My guess is that most of you have heard of Indiana Jones—poster boy for swashbuckling archeologists. I’m also guessing most of you have never heard of Ohio Smith. Ohio and Indiana actually grew up together as neighbors—sharing, even as children, a love for the hidden testimony of times gone by.
Ohio grew up to be no less the swashbuckling archeologist, but without the publicist and certainly without the relationship to George Lucas and Steven Spielberg. The fact that Ohio doesn’t look like Harrison Ford probably didn’t help either.
But Ohio, like Indiana, loves relics that transcend the past; and Ohio, like Indiana, has traveled the world—following obscure clues discovered in the manuscripts and artifacts of antiquity; and Ohio, like Indiana, has uncovered countless living secrets of yesteryear.
Some time ago, after long and desperate months of deprivation and danger searching through the fierce landscapes and harsh conditions of what is now Iraq and Syria, Ohio entrusted me with a set of ancient scrolls—a family’s journals he had unearthed. Ohio had translated bits and pieces—enough to cause him to send the scrolls to me with a note, “I trust you with these, but be careful.”
I then tracked down a diverse array of experts to complete the translations for the scrolls combined an odd mix of languages: right-to-left, our-back-to-our-front Hebrew, gracefully flowing Arabic, Egyptian hieroglyphics.
I’ve kept both the original scrolls and the now completed translations to myself, but what with The DaVinci Code and all the hoopla around that, The Gospel of Judas and all the hoopla around that, feel that now might be the time to share with you these ancient texts. Some of them are lengthy; some not so much. Hear now the familial voices of our past.