The Antichrist is a passenger on that plane, and if he is not stopped, millions of people will be murdered. Rayford grips the wheel like Samson grasping the pillars. …

Nothing at all like that happens in this book, of course.

Rayford maintains his perfect safety record as the Antichrist’s personal pilot, always scrupulously ensuring that Nicolae arrives unharmed at his destination and never giving any thought to any other possibility. It never occurs to Rayford that any landing the Antichrist walks away from is probably not a good landing.

Rayford clandestinely listened in horror as Carpathia announced to his compatriots, “Chicago should be under retaliatory attack, even as we speak. Thank you for your part in this, and for the strategic nonuse of radioactive fallout. I have many loyal employees in that area, and though I expect to lose some in the initial attack, I need not lose any to radiation to make my point.”

We saw something like this earlier when New York City was nuked without “use of radioactive fallout.” I guess this is kind of like Global Weekly. There’s a Time magazine in the Left Behind books, but no Newsweek. Instead of Newsweek, there’s Global Weekly. Similarly in these books, instead of physics, there’s this kind of thing.

Carpathia and his lads decide to turn on the news to watch the destruction of Chicago.

Rayford could remain seated no longer. He didn’t know what he would say or do, if anything, but he simply could not stay in that cockpit, not knowing whether his loved ones were safe. He entered the cabin as the television was coming on, showing the first images from Chicago. Amanda gasped.

She gasped because she is surprised by what is happening in Chicago. She’s looking at the same TV screen as Nicolae is, just a few feet away from him, apparently, but somehow she didn’t hear any of what he and his ambassadors were saying.

Jerry Jenkins keeps drawing our attention to this, but he never seems to notice it himself. Amanda never hears a word that Nicolae says from a few feet away, so Jenkins keeps having Rayford pop out of the cockpit to give her updates on what he’s overheard. This is doubly annoying. Not only can readers not form any reasonable image of where Amanda might be sitting, but then we also have to read everything Nicolae says twice — once when he says it, and then again when Rayford relays it to Amanda.

That’s some ground-breaking bad writing right there. In this scene, Jenkins mixes it in with a more conventional staple of bad novels — the omniscient and omnipresent news camera. Who is filming the destruction of Chicago? Maybe in addition to the “no radiation” setting, Nicolae’s nuclear bombs come with a special “no damage to journalists and cameras” setting.

“Would you go to Chicago for me?” Rayford whispered.

“If you think I would be safe.”

“There’s no radiation.”

“How do you know that?”

They’re whispering, again, because Nicolae is sitting very close by and if they didn’t whisper then he could hear what they’re saying.

Rayford wants Amanda to catch a flight out of San Francisco after they land. It will have to be a flight leaving immediately, of course, because after Rayford’s plane takes off again, San Francisco is next on the list of cities to be destroyed.

“If you can’t get an immediate flight, and I mean before this plane leaves the ground again, you must reboard the Condor. Do you understand?”

“I understand, but why?”

“I can’t tell you now. Just get an immediate flight to Milwaukee. …”

I’m sure that booking a spur-of-the-moment “immediate flight to Milwaukee” won’t be a problem, since so far World War III has mostly been unfolding east of the Mississippi and why would that interfere with flights out of San Francisco?

Following the news from Chicago, the cable news channel broke for a commercial, and Rayford approached Carpathia.

Here’s a sentence that no human being will ever speak: “More breaking news on the destruction of Chicago, New York, Washington and London, but first, a word from our sponsors.”

“Sir, may I have a moment?”

“Certainly, Captain. Awful news out of Chicago, is it not?”

“Yes, sir, it is. In fact, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Humans don’t talk like this after big disasters. Rayford and Nicolae were both just looking at the same TV screen showing nothing but devastation where the third-largest city in America had once stood. Millions of people have just been killed.

And here they are chatting about it politely, making small talk. That little exchange is the sort of thing two people might say after, for example, Game 6 of the 2003 NLCS.

