I had half an hour before meeting my friend for lunch, so I decided to walk, wander, and allow the impulses that lead you through most of life, pull me along. Jerusalem is mild in December and the winter chill is merely a tease. So I found myself in a park with stone walkways and an occasional young couple hand in hand. I turned to leave and suddenly there was a fragrance in the air. I stopped and became very still, as if any movement would be an affront to some invisible force. I looked carefully at the bushes beside the path and they looked the way bushes should look in winter, bare branches, glistening gray brown, anticipating something grand. I lingered for a long while, until all doubt vanished from my heart.
A moment of grace.
And it was.