It was a hot day. Of course when isn’t it hot in the Holy City? It’s hard to think of Jerusalem without starting to sweat. And it was another scorcher today. And dusty. And dry. And crowded. Especially during the Feast of Weeks. Every time I arrive for a Festival I ask myself why they couldn’t be held in the cooler season. But Yahweh has His reasons for arranging it this way. Read more
