A.D. 30(127)

“The forgotten way of Yeshua,” I said. And even in saying it I realized I might very well forget again.

“You will return to Palestine to find him?” he asked.

Yeshua’s words came back to me. There is far more to be revealed in time. Only then will you be able to follow where I will go.

And where will you go, master? Where will you lead me?

It was a mystery. I would trust, absent of that knowledge, for this was faith.

I had wondered on occasion why he would reveal himself to me as he had. Perhaps I could accept his teaching as I had only because of my ignorance of deep Jewish convictions, so dear to those Galileans to whom he spoke. But none of that mattered now.

He had revealed himself to me. And I would never be the same.

“Yeshua and I will meet again,” I said. Then I tapped my camel and took us into the sands.

Toward Dumah.

Toward Judah.