Suscríbete a nuestro boletín de novedades y recíbelo en tu email.
There he sat. . A shabbily dressed man. . in the back of a church sanctuary. He sat in the shadows, anxious, fidgety, nervous. . He wore a soiled, silvery-white cloak. A shiny silver insignia was embroidered into the rumpled fabric that stretched across his chest. . The insignia? . An eagle, a winged man, an ox and a lion, symbols of the four evangelists. . Sacred memories and half-forgotten prophecies they flashed across his restless mind as he sat there, tightly holding an ancient scroll. At the conclusion of the service the man emerged from the shadows and discretely pulled the pastor aside, away from the congregation. . He hurriedly pulled a manila envelop that contained a small ancient scroll, a rough, faded parchment, and handed it to the pastor. His hands were trembling. For you and only you. John the Younger sent me. Do exactly as i say. Translate, transcribe, then save copies of this document into multiple computers for safety and secu