MT. ARBEL'S SHADOWS
MT.
ARBEL’S SHADOWS
Ham and I passed fragrant jujube trees on our approach to Mt.
Arbel. Its cliff cast ancient shadows of Hellenistic battles, and Christ’s
Great Commission. I was Ham's disciple, and he’d commissioned me to climb.
Halfway up, we scrabbled into a cave, where Jews had hidden
from marauding Romans.
Ham huffed, forcing me into a hands-and-knees position. My
palms bled. I reared like a stallion. Ham’s head struck a stalactite. He
stumbled out of the cave’s mouth and tumbled over the cliffside.
I scrambled from the cavern and summited Mt. Arbel—its
shadows dissolving into the blue Sea of Galilee.
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