Lev, who wore something of a grimace and a smile on his face, nodded. It looked pretty much like his old friend if he used his imagination. In light of his friend's absence, however, it would have to do. Outside, there was frost on the hills, and a cold northern wind howled across the barren fields, but inside the priest's small house it was warm, and the candlelight gave the walls a golden hue. Every now and then Lev would ask the priest a question.
Bad things happen to everyone, good and bad alike.
The priest shrugged his shoulders. The ways of Yahweh are not our ways. What we think is good is often times bad, and what we think is bad is good. Look at Joseph in Egypt. Life is a mystery.