Foreword to Millennial Tales

this working title grew in spirit from the title of Canterbury Tales, though the thrust of the book has little to do with Chaucer. It is meant to be a post-apocalyptic tale with roots in a Pre-trib rapture, post-trib millennium eschatology, for anyone with an interest in terminology.

What started me off was a visual image of the sheer size of the City of God, the New Jerusalem. Described as measuring 12,000 furlongs by 12,000 furlongs, the city that one day will "come down from heaven" is roughly half the size of our own natural satellite. And, since it seems to be shaped like a cube, in the words of Han Solo: "That's no moon...!"

Rev. 21:16 "And the city lieth foursquare, and the length is as large as the breadth: and he measured the city with the reed, twelve thousand furlongs. The length and the breadth and the height of it are equal. 17 And he measured the wall thereof, an hundred and forty and four cubits, according to the measure of a man, that is, of the angel."

12000 furlongs = 2,414.016 km = 1500 miles

144 cubits = 64.8 m = almost 60 yards

This is not meant to be a treatise on or a guide book to the Last Times. There is very little of the actual story that occurs during the so-called Tribulation Period referred to in Ezekiel, Isaiah, Matthew, and the Revelation, et al. Plus, there are plenty of books on that time period already written, thank you vary much. I felt that the millennium itself, the time when God Almighty was going to be directly involved in running the earth, was an underepresented period of history in speculative fiction.

In a nutshell: how do you tell the difference between an angel and an alien? Or magic and a sufficiently advanced technology? What is your faith in? The way I read Biblical prophecy, there will be ordinary humans living on earth during this time, and there are hints of a final rebellion at the end of the millennium (see Revelation), so presumably the time period is not the placid, uneventful one that is popularly assumed. And, when ordinary humans run up against something bigger than they are, sparks will fly, and feathers will ruffle! I mean, look what happens when we try to program VCRs!

this is a work very much in progress... excuse typos, etc please.

This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, yada yada. Copyright © 1999 by Richard Kolseth