Shhhhh. Do you see that? Over the ridge there? Those flames in the night? That’s Tzipori. The Roman legions are burning it. I can’t get the screams out of my head. Dear God. Why must this war wage on? What have we done? What are we to do? We must flee. I’ll take the dagger. No don’t, it’s better not to, I am told. Annoyed, I oblige, but I don’t know why I do, everything is happening so fast. Let’s leave the livestock, pack only enough meal for us and feed for the donkeys. Shall we go into the mountains or risk our chances on the King’s Highway? What will become of the baby? God, show us the way.
The seventh decade of the Common Era is drawing to a close, the once commander and now Roman Emperor Vespasian has sent his legions to Syro-Palestine, consisting of thousands of troops. Their staging area was not too far from the modern-day port city of Haifa. During the Jewish War they would venture inland and burn entire villages, Tzipori one of them, just 6 km to the north of Nazareth; its surviving inhabitants, Jewish historian Flavius Josephus tells us, were reduced to slaves--this a quick jog away from where Jesus grew up, the same distance as from here to Lake Chabot.
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