 when the remnant who had returned from Persia offered the first sacrifice in the newly rebuilt temple, did they ever know that Daniel had prayed? Did they ever see in the shadows 800 miles east the figure of a man with a long gray beard, a man too old to make the trip to Jerusalem, a man looking out his window, praying, pouring out his heart, standing in the gap for his people, holding God to his word as he prayed specifically?