In the Temple, you get used to handling everybody s sin. That was our job. In the holy of holies, we would make sacrifices to God for the people. You get used to the way things are, to the darkness that lies under the surface of everyone. Hey, it s life.
People are people.
I was but a young man in 42. That was the year King Uzziah died. Leprosy finally took its toll on the old man. Perhaps you wonder the same thing of this year, for your own nation has changed leaders also. Of course, in my time there were no elections.