Three angels perched on the sills of the windows above the three entrance doors. They watched as the devout came for the service.
“Akiba, has the neighborhood changed? ” Amichai was a young angel, new to the neighborhood.
“Oh, yes indeed,” sighed Akiba. “This shul has stood since everyone walked here for Shabbath. They came in families, from nearby houses that were never taller than the synagogue.”
Asaf chimed in. “I came here as a boy. We knew nothing of automobiles.”
“Has it ever been attacked?” questioned Amichai.
“Yes. Sometimes Yaweh lets us protect it; sometimes not. His will be done.”
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