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Gods and Kings: Chronicles of the Kings (Book 1)
He was born to rule the people of God...but Yahweh is only a vague, powerless memory in the minds of His people.
Though born the second son of King Ahaz, Hezekiah is not protected from his father's perverted attempts to gain the favor of the idol Molech. Terrified and powerless at the foot of Molech's altar, Hezekiah encounters for the first time the one true God of his royal ancestry, Yahweh.
But his journey to the Holy One is riddled by influence from an assortment of men: Zechariah, a grandfather of noble standing who has fallen into drunkenness; Uriah, the High Priest whose lust for power forces him to gamble the faith he proclaims; and Shebna, the Egyptian intellectual who guides Hezekiah's instruction.
For the two women who love Hezekiah, the meaning of love--and its sacrificial essence--will direct the course of their lives and help shape the young prince's future.
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Baker Publishing Group
January 31, 2005
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Excerpt from Gods and Kings: Chronicles of the Kings (Book 1) by Lynn Austin
Ahaz was twenty years old when he became king....Unlike David his father,he did not do what was right in the eyes of the Lord. --2 CHRONICLES 28:1 (NIV)
The rumble of voices and tramping feet awakened him. Hezekiah sat up in bed, his heart pounding, and for the first time in his short life he was terrified. Overnight his safe, quiet world in the kings palace had vanished, and he listened with mounting panic as the commotion in the hallway outside his room grew louder, closer. Mens voices shouted orders. Doors opened and closed. Children cried out in fear.
He turned to his older brother, Eliab, in the bed next to his and saw that he was also awake. Hezekiah scrambled off his bed and climbed in beside him. ?Eliab, he whispered, Whats going on? Whos out there?
Eliab shook his head, clutching the bedcovers. I dont know? They huddled in the darkness, staring at the door, waiting.
In the distance, the mournful cry of a shofar trumpeted an alarm over the sleeping city of Jerusalem as the sound of footsteps thundered up the hallway, approaching Hezekiahs room.
Im scared, he said, swallowing back tears. I want Mama.
Suddenly the door opened, and soldiers, armed with swords and spears, poured into the room, pulling Hezekiah and Eliab off the bed. Hezekiah was powerless to stop them. His body went stiff with fear as they stripped off his nightclothes and forced a white linen garment over his head. The soldiers hands felt cold and rough as they dressed him and tied on his sandals. The palace servants always treated him gently, smiling and making up little games as they helped him get dressed. But none of the soldiers spoke, and their cold silence terrified him. They dressed Eliab the same way, then hustled them out of the room.
More soldiers and a dozen priests in flowing robes crowded the hallway. In the flickering torchlight, Hezekiah saw his half-brothers dressed in the same white garments, huddled together, whimpering softly. His uncle Maaseiah stood over them, armed with a sword.
These are all of the kings sons, he told the priests. Lets get on with it. My troops have a long march ahead.
Everything is prepared, my lord, a priest replied.
But before any of them had a chance to move, Hezekiah heard his mother shouting as she ran up the hall from the kings harem. No, wait! Stop! She was in her bare feet and was wrapping her outer garment around her as she ran. Her dark hair flowed uncombed down her back. Hezekiah tried to squirm free to go to her, but one of the soldiers held him back.
What are you doing? she cried. Where are you taking my sons?
King Ahaz is holding a special sacrifice before the army marches, Uncle Maaseiah said. Our northern border is under attack.
What does that have to do with my children? Theyre only babies. She hugged her robes tightly around herself and shivered.
Ahaz wants all of his sons to take part. Uncle Maaseiah signaled to his soldiers, and they quickly moved across the hallway to block her path. But not before Hezekiah saw all the color drain from her face.
No! Wait! she cried. What kind of sacrifice?
Uncle Maaseiah turned his back on her and motioned to his men. Lets get on with it.
Hezekiahs mother began to scream, and the sound filled him with terror. He could hear her fighting desperately to get past the wall of men, to reach him and Eliab, but the soldiers held her back.
Mama! Hezekiah cried out. I want Mama! He struggled to go to her but one of the men picked him up as if he weighed nothing at all. Hezekiah wanted to fight but he felt limp with terror, and the soldier who held him was much too strong. His mothers screams faded in the distance behind them as the soldier carried Hezekiah through the maze of corridors and down the palace stairs to the courtyard.