The Respected Scribe
The Torah Scribe - Ephraim Moses Lilien He looked up into the night sky from his perch outside the temple. He was a scribe. One who studied. One who knew. The star to the south seemed to take a dominant place in the night sky. Perhaps he'd seen this star before, but he thought not. "Jeremiah," he said to the young boy, who had followed him out to the wall, hoping to be of service to his master. "Here I am," Jeremiah replied, standing before the respected scribe. "Look to the south," the scribe pointed, a long thin finger, toward the star, just in case the boy was unsure of direction. "Do you see that star?" "I do." "Do you think there is some meaning tied to its appearance?" Jeremiah was unsure how to answer. He knew little. His master knew much. "I seldom look at the stars," Jeremiah offered in response. The scribe smiled. He was a decent man, and he cared deeply for the young boy who served him. "O...