There is an image in my head this morning which arises from the memories of Israel when we went there time before last. I was standing on a hillside looking across a small ravine to an adjacent hillside. It was rocky and there was some greenery because of the spring rains. Almost as if woven there, pathways like narrow ruts crisscrossed the hillside. Each distinctly visible and each obviously with its own destination. They appeared random, but I doubted that they were because each one was well traveled. Read the rest of this entry »