ABSTRACT
What I first see in this place: disorder, chaos, the earth torn up, trees uprooted, objects scattered, dead men, and dead horses. That’s how I see it today. But yesterday, a long time ago, the place was delightful. On the shores of the Lake of Gennesaret, in Galilee, a prophet had come. He skirted the shores of Lake Tiberias, climbed the nearby mountains, marched along the plain, visited the small towns. They were called Magdala, Dalmanutha, Bethsaida, Chorazin, and Capernaum. They were surrounded by a lake, shrubs, fields of flowers, and the wind that carried their fragrance. 1
