SPOILERS WITHIN!
Well! That was something. Alternately leaden and turgid, occasionally changing things up to be dry and ponderous, but ending with a burst of plot to set up Volume 2: the outbreak of Armageddon on the TV news and our Hero, like the young Clark Kent, beginning to sense his long-dormant powers, if Clark Kent was a rising-star diplomat in the United Nations.
The main thing, the author explains at the start in an "Important Note," is that while various parts of the story -- notably, a Jesus clone cultured from skin cells stuck to the Shroud of Turin -- "may not set well with some Christians," wait till you've finished Vol. 3 before casting anathemas, as recommended by "the words of Ecclesiastes 7:8: 'The end of a matter is better than the beginning.' " Two footnotes hark back to this, encouraging the faithful to keep at it, as in the fullness of time it will turn out to be doctrinally sound.
In the meantime, miracles happen: Tom Clancy's writing suddenly looks, by contrast, like Irvine Welsh's. ("Joel had heard talk about a remote, an off-site test facility for the Strategic Defense Control Facility (SDCF), but he had written it off as speculation by people who didn't know any better. If the Off-Site Test Facility (OSTF) was real, it would have been evident in the communications configuration needed for such an operation.") Info dumps multiply like loaves at Cana. A learned Israeli rabbi reveals to a confidant that, encouraged by a voice heard in a dream, "my studies have recently brought me to a rather interesting passage" -- Isaiah 53, the bit about the Suffering Servant, and "I was as astounded as you when I read it. ... It is obvious of whom the prophet seems to be speaking."
Oh, and the French ambassador to the UN, the power-mad M. Faure, when not scheming with his aide, M. Poupardin, to become secretary-general, is ... well, see for yourself as a clue to his deviltry is coyly offered:
"If there is no more pressing news," Faure said, as he opened his brief case, "I picked up a few videos for you while I was in Paris. They came very highly rated."
"These look great," Poupardin said, as he took the disks from Faure and eagerly examined the photo collage on the cover of one of the disks. "We can watch these when you come over tonight."
"It sounds like fun, Gerard, but I promised Suzanne and Betty I'd take them to dinner when I got back," Faure said, referring to his wife and daughter. Poupardin was obviously disappointed. "I'm sorry, Gerard," he said, and then looked at his watch. "I suppose we have a few minutes right now, if you'd like."
Poupardin smiled and went to lock the door.
Lord, give me strength! I may not be able to resist the rest of the series.