Chapter 15
GUSH HALAV, UPPER GALILEE – SPRING, 33 C.E. The rhythmic clanging of his father’s chisel was the heartbeat of the morning. Eleven-year-old Yossi sat perched on a massive, sun-warmed basalt boulder just outside the synagogue’s construction site. He leaned forward, crushing a sprig of wild hyssop between his palms, the peppery scent mingling with the fine white dust of pulverized limestone that hung in the air.