“Awful news out of Chicago.”

“Yes, sir, it is. If Alou had only caught that ball …”

“You know I have family in that area.”

“Yes, and I hope they are all safe,” Carpathia said.

Rayford wanted to kill him where he sat. He knew full well the man was the Antichrist …

At last. Finally.

Nicolae has just killed millions of people. He’s about to kill millions more if he isn’t stopped. And Rayford can stop him.

Rayford must stop him. He must, at least, try to stop him. This is not optional. Millions of lives are at stake. For us to accept that Rayford is any kind of hero, we need to see Rayford trying to stop Nicolae. If he doesn’t do something, right now, then everyone in San Francisco will die.

Rayford has to try to stop Nicolae right here, right now.

But he doesn’t do that.

Rayford wanted to kill him where he sat. He knew full well the man was the Antichrist, and he also knew that this very person would be assassinated one day and be resurrected from the dead by Satan himself. Rayford had never dreamed he might be an agent in that assassination, but at that instant he would have applied for the job. He fought for composure. Whoever killed this man would be merely a pawn in a huge cosmic game. The assassination and resurrection would only make Carpathia more powerful and satanic than ever.

I can scarcely begin to list the many ways this is just horrifically wrong. Without a trace of irony or self-awareness, Rayford Steele just thought this: “Whoever killed this man would be merely a pawn in a huge cosmic game.” Astonishing.

Let me try to break this down a bit.

1. Jenkins finally gives an answer to the question readers have been asking ever since we first realized, back in Book 1, that Nicolae is the Antichrist: Why doesn’t Rayford/Buck just kill him?

But Jenkins’ answer doesn’t work. It’s not a convincing answer in general,* and it’s an utterly unconvincing answer here in this specific situation.

Here, right at this moment, it doesn’t matter if Nicolae will eventually “be resurrected from the dead by Satan himself.” Right at this moment, the only thing that matters is that every living thing in San Francisco will die if Rayford doesn’t act. If stopping Nicolae here only means that Undead Nicolae will be coming back later to try again, then Rayford can try to deal with that later.

Right now, his urgent concern shouldn’t be that complicated. It’s like one of those hypothetical questions from an ethics textbook — the kind so narrowly constructed that even Gandhi, Dorothy Day and John Howard Yoder would respond, “Well, in that case, I would kill the guy …”**

2. The idea that the Antichrist will “be assassinated one day and be resurrected from the dead by Satan himself” is based on Tim LaHaye’s “literal” interpretation of Revelation 13:1-3:

And I saw a beast rising out of the sea, having ten horns and seven heads; and on its horns were ten diadems, and on its heads were blasphemous names. And the beast that I saw was like a leopard, its feet were like a bear’s, and its mouth was like a lion’s mouth. And the dragon gave it his power and his throne and great authority. One of its heads seemed to have received a death-blow, but its mortal wound had been healed. In amazement the whole earth followed the beast.

This same opaque passage was popular back in the 1980s when “Bible prophecy scholars” were proclaiming Mikhail Gorbachev as the most likely candidate for Antichrist. They saw it as a reference to the port-wine stain birthmark on Gorbachev’s forehead. (Yes, really.)

Even within the tiny world of premillennial dispensationalist End Times mania, this passage has many different interpretations. Rayford and his friends only ever considered one of those — that of the Rev. Billings and of Tim LaHaye. And they’re so confident that this one view must be right they’re willing to sit idly by as millions of people die.

3. Rayford Steele knows that he is already a mere “pawn in a huge cosmic game.” As the personal pilot and a key assistant to the Antichrist, he seems to be Nicolae’s pawn, but he thinks of himself as a pawn for God.

But that doesn’t really matter. The way this cosmic game works, both sides are up to the same thing. Nicolae wants to slaughter millions of people and God wants to slaughter millions of people. And after all, in this game, the Antichrist is simply playing out his divinely appointed role in God’s great plan. So is Satan, for that matter.

