They looked over their shoulders one final time to see what was left of their city and their homes. The prisoners searched the rubble with their eyes hoping to find a familiar sight. They longed to see something familiar that might bring comfort to their unsettled hearts and minds. But when the smoke from the fires cleared enough for them to see, they saw only empty spaces where their houses had stood. They felt anger toward the soldiers who had replaced their homes with sky, but their anger turned to sheer pain as they saw the agonizing emptiness that replaced the building that had been the center of their lives. In angry disbelief they stared at the empty space where Yahweh's temple had previously stood. This look was their last visual memory of what had been their home and their religio…