The Great Thirst Two: Purified (The Great Thirst: An Archaeological Mystery Serial, #2) / The Great Thirst: An Archaeological Mystery Serial (ePub)

In association with The Edge Books. theedgebooks.blogspot.com/ The mystery archaeologists suddenly appear and Keith learns firsthand about the quest for the Golden Testaments.He finds himself with more questions than answers. What do these people want with him?. He doesn't see how he can travel to Greece, Turkey, and who knows where without neglecting his family. The lure of ancient technology and the chance to unravel a mystery like no other can't make up for the deadly peril of an underwater attack and a terrifying phone call. Is he really ready to pay the price for preserving and spreading the Word if it means putting his family in danger?

"Well, then, suppose a bad man came to your house and said, 'Where are your sisters?' Would you tell him where they are?"
"No. I would tell them to run and hide." Den puffed out his little chest and clenched his fists.
"Oh, so you would not tell this man where your sisters are?"
"No, not if he wants to take my sisters away."
"I see. But what if he said, 'You have too many sisters. Give me three of them."
Den shook his head violently.
"Then how many of your sisters would you give up? You have so many."
"He can't have any of my sisters," Den insisted. "I take karate. I would fight him."
"Why is that, my brave little karate student?"
"I love them," Den replied.
Naddy walked back to the spear, yanked it out of the panel, and carried it to where Keith and Den stood by the steps. He twisted the spear and drew out the facsimile scrolls rolled up inside. "These are my sisters," he said fervently. "They are my brothers. They are my mother and my father. I love them. The bad men cannot have them. I will hide them, and I will fight, and I will die, to save what I love. Do you understand now?"
Den stared at him with huge, solemn eyes. "But it's just papers."
"Not just papers," Naddy said. "It is the Word of God. It is truth, love, peace, power - it is the voice of One who made all things, loved us, died for us, and calls out to us to come to Him."
"Oh," the little boy breathed. "I didn't know they were such important papers."