Serve the Antichrist or serve Satan and you’re really just serving God, ultimately. And vice versa. That’s the game.

You may think that calling this a “huge cosmic game” is a devastating critique of the authors’ religious ideology, but it’s a phrase they use here themselves. And they use it proudly.

For LaHaye and Jenkins, it’s all just a game, but it is God’s game. If the Antichrist wants to kill millions of people, then God must want those people dead. And if God wants them dead, then it would be wrong to try to save them.

Rayford, of course, does not try to save them. He is a mere pawn in this huge cosmic game, but not the sort of pawn that does anything to interfere.

He asks Nicolae for permission for Amanda to fly to Milwaukee.

“I would really feel a lot better if she could be there with them to help as needed.”

“As you wish,” Carpathia said, and it was all Rayford could do not to breathe a huge sigh of relief in the man’s face.

Forget about Rayford going out in a blaze of glory like Samson. Forget about him lifting a finger to warn anyone in San Francisco of the unholy death about to rain down on them all. Rayford can’t worry about that right now, because he’s using every ounce of strength and courage he has to avoid looking relieved.

– – – – – – – – – – – –

* So now we know that the Antichrist is prophesied to be assassinated, after which Satan will bring him back from the dead, more powerful than ever. And it seems the Tribulation Force can’t do anything to change that.

OK. But they could at least try to make the devil work for it. If Satan plans on resurrecting the Antichrist, then let him have to sift Nicolae’s ashes out of the other ashes with which his scattered remains have been mixed before being buried in hundreds of separate parcels on six continents, all on holy ground. Why make it easy for him?

** My undergrad ethics professor seemed to enjoy my efforts to strain such hypotheticals to the breaking point:

“I’m a lousy shot, I’d probably just end up killing one of those poor kids.”

“Mistah Clock,” he’d say in that accent of his. “You ah an excellent shot. A world-class mocksman. You nevah miss.”



“Then I shoot the red wire on the bomb’s detonator, defusing the bomb and allowing the children to escape.”

“Ah, Mistah Clock, but the red wire is directly ova his hot. To shoot the wire you’ll have to kill the terrorist.”

[Ten minutes later, after several more implausible scenarios are ruled out.]

“Well, in that case, I guess I would kill the guy.”

He was really amazing at constructing those hypotheticals so that any other option became impossible. In one semester of his class, I think I killed more hypothetical Nazis than Aldo Raine.

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  • mcc

    “Suppose I’d grown up in a culture that believed that humans, once they fall off a bridge for whatever reason, can fly away and land safely if they choose to… If I embraced that particular belief of my culture, I suspect I’d believe that falling to my death after being dropped off a bridge was a choice I was making of my own free will.”

    This is an interesting analogy to me because I happen to live in a culture which believes that people who become poor or unemployed can simply choose to stop doing so.

  • Invisible Neutrino

    You know, it’s a shame Jericho didn’t come out in 1996, because the far more realistic response of people to a nuclear attack and a shadowy government conspiracy lurking behind that nuclear attack is beautifully laid out in that series.

    Jenkins would have done well to watch it. :

  • Kadh2000

    But he wouldn’t have.

  • Charity Brighton

    If Jenkins managed to ignore all of the hundreds of superior Rapture, apocalypse, war, and disaster-themed movies and books that preceded his own, why would having one more to disregard make any impact?

  • Jon Frater

    It’s a day late and a dollar short, but I had to put this in:

    “Moscow in flames, missiles headed to new York. Film at 11.”

  • Eamon Knight

    Joshua Judges Rayford

    I see what you did there ;-).

  • Invisible Neutrino

    I keep thinking it’s Joshua Jordan. :P

  • Tricksterson

    I feel like it should be a mnemonic for something.

