From this moment forward, Leo realized that people around the globe would now have tangible proof that the Bible was a living text that continued to reveal God’s word in new and exciting ways. Its message to the world had not stopped with events that happened only in ancient times. Instead, it was guiding their lives in the present, as it was always meant to do, proving itself to be a timely book now and for the future. The passage in the code that read
John was watching Ariella towel her hair dry in the back of the helicopter when she started smiling sweetly at him.
“What?”
“God saved our lives tonight, John. He saved us for each other.”
John was at a loss for words. He reached out and held her close, knowing that it was becoming increasingly evident that he could no longer imagine life without her.
Behind them in the desert, water continued to gush from the newly formed crevice in the ground. Farther in the distance, the pillar of fire lit up the sky, while in the canyon beyond, a strange reddish glow highlighted the towering cliffs. If anyone had been near enough to hear it, a chorus of shrieking and growling noises could be heard coming from the darkness.
Chapter 24
A constant stream of vehicles came and went from Lev Wasserman’s villa. Both teams had arrived by helicopter before dawn and most went straight to bed. Those who needed some minor medical attention were first treated by an Israeli doctor before trudging upstairs to their rooms.
Almost everyone slept until after noon when they awoke and slowly made their way downstairs. They gathered in the kitchen and out by the pool under a brilliant blue sky, where they enjoyed some simple food cooked to order by one of the chefs. After enjoying orange juice, coffee, and pastries, Lev gave Leo a tour of the grounds around the villa, while out on the beach, Ariella and John were breathing in the fresh sea air and walking in the surf, followed by Camp the dog.
Moshe was in the underground command center, scanning the satellite pictures of the Negev Desert and focusing in on the images of what remained of their camp. Israel and the rest of the world had awakened to the news that a vast oil reserve had been discovered in the desert, while simultaneously, water from an unknown aquifer was flooding an area nearby, creating a wetland of lakes and waterfalls.
News crews were tramping about in the water and circling overhead in helicopters with their cameras. People in Israel were celebrating in the streets, while the rest of the world watched as images of the tower of flame in the desert flashed onto their TV screens.
Rumors of oil in Israel had been circulating for years, and now, by what could only be called a miracle, the country was about to share in the wealth of the Middle East. Additionally, Israel’s leaders had always considered using irrigation to create farmland in the Negev Desert in an effort to produce more food for its growing population, and now water was pouring from the earth, a biblical gift from God.
Watching the flat screen TV over the bar, Gabriella and Nava were sitting with Alon and Daniel under the roof of the open-air kitchen by the pool, devouring turkey club sandwiches and downing ice-cold bottles of Coke.
“Just look at those pictures of the desert,” Nava said, looking up at the screen. “The whole area is totally flooded. The newscasters are calling it a miracle.”
Daniel kept his eyes glued to the TV. “If people only knew the whole story, they would know just how much of a miracle it really is.”
“Look,” Gabriella said, “there’s the camp. You can see some of the equipment and the antennas from the communications tent sticking up above the water. And look there, in the distance. You can still see the fire jetting out of the hole in the cavern.” She paused to watch the scene. “How long do you think this will go on Daniel?”
“No way to tell. A lot depends on the size of the aquifer and oil deposit below, not to mention the pressures that have built up on them over time. It always amazes me that some of the most barren places on earth seem to hold the greatest treasures.”
“Well, it certainly looks like the Negev Desert is going to be a Garden of Eden now,” Gabriella added, unable to take her eyes off the screen. “I just keep thinking of that awful place that’s been down there all this time, with those grotesque demons guarding it. It really makes you wonder if there are any other places like that in the world.”
Alon took a sip of his Coke and turned away from the TV. “I think that almost everyone knows that the human race has always been surrounded by evil, but to actually come face-to-face with it, to look it right in the eye as a tangible entity, is something that’s so unreal that I think a lot of people are going to have a hard time believing us. I’d like to think of myself as a man who could stand up to almost anything, but what we saw down in that cavern last night was something I hope I never see again as long as I live. I’ll tell you one thing though; it’s made my faith in God even stronger than it was before, and that was pretty strong.”
Walking through the vineyards with Lev, Leo was deep in thought. He gazed out beyond the sand dunes at the blue water of the Mediterranean and marveled at the rhythms of life. The tide came in and out every day without fail, just as life ebbed and flowed. Daylight and darkness, life and death, everything had a rhythm.
The very presence of a book inspired by Satan didn’t surprise him. It was the classical yin and yang, the good versus evil that had existed since men came into the world. But why exactly did it exist? The philosophical questions raised by its existence would be endless. Was it some kind of Nihilistic thesis? When was it written, and what did it say? And most chilling of all, was Satan really the inspiration for its existence?
Leo stopped next to a row of merlot grapes and turned toward Lev. “Did you recognize the writing in the book?”
“Daniel seems to think it’s a form of cuneiform writing. It resembles some Mesopotamian script found on ancient tablets near Babylon.”
“Has he been able to decipher any of it?”
“Not yet. There’s nothing to compare it with. There’s no telling how old it is or when it was written.”
“What’s your gut feeling then?”
“I’ve been thinking about that all morning. I mean, there’s no telling what’s inside that damned thing. Maybe it’s an antithesis of our own Bible, with its own version of the history of creation and an entirely different set of commandments. I can tell you one thing, though … that book was written with a definite purpose in mind, and I doubt it’s a love letter for humanity.”
Leo held a rosary in his hand as the two men turned down a path leading between two rows of grapevines. “You know, Lev, many people throughout history have also used God’s book as an excuse to do some pretty evil things, but you’re right; those are the kinds of questions we need to explore if we want to find out why we were sent to find a book inspired by Satan at this point in history. I keep thinking of Morelli’s analogy of the Bible being infused with a series of time locks, so I’m guessing the answers will come when God wants us to have them.”
Leo continued to wonder if the Devil’s Bible identified its followers with stories of their own ancestors. In other words, did Satan have his own version of an iniquitous opposite to Abraham? Did he send a figure into the world to spawn a legacy of evil among man? Could this explain the age-old question of why there were both good and evil people in the world? The Cain and Able dichotomy.
Leo watched the young sentries who voluntarily patrolled the fields without complaint. They were the continuation of a long legacy of good versus evil as they struggled to defend their families and friends against terrorist attacks.
As the two men walked along manicured paths, Lev pointed out the individual family houses scattered over the park-like setting of the compound’s two hundred acres. After Lev converted to Christianity, he and his wife had started this community together in an effort to provide a kibbutz-like atmosphere for Christians in Israel. His late wife had been passionate about the land and was instrumental in the farm’s design. Her handprints were on everything, from the decision on where the vineyards and vegetable gardens would be planted, to planning and supervising the construction of the villa and all the houses on the farm.
As Leo took in the beauty of the grounds, he thought of the courage it took for Lev and his wife to create such a place. “What do your Jewish friends and neighbors think of a Christian kibbutz in their midst?”
