Jonathan Cahn - The Harbinger: The Ancient Mystery That Holds the Secret of Americas Future

About the Author

J ONATHAN CAHN IS known for opening up the deep mysteries of Scripture and for teachings of prophetic import. He leads Hope of the World ministries, an international outreach of teaching, evangelism, and compassion projects for the needy. He also leads the Jerusalem Center/Beth Israel, a worship center made up of Jews and Gentiles, people of all backgrounds, located in Wayne, New Jersey, just outside New York City. He has ministered throughout the world and on television and radio. He is a Messianic Jewish believer, a Jewish follower of Jesus. For more information, for other messages and teaching from Jonathan, or to contact his ministry, write to:

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T O FIND OUT more on what youve read in The Harbinger, for related teachings or messages, for other teachings and insight from Jonathan Cahn, or for more about salvation or how to be part of Gods work and End Time purposes, write to:

Hope of the World
Box 1111
Lodi, NJ 07644
USA

You can also visit his website, get in touch, and get more online at: www.TheHarbingerWebsite.com or www.HopeoftheWorld.org.

Jonathan is the leader of the Jerusalem Center/Beth Israel, a worship center made up of Jew and Gentile, people of all backgrounds, located in Wayne, New Jersey, just outside New York City.

A N ANCIENT MYSTERY that holds the secret of Americas future.

Yes.

What would I think?

Yes, what would you think?

Id think it was a plot for a movie. Is that it? Is that what youre presentinga movie manuscript?

No.

A plot for a novel?

No.

Then what?

He was silent.

Then what? she repeated.

He paused to carefully consider what he was about to say and how to say it. Her reputation among those in media was that of a woman who neither wasted her time nor indulged those who did. She was not known to suffer fools gladly. The discussion could meet an abrupt end at any given moment and there would be no second chance with her. The fact that there had even been a meeting in the first place, that she had even agreed to it, and that he was now sitting in her office, high above the streets of Manhattan, was nothing short of a miracleand he knew it. He had only one concernthe message. It didnt even occur to him to remove his black leather overcoat, nor had anyone offered to remove it for him. Leaning forward in his chair, he gave her his answer, slowly, cautiously, carefully deliberating every word.

An ancient mysterythat holds the secret of Americas futureand on which its future hangs. And its not fictionits real.

She was quiet. At first, he took the silence as a positive sign, an indication that he was getting through. But then she spoke and quickly dispelled the notion.

An Indiana Jones movie, she said. An ancient mystery hidden for thousands of years under the sands of the Middle Eastbut now revealedand upon it hangs the fate of the entire world!

Her flippancy provoked him to become all the more resolute. But its not fiction, he repeated. Its real.

What would I say? she asked.

Yes, what would you say?

Id say you were crazy.

Perhaps I am, he said with a slight smile. Neverthelessits real.

If youre not crazy, then youre jokingor youre doing this all for dramatic effectpart of a presentation. But you cant be serious.

But I am serious.

She paused for a moment, staring into the eyes of her guest, attempting to ascertain whether he was sincere or not.

So you are, she said.

So I am, he replied, and you have no idea how much so.

It was then that her expression changed. Up to that point it had suggested a trace of amused interest. It now turned to that of total disengagement.

No, I guess I dont. Listen, I believe youre a sincere man, butIm reallyIm really very busy, and I dont have time for

Mrs. Goren.

Thats Goren. The accents on the last syllable. But Ana is fine.

Ana, you have nothing to lose by listening. Just go on the slight possibility

That youre not crazy?

That too, he said. But the slight possibility that what Im saying could actually be true, even the slight possibility that there could be something in what Im telling you, even for that slightest of possibilitiesfor just thatit would be important enough to warrant your time. You need to hear me out.

She sat back in her chair and stared at him, making no attempt to hide her skepticism.

You still think Im crazy.

Fully, she said.

For arguments sake, lets say youre right. I am crazy. Indulge me, as a public service.

She smiled.

Ill indulge you, Mr. Kaplan, but theres a limit.

Nouriel. You can call me Nouriel.

At that, she got up from her chair and motioned for him to do likewise. She led him away from her desk to a small round conference table where the two sat down. The table was situated in front of a huge glass window through which one could see a vast panorama of skyscrapers with similar windows, each reflecting the light of the afternoon sun.

All right, Nouriel. Tell me about your mystery.

Its not my mystery. Its much bigger than me. You have no idea how big, or what it involves.

And what does it involve?

Everything. It involves everything, and it explains everythingeverything thats happened, thats happening, and everything thats going to happen.

What do you mean?

Behind September 11

How could an ancient mystery possibly have anything to do with September 11?

An ancient mystery behind everything from 9/11 to the economyto the housing boomto the war in Iraqto the collapse of Wall Street. Everything in precise detail.

How? How could an ancient mystery possibly

Affect your life? Your bank account? Your future? But it does. And it holds the key to Americas futureto the rise and fall of nationsto world history. And its not only a mystery, its a message, an alarm.

An alarm? she asked. An alarm of what?

Of warning.

To whom?

America.

Why?

When you hear it, he said, youll understand why.

All this from a mystery that goes backhow far did you say?

I didnt say.

So how far back does it go?

Two and a half thousand years.

A two-and-a-half-thousand-year-old mystery behind whats happening in the twenty-first century from politics to the economy to foreign affairsall that and youre the only one who knows about it?

Im not the only one.

Who else knows about it? she asked.

Theres at least one other.

Not the government? The government has no idea, even though its behind all that?

As far as I know, no government, no intelligence agency, no one else.

No one but you.

And at least one other.

And how did you happen to discover it?

I didnt discover it, he answered. It was given to me.

Given? By whom?

A man.

And who was this man?

Its hard to say.

At this she leaned forward and spoke to him in a tone both intense and slightly sarcastic.

Try me, she said.

You wont understand.

What was his name?

I dont know.

You dont know? she replied, with a trace of amusement in her voice.

No, he never told me.

So this earth-shattering mystery is known only by you and this one man who gave it to you but doesnt have a name.

I didnt say he didnt have a name. He just never told it to me.