John Lyman - The Secret Chapel

Everyone by the pool stopped what they were doing and stared at the TV screen in total disbelief. It was one of those moments when, years later, people would recall exactly where they were when they heard the news. The television journalists were silent for a moment, not knowing what to say next or if professional decorum had rules for their emotions at a moment like this.

The female newswoman tried to compose herself before continuing. “We’ve just learned that apparently, sometime around 1:00 AM Central Standard Time, a small fishing boat entered the Houston ship channel from the Gulf of Mexico. Shortly thereafter, those onboard detonated what is believed to be a nuclear bomb in the center of one of the largest petrochemical industrial areas in the world. The scene was captured on tape by security cameras just before the blast. Authorities say it is an obvious attempt to knock out some of the country’s largest refineries and cripple the economy, with the added benefit of taking the lives of as many Americans as possible in the process.”

Daniel slammed his orange juice down on the bar. “It’s 9/11 all over again.”

“No, it’s much worse,” Nava said. “Now the bastards have nuclear weapons.”

Ariella leaned close to John as tears began to flow, mixing with the drying saltwater of the sea on her tanned face. Her mother had been an American, and she had distant relatives who lived in Texas. Returning from their walk through the fields, Leo and Lev joined the others in front of the TV just in time to see the first pictures from Houston spring to life on the screen. Before their eyes was a scene of unbelievable horror.

News of the attack spread throughout the villa prompting Moshe to put the compound on the highest alert. The Israelis had played out this scenario in their hearts and minds many times over the years since the attacks of September 11. They had hypothesized that, if one city was attacked anywhere in the Christian or Jewish world, it could be the beginning of a coordinated series of detonations in other cities around the globe.

Some of the brightest minds in think tanks on both sides of the Atlantic had run the numbers, and the laws of probability and supply and demand won every time. Since the old USSR had collapsed, several nuclear weapons had gone missing, and people with a lot of money could buy anything. The laws of probability, plus the laws of supply and demand, equaled nuclear weapons in the hands of terrorists.

Tel Aviv was less than twenty miles from the villa and was a highly prized target of terrorists. Jerusalem was officially considered off the list for now, since the Dome of the Rock and the El-Aqsa Mosque, two of the most holy sites in Islam, were located on the Haram esh-Sharif in the old section of the city. But times were strange and getting stranger, and even though many believed the holy city was probably safe from attack, the radicals were seized by a fervor resembling mental illness, and therefore, theoretically, everything was on the table.

The staff switched the channel to CNN, where they were already interviewing government officials. Security consultants were blaming the explosion on radical Islamic terrorists, or RITs, the acronym used by many in the intelligence community to identify this newest enemy to world peace.

“No surprise there,” Alon said when he heard the latest bit of news.

The TV networks were pulling out all the stops and using every resource available. Unnamed sources within the CIA and NSA were quoted as saying that they had already gathered enough evidence to begin building a case against those who had attacked America.

Everyone at the villa watched the reaction from around the world as the global community joined in the rising tide of sorrow and fear beginning to circle the world. Leo was struck by the timing. When God brought forth his bounty, such as the oil and water now washing over the desert, Satan seemed to strike back with yet another depraved assault against humanity. Was the painting of a nuclear explosion on the seal they had found outside the ancient chapel a warning after all?

While everyone sat frozen in front of TV screens throughout the villa, Daniel was about to make a discovery that would remove any doubt from their minds.

Daniel liked to work alone. Possessed with a brilliant mind, he was totally absorbed in his work on the Bible code. He was one of those people who could solve a Rubik’s Cube in less than a minute. When not busy working on codes, he loved cooking French food and collecting fine bottles of wine from vineyards around the world. Despite his service in the higher echelons of the Israeli military, those who knew him well considered him a Renaissance man. No one would have been surprised that he had retreated to his computer in the command center to work on the code in the face of the tragedy in Houston. He needed the time alone to reflect on man’s inhumanity to man, and working on the code allowed him to think.

The glow from the computer screen highlighted his intellectual features. His tussled brown hair and beard, along with his round horn-rimmed glasses, gave him the look of a perpetual student. He scrolled through endless permutations in the code for the hundredth time in an effort to find some clue to the meaning of the chapel under the Vatican. Ever since he had found the first mention of the chapel in the code months earlier, its significance had eluded him.

In 1993, American astronomers Shoemaker and Levy had discovered a comet streaking toward Jupiter, and after measuring its speed and trajectory, they estimated that it would hit the gigantic planet on July 16, 1994. Several years later, after the collision had occurred as predicted on that date, when Daniel had been a mathematics student at the Hebrew University, Professor Lev Wasserman was trying out a new skip sequence in the code when he discovered something that shocked him to his core. Encoded in the book of Isaiah was the mention of a collision of a comet with Jupiter on the exact same date … July 16, 1994.

The precise date of the comet’s impact with the planet had been encoded in the Bible three thousand years before the actual event had occurred. The day Lev shared this discovery with Daniel was the day Daniel Meir became convinced that the code was proof of a higher power at work.

He was just about to turn off the screen when he noticed some words highlighted in red. Right in front of him was the phrase … under the Vatican . He stopped and scanned the page up and down, looking for something, anything. There! To the left of the phrase, the words holy chapel jumped out at him.

Perspiration formed across Daniel’s brow and trickled down his temples while he continued to scan the page for other hidden words. He didn’t have to scan for long. Across the bottom of the page was the longest phrase in the code he had seen to date … God will send his chosen guardians to take the book to the holy chapel. That was it! That was the chapel’s secret. It had been constructed to receive the book. Daniel thought back to the passage that said they will give it to God. The answer to how they would give the book to God was right in front of him.

Then, something else caught his attention … two more phrases. Satan will bring fire to the world and his forces will come for the book . Running up horizontally from the bottom, he saw another phrase pop up on the screen … the evil one will strike back. The encoded messages were coming at an exponentially faster rate. He sat transfixed as the computer continued to reveal more hidden phrases … The book holds Satan’s plan and Tribulation until God takes the book .

Daniel ran his fingers through his beard and stared at the screen. For some reason, God wanted Satan’s book taken to the chapel … and He was using His chosen ones to do it. But for what reason? He read two of the phrases over again; the evil one will strike back and his forces will come for the book. Was the attack on Houston Satan striking back? What next? Chills ran up Daniel’s spine as he realized the danger they were all in.