John Lyman - The Secret Chapel

“I see the new shower tent has been christened,” Leo said.

“What a great idea, a tent with running water. I feel like a new man. There’s nothing like a cool shower before dinner, even if it is almost midnight.”

Lev winked at Leo. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Living this close to the desert all our lives has helped us learn a few tricks to keep comfortable.”

Ariella entered the tent with the stray dog wrapped in a towel.

“What on earth are you doing with that dog?” Lev asked.

“He needed a bath too. He smelled terrible. Since he’s staying with us, he’s going to be well-groomed.”

The mess tent had taken on the din of a popular bistro at happy hour. Everyone was chatting all at once and enjoying the sumptuous meal created by the cooks. Alon seemed happier than usual and had his arm draped over the shoulder of one of the female helicopter pilots. Ariella introduced her to Leo and John as Alon’s fiancee, Nava. The couple apparently had not seen each other in months and couldn’t take their eyes off each other.

John and Ariella retreated to a far corner of the tent to engage in some quiet conversation while the former stray dog slept soundly at their feet after having made the rounds of every table and receiving his fill of handouts.

“Those two are starting to look like a couple,” Lev said, watching his daughter and John alone at a table. He sighed before turning his attention back to Leo. “Do you have any knowledge of group dreams and prophecy, Father?”

“Well, my specific area of study is ancient Christian sects and how they came to form the Catholic Church, but I recall several documented cases of group dreams occurring throughout history among the faithful. Some are what I would call inspirational dreams that have a positive effect and can spur people on to achieve great things in the name of God. Others seem to be more prophetic in nature, predicting either catastrophic or miraculous events. These dreams can also be a warning, offering instead a vision of things to come for those who refuse to heed God’s word.”

“Can these dreams come from somewhere other than God?” Lev asked. “I mean, could Satan inspire group dreams in people?”

“Well, I guess when you’re talking about dreams with religious overtones, there’s really no way to tell. A lot depends on the content of the dream and what you may or may not be asked to do in them. Mental institutions and prisons are full of people who did some really bad things they believed God had told them to do in a dream.”

Lev shifted uneasily in his seat. “I haven’t mentioned this before, Leo, but many of us here have been having dreams about coming to this desert together, including myself. I guess there’s been some concern about where these dreams are truly coming from.”

This was getting interesting. “What exactly do you see in your dreams, Lev? I mean, are there any explicit verbal instructions, and do you all dream the same thing?”

“For the most part, we all see a terrible storm over the desert.”

Leo felt a sudden chill as the hair raised up on his arms.

“I don’t know if Morelli told you, Father,” Lev said, “but I’ve had the gift of prophecy since I was a child.”

Leo put his glass down and looked Lev right in the eyes. This man was serious. Leo had a knack for being able to tell if someone was telling the truth or pulling his leg. In his entire career as a Jesuit priest, he had met only one other person who had the gift of prophecy, and that person was the previous pope.

“Do you mean you actually see things that happen in the future?”

Lev looked embarrassed. “Well, yes. It’s only happened a few times and I never know when it will occur again. When I was a student, I told one of my teachers in school that I had dreamed about the American president being shot and killed. The next day, President Kennedy was assassinated. I also dreamed about the World Trade Center being hit by airplanes the night before the attack.”

Leo was dumbstruck. A real-life prophet here and now in this day and age. Morelli must have been totally beside himself when he met this man. One of his main goals in life had been to meet a real prophet living in today’s world. Morelli had believed that by meeting a modern prophet whose prophesies could be verified, he could validate stories from the Old Testament about the prophets of old.

“But you said others in your group have been having dreams about coming to the desert.”

“Only lately. Those of us mentioned as chosen have had the same dream for the past two weeks. We’re all praying that these dreams are coming from God and not somewhere else.”

Leo thought for a moment. “Have any of the others had prophetic dreams in the past?”

“No, and we’re not sure that these dreams are even prophetic, because nothing we saw in the dreams has happened yet.”

“Is there a common thread to these dreams other than the storm and the desert?”

Lev ran his hands through his hair and breathed in deeply. “Yes. Besides seeing a storm, we all heard a voice telling us that we were chosen.”

Leo took a long sip of Israeli wine and reclined in his seat as he thought about what Lev had just told him. “Until it’s proven otherwise, I would have to say your dreams come from God. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve had the same dream, and Father Morelli instructed me not to trust anyone with this task who wasn’t specifically listed in the code as being chosen.”

“I have to admit, I was starting to wonder if you had dreamed the same dream as the rest of us,” Lev said. “I felt relieved when I saw the word chosen encoded with our names in the Bible. That does seem to verify that these dreams come from God, even if none of us has any idea why we’ve been chosen, or for what. What we do know is that all of us have been brought together in what, in my opinion, is way more than just a coincidence. I guess we’re just going to have to be patient until the code reveals the real reason we’ve all been summoned here.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Leo said, hoisting his half-full glass of wine.

Lev touched his glass to Leo’s. “A toast to dreams and codes and all true messages from God.”

The two men continued to hold their glasses in a salute, looking straight into the eyes of one another, knowing, at that moment, that God had truly ordained this conclave in the desert. They placed their glasses on the table, and Leo leaned close to Lev in an effort to keep their conversation private. “I’m probably being redundant telling you this, Lev, but there are fifteen prophets who have books named after them in the Bible. Elijah was the first to perform miracles in a battle between God and the deities of the pagans. I sincerely pray you will be our Elijah in the days to come. God has given you the gift of prophecy for a reason, and you must use it wisely, both for the sake of everyone here tonight and maybe even the world itself in the days to come.”

Lev frowned at the comparison between himself and the prophets of old. “You don’t pull any punches, do you, Father?”

“Only in boxing when I was in the ring with a weaker opponent.”

Lev had enjoyed his discussion with Leo. The priest had a gift for listening and condensing other’s concerns down to their very essence. Yawning, he realized he needed a few hours of uninterrupted sleep before their work began in the morning. He stood and stretched before turning back toward Leo. “The gift of prophecy is a difficult thing to describe, Father. I’ve been struggling with it all my life. I used to get periodic flashes of things before they happened, but now they’re becoming stronger and more frequent. I can only tell you that something bigger than anything I have ever seen before is coming. We need to have a meeting tomorrow after breakfast with everyone in the camp. I’ll go over what we know up to now, and hopefully, that will help us in our plan of action in the days to come.”