  • histrogeek

    “Here’s a sentence that no human being will ever speak: “More breaking
    news on the destruction of Chicago, New York, Washington and London, but
    first, a word from our sponsors.” ”
    Didn’t Edward R. Morrow begin his London broadcasts with “This is London…, but first a word from Lucky Strikes.” ?

  • Ross

     Delicious, healthful Lucky Strikes. They’re toasted.

    (Also fun were World War II-era advertising which cautioned specifically women against smoking cigarettes — to conserve our precious cigarette supplies for “those for whom God intended them: our fighting men overseas.”  Not making this up; actual advertising attached to WWII-era Sherlock Holmes radio play. Delivered by Nigel Bruce in-character as Doctor Watson.)

  • EllieMurasaki

    Is that an ad quote or a Mad Men quote?

  • Ross

     The line about lucky stripes is a composite between actual 1950s ads I’ve seen and the reference upthread about Luckies being “toasted” (My Grandfather smoked Luckies. I am given to understand that he chose that particular brand because he prefered the toasted flavor to regular untoasted cigarettes.)

    The WWII cigarette ad is real. Accompanied an episode of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes in a box set I got once (One of the peculiarities of old-time radio collecting is that people who circulate recordings of gold and silver-age radio leave the commercials in).

  • Tricksterson

    That’s because thanks to cultural dissonance the commercials can be as entertaining as the programs, if not more so.

  • Eric Oppen

    Reading about what they should be doing reminded me of a Star Wars comic I was reading, about Boba Fett.  Fett was working for these two Hutts (longish story) who hated each other (one had married the other’s daughter) and the one whose daughter had been married had a servant who loathed him and was always trying to assassinate him…unsuccessfully.  He tried poisoning the Hutt’s drink; the Hutt spilled it while waving his arms and ranting Evil Hutt Rants ™ and ordered him to make another one; he tried cutting the cord holding a heavy chandelier over his employer’s head, but the tower shook just as the chandelier fell, and it missed.  And on and on and on. 

    If our two “authors” had had more skill, they could have the Trib Force trying frantically to assassinate Nicky, only to have the Fickle Fingers of Fate spoil their plans again and again and again.  Steele tries flying the plane into the ground, and it turns out that by zooming low just when he did, they miss a missile shot at Antichrist One by Nicky’s enemies; they try poisoning his drink, only for it to spill or for the poison to turn out to be bad, stepped-on stuff…it could become a leitmotif of the books.  But our two “authors” have less humor between them than a week-old corpse, so they don’t even think of that.

  • Headless Unicorn Guy

    Forget about Rayford going out in a blaze of glory like Samson. Forget about him lifting a finger to warn anyone in San Francisco of the unholy death about to rain down on them all. Rayford can’t worry about that right now, because he’s using every ounce of strength and courage he has to avoid looking relieved.


    You think bad fanfic would lift a finger against its Author Self-Insert, no matter what the collateral damage?

    And remember the ironclad trope of Christian Apocalyptic:  Everything must go down in order according to The Checklist.  Characters exist only as roving POVs to Witness the Events of the Checklist, after which they break the fourth wall to lecture the reader about “How What We Just Witnessed Fulfills Such-and-Such Prophecy.”

    Compounded by Ellenjay’s decision at the beginning to tell the Epic Story of Cosmic proportions ONLY from the POVs of the two Author Self-Inserts.

  • John Evans

    ““If you think I would be safe.”
    “There’s no radiation.””

    My head hurts. I was so blindsided by that “no use of fallout” thing that I convinced myself that OK, they’ve invented some special sort of highly efficient, minimised-fallout bomb — sounds highly implausible, but maybe dirty bombs are the norm in this universe and Nicky’s such a gentleman he won’t consider such a thing. But no — we’re supposed to believe there’s literally no radiation. They flipped the switch on their nuclear bombs from “radioactive fission” to “non-radioactive fission”. Couple that with the bizarrely low yield of these bombs, and… why don’t they just say they’re using conventional explosives?? (Oh, right, because nukes sound so much cooler….)