His head shaved, wearing strange attire, Daniel stands at the magnificent blue gate on the north entrance to the most powerful nation on earth. Torn from his family and homeland, never to return, every sight and sound was a reminder of a brand new existence.

He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the highly polished brass before him. He didn't look Jewish. And as of today, he wasn't even supposed to be Daniel anymore.

He knew he was living the prophecy of Isaiah. He knew God had allowed it all to happen. Yet, Babylon's control seemed nearly complete at times.

But there was one thing he would never give to Babylon . . .