Over two thousand years ago, the sacred Ark of the Covenant mysteriously disappeared without a trace; prophesized to return to the people and be opened at some undisclosed future date, symbolizing that the coming of the messiah is near.  That time has now passed. Is the prophecy about to be fulfilled?  If so, why is the Ark still missing?  What will happen if the Ark is found and opened?  More importantly, who among us, in the modern day world, has God chosen to open it? Consider if you will, what you would do if Jesus, flanked by twelve great masters, mysteriously appeared before you, relaying that you were responsible for guarding and mastering the keys to the Ark of the Covenant?

Armed with the knowledge that humanity’s fate depended on their awareness that the prophecy was about to be fulfilled, would you have the courage to tell them why you were here? What if no one believed you?  What if, the one person who did believe you, was murdered by their own hand; Would YOU have the courage to overcome your grief-stricken rage or would you abandon God and the entire mission?

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Every few hundred years or so, a messiah, messenger, or sage is sent to walk among the masses; assigned to fulfill a sacred mission that will alter the course of humanity forever. This time, the most unlikely team was sent in to open the most sought after historical biblical artifact the world has ever known- the Ark of the Covenant! 

“The Master Key Keepers” is a compelling true story of one family’s journey as they experience magic and miracles beyond their wildest imaginations! Find out how their mission will affect your future in this amazing book filled with page turning adventures!  The time is much closer than you may think!

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Suddenly, the doves made their decision.

Willow leapt off the cage and flew directly into the tall weeds and saplings that stood behind us. It was a feeble attempt, at best. I laughed. So much for dramatic endings! He called encouragingly to Lilly, who nervously joined him, landing unceremoniously on a weak limb, which bent beneath her weight. “Oh yeah, this was going to take some time,” I shook my head and smiled. They would have to learn things they never needed to know before. Flying without worrying about having to navigate walls and cages was obviously the first thing on the list. Landings, especially on branches that would support their weight, would be the next.

They bounced around, fluttering from one poor choice to the next. It seemed Mother Nature was helping them understand that the higher they went, the more secure some of the branches would be. The illusion was that the lower they stayed to the ground, the safer they were. A paradox unfolded before my eyes. In some respects, it was just like life itself.

What takes most a lifetime to figure out, took the doves a matter of a few moments. They made their way up the sapling and caught their breaths near the top, which was just a few feet over my head, and stayed there panting, studying the land below.

Minutes clicked by. Emotionally, I was fine while they stayed close. After all, if I reconsidered, I could more than likely snatch one out of the tree and the other would follow. I clenched my jaw and fought the urge to retract my offer of freedom to them, as I had already done to Danni. No. This is like giving birth. Once you commit, you don’t go back on your word. I decided to wait. The bubbling tar in the pit of my stomach began to boil.

After a few minutes, Willow decided he’d had enough of the unstable perch by the river. He spotted the tall patch of older cottonwood trees just across the wash and made a dash for it. My eyes followed him as he haphazardly made his way over the van, across the rocky wash to a stronger, more dependable perch. I held my breath; sure he would tumble from the sky and hurt himself on the rocks below. To my surprise, he made it in one piece! It wasn’t a graceful maiden voyage, but it was a means to an end. 

“He’ll have to learn how to navigate wind currents,” I reminded myself. After all, in the bedroom, the greatest wind current he’d ever encountered was one of the dogs passing gas in front of his cage. He didn’t know that the wind was what would carry him thru life. Today, he was about to learn. “Poor bird,” I whispered to the sky, “all your life you’ve been flying into walls, beds, windows, and doors. You’ve never had the luxury of learning how to fly in a straight line before. You’ll learn, Willow! Just keep practicing! It’ll all come to you!” I felt a bittersweet pride for his accomplishment, but struggled to hold onto it. They were stepping out into the world on their own; yet, a part of me felt selfishly sad that they were leaving my life. 

