Synopsis:
Martin Baggen recently released The Secret Rebellion, a
captivating Christian fiction novel that provides an interesting take on
religious history. The book is recommended for readers who enjoyed The
Da Vinci Codeand The Passover Plot.
“The Secret Rebellion is a result of wanting to share a
perspective on a story that has become a thread in the very fabric of our
culture,” says Martin. “The accounts of Jesus that we know, that have now
become biblical, may have had their roots in events of a much more earthly
origin. The Secret Rebellion combines the drama of the New Testament with
elements that we see every day in our modern world.”
The Secret Rebellion tells the story of Miriam and Yeshua. Miriam
is a young, rightful queen who returns from exile to her homeland. Her mission
is to reclaim her country from the grip of an oppressive foreign occupation. To
achieve her goal, she must find a king.
Her quest leads to a charismatic and gifted man, Yeshua, who
possesses the ability to help her lead a nation to freedom. But the mission
comes at a cost greater than anyone can predict, and the misunderstood legacy
of their secret rebellion will endure for thousands of years. A failed
political movement that gave birth to a new religion.
“The Secret Rebellion is written in the style of the Bible… Much
of the story parallels that of Jesus, with the huge exception being that
Yeshua’s works were accomplished by the hands of man rather than by the hands
of God… The Secret Rebellion is a well-thought out, well-researched and
intelligent book.” – Amazon Review
Links:
Barnes & Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-secret-rebellion-martin-baggen/1117050734?ean=2940148690467
About the
Author:
The Secret Rebellion is Martin Baggen’s debut novel. Martin is
passionate about writing, reading, and music. He currently resides in Benton
County, Oregon.
Excerpt:
CHAPTER: 47/THE FIRST BOOK OF HARIM
Years from now when I am telling stories to my children, this will be
the moment they hear of the most. Months ago, I did not understand who this man
is or what he means to all of us.
Even as the first steps are taken from the Mount of Olives I am
frustrated at the slow pace we must move down the trail. The ass is in charge
of this parade no matter how much force I put upon him with his line.
As we descend into the valley and start the climb up toward the gate I
can see people as they move along the walkways atop the great walls. Walls that
rise ten times the height of a man and seem much higher from where we are.
There are hundreds and hundreds of people within my view.
The robe I have been given is for much cooler weather than today, and
the desire to shed it is great. But what little instruction I have been given
was to hide the blade at my hip, and the robe is intended for that purpose. I
have never used a weapon against my fellow man.
At last we are at the ridge that completes our climb up from the
valley, and we are on level ground to the Eastern Gate. I have never entered
through this gate directly into the Temple Square. As we crest the hill and
begin our final few hundred paces to Jerusalem I can now hear people, and I
watch as they stop to look at us from above. At first it is difficult to understand
what they are doing. I even slow my steps for a moment to look behind us.
Yeshua is looking along the top of the wall as well. There are no others behind
our tiny parade. The reactions we witness are because of us.
It is cheering. With only one hundred steps to the open gate, I can
see their faces. Some are just staring and curious, but most are very happy and
yelling. Many more have collected at the entrance. So many that if they do not
make way, we will not be able to pass through. But I do not believe they mean
to prevent our entry. The people are happy.
I am thankful the ass does not care about the loudness and excitement
that is now all around us. If he suddenly decides to bolt away from here, there
is little I could do to control him. It is that thought which is on my mind as
we pass under the arch. My god, the noise is much louder as we pass within the walls.
My God!
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