Ezra is slowly getting better. LOL. No, it's good, I'm just slowly getting into it. ; ) haha.
Here is something I thought was pretty humorous (not to be sacrilegious—it was just interesting trying to imagine what happened, you know—the scene) from the end of chapter three.
" . . . old men who had seen the first temple, wept with a loud voice when the foundation of this temple was laid before their eyes. Yet many shouted aloud for joy, so that the people could not discern the noise of the shout of joy from the noise of the weeping of the people, for the people shouted with a loud shout, and the sound was heard afar off" 3:12,13.
I was trying to imagine what that would have been like; all these older people crying with disappointment while all the younger people were thrilled with the progress—and the whole time the difference of the two distinct emotions could not be distinguished from the collective sound of the crowd.
P.S. I think the title makes this entry sound more philosophical than it really is.
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