The aging Colombian niñera named him Christian. Though her caring role was short-lived after Christian’s illegitimate and unheralded birth in a small remote convent in Colombia, her choice was prophetic. The name was considered visionary when relayed by the young Father Jonathan Kennedy to decision-makers within the Vatican.
Now, twenty years later, a vivid image in the dawn sky grew. The small audience of islanders watched Christian slowly descend toward their beach. As his flowing robes filled their view, the inhabitants below recognized him immediately as their Lord and Savior,
Upon seeing them, Christian’s first thought was his satisfaction at being identified just as the remote planners had hoped. Those responsible—living and dead, witting and unwitting—had labored and schemed for this moment, giving of their lives and, perhaps, their very souls.
These were the first moments of the greatest deception ever attempted. The supreme Vatican gamble followed the work of two decades, and the planned return of Christ to earth was to finally take place.