A Light on the Hill (Cities of Refuge #1)

by Connilyn Cossette

And perhaps it was not Yahweh who had stopped whispering to my heart seven years ago, but me who had built a wall between us.

It was hard to imagine that enormous pillar of cloud and fire that had led us through the wilderness now compacted inside the holy place, but there were times I’d come here at night and seen a glow from within the Mishkan, one that far outshone the ever-lit menorah.

What would it be like to approach the golden ark that contained the Ten Words, the last remains of the manna, and the staff of Aharon that had budded almond blossoms to confirm Yahweh’s choice of High Priest? Even the thought of being in the vicinity of such mystery sent shivers through me.