Sarah was five years old. She had lived all her life in a little village in Galilee, six miles from the shore of the great Sea. She had never been farther away than the olive tree grove, a long stone’s throw from the last house of the small community. But then, Sarah was only five. She lived with her grandfather who was unofficial rabbi for the twenty families of the village. Her grandfather, by his knowledge of the scripture, was the source for understanding the Hebrew law.

Sarah’s town was distant from the many Jewish fishing villages that rested against the great Sea of Galilee. The nearest to her was Capernaum. But had Sarah gone in the opposite direction, walking not to the Sea, but walking away, up the sloping roads that eventually led to Mount Herman, she would have come to the for…