“How much of what happened today was written in the prophecies of the Haftarah?” “Much,” Yehudah said at last. “Especially from the prophet Isaiah.” Without meeting Myrad’s gaze, he began to quote, “‘He had no form or majesty that we should look at him, no beauty that we should desire him. . . .’” Myrad listened to the recitation. At first, he marked the point in his mind where it followed the events of the day, but after the first couple of minutes, he stopped, the exercise pointless. The account matched exactly, an account written hundreds of years before its occurrence. How?
