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The God of Our Ancestors von Adele (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 01.07.2011
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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The God of Our Ancestors

The God of Our Ancestors is the scorching romance that follows the ancient Israelites from Egypt to the Promised Land, and tells the tale of the tale of two people and two peoples: Caleb, the ruggedly handsome Israelite stone cutter in Pharaoh's Egypt, whose relationship with the God of his ancestors is tested by unimaginable hardship; and Mishael, the strikingly beautiful Witch of Midian, whose sacrifice to remain pure for the God of her ancestors shapes her life. When their lives and cultures cross, the explosive resulting climax provides essential context for answering a 3500+ year-old mystery -- why did God keep Moses from entering the Promised Land? The answer will shock and astound you, even as this romance takes you on a journey you will never forget.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 550
    Erscheinungsdatum: 01.07.2011
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781617926334
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 1371 kBytes
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The God of Our Ancestors

Caleb

Caleb's mother died giving birth to him. She hailed from the tribe of Judah and believed fervently in the God of her ancestors. Even as she lay dying with the infant Caleb in her arms, she never wavered in her beliefs. Her husband, Jephunneh, was a Kenizzite slave working Pharaoh's quarries. {4} Jephunneh swore, on his wife's deathbed, that he would teach his son the beliefs and traditions of his wife's ancestors.

Jephunneh arranged for a wet nurse from the tribe of Judah to care for his son. She educated Jephunneh in Judah'ism, as she called it, a way of life and belief system that Jephunneh adopted as his own. She taught Jephunneh (as she would later teach Caleb) of God Almighty, ruler of Creation, who had endless knowledge and power, but no name and no form. The thought of such a Being brought hope to the hopeless and light to the darkness.

Like all slaves, Jephunneh loathed slavery and longed for freedom. Unlike many, however, Jephunneh appreciated the blessings in his life. But then, he was still young and healthy. In the quarry, those who worked hard and didn't complain fared well, while those whose bodies or minds failed them felt the sting of the whip or worse.

Life in the quarry had many hardships, but it left Jephunneh's body rock hard. Sometimes, the days in the hot sun seemed endless, but the few free men he saw from day to day - Pharaoh's guards and overseers - worked hard in their own way. Whether free man or slave, a man still had to work to feed his family and spent the end of the day with loved ones and friends. Jephunneh had a hard life, yet he felt blessed as his wife's belly had grown with his infant child. Besides, most Israelite slaves suffered far harder bondage.

Jephunneh possessed a quiet wisdom that surprised all who came to know him. Friends and neighbors had begun looking to Jephunneh to settle disputes. It started simply enough when he broke up a quarrel and chastised each party for their part in the matter. He spoke to them from his heart and his head, hardly believing when they heeded his advice. It hadn't taken long before others sought him out when he returned home from the quarry.

Jephunneh never charged for judging and refused all gifts. "Payment creates the appearance of corruption and then corruption soon follows," Jephunneh told all who offered him gifts.

Jephunneh welcomed judging for he was not naturally social. Solitary by nature, Jephunneh chose his friends sparingly. His wife had been his best friend - his only friend truth be told. The death of Jephunneh's wife left him empty and alone.



Within days after Caleb's birth, Jephunneh found himself working in the quarry next to a stonecutter named Nun, an Israelite member of the Ephraim tribe. Nun attacked the stone with such ferocity that quarry workers feared him and overseers kept their distance. More apt to scowl than smile, Nun's brooding intensity frightened people away, but hid a surprisingly gentle spirit.

That day, however, Nun smiled broadly. The quarry rang with the sound of Nun's hammer, pounding spike after spike, deep into the rock. The harder he worked, the broader he smiled, until he no longer seemed the same man to Jephunneh.

"You're smiling," Jephunneh observed, taking a swig from a water skin and speaking to Nun for the first time. "I've never seen you smile before."

"I have a son," Nun replied proudly, wiping the sweat from his brow. "His name is Hosea. Born thre

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