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Force to know about Sam. He and Mr. Stein have gone to Israel looking for the sons of a rabbi friend. We know from the pilot that they arrived safely in Tel Aviv. Sam was supposed to check in with us after he made contact with the two sons, but we haven’t heard anything .
    There is a miracle fair going on in the city, so there are many people who would probably like to see Sam, Mr. Stein, and any other believer harmed. Please ask your friends to pray for him and keep praying until we hear something .
    Judd wrote a quick response thanking Naomi for the alert. He checked his unread mail and found an old message from Sam. It explained where Sam was going and that he was trying to make contact with Rabbi Ben-Eliezar’s sons. We are expecting great things and are so glad the elders have approved this trip , Sam wrote.
    Judd couldn’t believe he had missed Sam’s message and immediately sent an urgent request to everyone he knew. Put our friends Sam and Mr. Stein at the top of your prayer list , he wrote. He explained what he knew and included a portion of Sam’s e-mail, leaving out the specifics of the trip in case anyone in the GC might read it. Ask God to give them protection in a very dangerous situation .
    Judd was curious about the reference Naomi had made to the miracle fair. He found a GC Web site that listed the fairs, and to his surprise discovered they were scheduled around the world in the next few weeks. At hundreds of locations people could watch a self-proclaimed healer do miraculous things. One Web site advertised special coverage and included a button that said, “Watch now!”
    Judd clicked the button and was instantly taken to a Web site originating from somewhere in Europe. A crowd had gathered around a stage with a lone man standing at the center. A gallon of blood dipped from the sea was placed beside him on a small table. The man poured some blood into a glass and held it up. “Anyone like a drink? It’s fresh.”
    The thick, red liquid repulsed the crowd, so he poured it back into the container. The camera zoomed in. “By the power given me in the name of the most high Nicolae Carpathia, I declare this so-called plague to be a fraud.”
    When the man poured the liquid into a glass, out came clear water. Judd sat up quickly. The fluid in the big container was still bright red. What was poured into the glass was clear.
    â€œDo I have any volunteers now?” the man said.
    Several raised their hands. A young woman took a sip from the glass. She smiled, looked at those around her, and said, “It tastes really good.” She drained the rest.
    The sun shone brightly on the crowd, and the man asked for a bigger container of blood. Like a spotlight, the rays beat down, and people began crying for relief.
    â€œWould you like some refreshment from the sea?” the man said, pointing to the huge red container.
    The crowd shouted no, but a worker grabbed the container with a mechanical arm and raised it over them. People screamed, thinking they would be soaked with blood, but when the miracle man tripped a lever, the bottom of the container opened, spilling fresh, cool water on the people.
    â€œI will do even better than that,” the man yelled from the stage. He closed his eyes and motioned toward the sky. The sun quickly darkened, and the camera panned overhead. A cloud formed, then spread out and unleashed a gentle rain.
    â€œBless the name of Nicolae,” the man said. “He sends a cooling rain on those who praise him and follow peace.” He sneered. “But on those who remain his enemies, on those who refuse his goodwill and insist on their own way, he calls down fire.”
    A lightning bolt struck, and the crowd squealed. No one seemed hurt, but everyone got the message. “Do not worry. If you are for Nicolae, who can be against you?”

    Sam sat in the cell with Mr. Stein, surprised they had been shoved along a corridor to a