Once Willow found a perch that could bear his weight, he immediately began calling Lilly. She looked at me as if to ask, “Is it okay? Can I go now?” I nodded at her encouragingly, “You can go now. I’ll always love you, Lilly!” With my final approval, she stepped off the branch and leapt into the sky. To her credit, her maiden voyage across the wash was a little more graceful than Willow’s. She always had been better at flying than Willow. Willow erratically darted and dashed everywhere he went, oblivious to potential dangers that awaited his untrained wings. 

Like a little child racing after a kite which had unexpectedly broken free from its string, forgetting my pain, I ran, half limping, across the rocky wash after them. “You take damn good care of each other!” I hollered thru uncontrollable sobs. “Don’t leave each other! Watch out for hawks, rattlesnakes, stupid kids with b-b guns, and eagles! There’s water right there at the river. So stay close to the river! And, there’s the seed¼” I started to choke on my words, losing the volume I had first started out with. “There’s the seed¼ I left for you by the river bank. Eat that till you find more food.” 

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I stood below the towering tree they had selected for their landing and looked up at them, my leg and back throbbing from the sprint over the rocks. Lilly was out of breath again. Probably due more to panic and fear than actual lack of being out of shape. She panted, but seemed to smile down at me, proud of herself that she had made it. Willow was a little higher up and harder to see. Before long, he started his mating call to Lilly, who returned his call. 

Satisfied they were stable, through blurry eyes and a runny nose, I returned to the van for some tissues. The molten tar was erupting uncontrollably. I stopped fighting the tears and slumped to the van’s floor in the back, leaning my head against the door that I’d opened so I could keep an eye on them. A searing pain raced across the muscles covering my right kidney; reminding me that I was foolish for thinking I could heal this error within a week. I winced, holding my breath through the sobs, until the pain subsided. 

In the distance, I could hear Willow’s cries faintly echoing throughout the valley. 

“You can sing all you want now, Willow!” I called to him, unexpectedly feeling guilty for having ever told him to shut up all those times he went off on a solo in the middle of the night, waking me up from a sound sleep. “No one’s ever going to tell you to shut up again! No one!” I whispered.

With that guilt-ridden epiphany, another wave of agonizing tears burst forth, forcing me to exhaust my supply of tissues. All that I’d been holding on to, the pain, the excruciating death, which was still fresh with the sting of grief and loss, the sudden downward spiral of my business and income, the fear, the anger, the rejection, abandonment; all came to the surface for release. It felt good to let it go, yet, an insane part of me wanted to keep clinging to the lower branches of life. 

I drew a deep breath, sighing heavily, and watched a final tear splash across the backside of one of the Keys. At the moment, they felt more like handcuffs, which chained me to some unseen force that drove me to overcome extreme odds, rather than tools that were designed to unlock the most sought after biblical artifact in the history of humanity. For the first time since I began the journey, I contemplated taking them off, quitting the mission, and walking away from it altogether. It was an awesome responsibility that weighed heavily on my shoulders. At times, it was just too much.

“I could just quit,” I lied to myself. “I could bury them, disappear somewhere, and forget the whole thing!” 

A flicker of fading afternoon sunlight danced across the other Key which had been spared my tears, briefly blinding me in its reflection. I began to question whether it was all worth it. I had given up my life in the name of this work. Wasn’t that enough? Why was I still being kicked around? Hadn’t I done everything that was asked of me? What more did I need to do? 

As I toyed with the cool metal on my arm, I tried to picture what my life would have been like without them. Would I have experienced all the magic and miracles that most only read about in literary works of fiction, or the ones commonly seen in movies? No. I was sure I would not. Quitting wasn’t an option. I knew that. I’d always known that. But, if I’d known back then about all the hell I’d have to go through to get where I was now, wherever that was, I’m sure I wouldn’t have agreed to it.

While watching Lilly and Willow adjust to their new environment, I mentally retraced the events that brought me to this place and time in my life¼

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