The elderly widow of the tribe of Asher took each step carefully as she climbed the stairs up mount Moriah, upon which stood Solomon’s Temple and the highest point within the metropolis of Jerusalem.
The stone would not be forgiving if she fell.
Though it was not a festival or holy day, Hannah would have company enough. Services took place daily. Each week a new shift of priests, chosen from all parts of the land, would perform all the functions of the temple, with a different priestly family responsible for each day and all working together on the Sabbath. Few faces were familiar to her.
But she did not come for them. No, the daughter of Phanuel lived up to her sire’s name, for she longed for the “face of God” (“penuel” in Hebrew)...