"Tim Lahaye & Bob Philips - Babylon Rising 02 - The Secret On Ararat" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim) The Secret On Ararat - Babylon Rising 02
Tim Lahaye & Bob Philips DEDICATED TO the memory of famed astronaut Colonel James Irwin, who walked on the moon in 1971. His faith in Jesus Christ and the Bible caused him to search diligently during the 1980s for the ever-elusive Ark of Noah, which many believe will one day be found high in the rugged mountain peaks of Ararat, where it has been preserved in ice for about five thousand years–waiting for someone like him to locate what many expect will be "the greatest archaeological discovery of all time." FORWARD Even before the Great Earthquake of 1810, which blew out close to a third of the upper regions of Mount Ararat, sightings of the remains of Noah's Ark had been reported. Scores of credible people claim to have seen it, from mountain people who live in the area to professional explorers. There is credible evidence that at least one hundred fifty White Russian soldiers saw and examined it in 1917, just story of Noah and his family preserving humanity could well be the most important archaeological discovery of all time. Yet when all the stories are assembled there is a frightening thread that weaves through them. There must be a sinister force that has opposed all the searchers' valiant efforts up to the present from seeing the light of day. But we believe the tempo of exploration is heating up and that we may indeed be the generation that will finally reveal Noah’s Ark for all the world to see. Michael Murphy, noted archaeologist of Babylon Rising fame, will, in this book, The Secret on Ararat, lead the most perilous expedition to date. One that could provide another exciting step in the fulfillment of prophecies of the end time…which Jesus Christ predicted would be like “the days of Noah.” Can anyone seriously doubt that society today is very similar to the pre-flood days of Noah? ONE BREATHE. He desperately needed to breathe. But he knew instinctively that if he opened his mouth to try and suck in a breath, he would die. Gritting his teeth fiercely, Murphy opened his eyes instead. And a pair of yellow, animal eyes stared back. Then a wildly gaping jaw came into focus through the greenish gloom, pointed teeth bared in a silent snarl. Murphy reached out, expecting the teeth to clamp down on his hand, but the dog face had disappeared, sucked back into the watery darkness. |
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