Scene Two

It was a little about eight in the evening when we climbed the Horns of Hattin. We had pushed through 25 kilometers since nine in the morning. The trail was fairly easy with lush country and beautiful views all around. Cana was a quaint little town where we grabbed a bite to eat and some groceries for the coming shabbat. Here we were now with sore feet and tired limbs, overlooking the sea of Galilee and the flickering lights of the dozen cities and villages in view. It was another one of those surreal moments that you never really look forward to, but its beauty catches you by surprise. Over there is Capernum. Over there might be where Jesus told the Disciples to cast their nets on the other side. And this place is where Jesus walked on water through a storm. We sat in silence, munching on our apples, fresh pita and jelly. On this night the winds and waves were still.