Stranger by the Lake
Walk with us in the Places the Nazarene Loved
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In the hours preceding the dawn, she stood on the point of land overlooking the little cove wherein her husband’s boat had moored for the eleven years they had been married. Tears streamed down her face. That little boat, and her weathered and tanned fisherman, would never be seen again.
A quick and fierce night time Galilean thunder storm had descended from the hilltops surrounding the lake, whipping its waters into life threatening waves. Fishermen survived on their ability to predict the weather, sometimes not too well. More than one husband rested on the shallow bottom of
The Rabbi could offer little comfort. He could only say we will remember him, but she knew that her husband was not famous or wealthy. No professional mourners would wail at the synagogue this Sabbath. No special sacrifices would be offered in the temple in
A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder.
The Nazarene.
He knew why she was crying before she attempted to sob her desperate story.
“My Father has a special blessing for you, daughter,” she heard Him say.
“In a few years, you will learn things the Rabbi does not know. Memories are important, but eternal life exists. Formats Book Details I went to the land of my youthful dreams. And it was all true! I knew these people. I knew how they lived and died. I walked among their ruins. I ate their food. I viewed the hills and rivers. And so...let me introduce you to some of my brothers and sisters. Separated by generations, yes, but as close to each other as any family could be. They like me, have failed at times. They cried. They prayed. They laughed. They feared. They loved. And this family has room for you, too.
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