"Please," Elias whispered, his hand resting on the warm plastic of the computer.

He thought about the sick in his village and the heavy silence that seemed to hang over the valley. He needed the blueprints. He needed to understand how those "Generals" had maintained their walk with the divine without faltering.

He wasn't looking for a casual read. Elias lived in a small, dusty village where the nearest library was a three-day trek and the internet arrived in sporadic, temperamental waves. For weeks, he had heard the elders speak of the "Generals"—men and women like Smith Wigglesworth and Maria Woodworth-Etter—who moved in signs and wonders. Elias didn't just want to know their history; he wanted to catch their fire.