Death Has Come up into Our Windows

It is 587 BC. A vast army lies encamped about Yirmiyahu's city, and a rebellious king has closed the city gates, locking in the living and the dead together. Only one man can see that the dead will overwhelm the city. Only one man can hear the quiet weeping of his God behind her veil in the temple. Only one man will stand against the evils practiced in a dying city. But the things he sees and the things he must do will call into question every promise he has made, every duty he has sworn—to his wife, his God, and his city.