There will be no more Festivals of Light.
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At Nazareth I used to have a pet goat.
Memories... I can not tolerate juvenile memories any longer. I am not an old man. Memories must not impede my ministry.
There must be beauty. Life must have beauty.
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Jerusalem
Shevat 29
Thy rod and Thy staff will comfort me...yeah, though I walk through the valley of death yet will I be with Thee.
As I walked into Jerusalem I heard those words. It was dusk. An immense caravan choked the air, camels, drivers, gapers. Again I thought of Herod and the innocents: city life brings Herod to mind. The Kittim are evident on the main streets: helmets, standards, shields.