Elijah: The Blood of Naboth

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Previously on the Chosen People. 00:00:03 Speaker 2: We cannot win this fight. 00:00:06 Speaker 3: Jezebel didn't look. 00:00:07 Speaker 4: At him, and you should pray that your God intervenes if he still listens to cowards. 00:00:13 Speaker 1: Jezebel leaned against the balcony and threw her head back. 00:00:17 Speaker 4: Elijah and the prophet of your way to crime me and my prophets for our blood sacrifices. But I have come to discover something. Your God is more bloodthirsty than mine. 00:00:36 Speaker 2: H Are you prophets always speaking riddles? What does it matter why I fight? So long as I win, because my King, the Lord sees the heart and yours is running well. 00:00:54 Speaker 3: The places to. 00:00:55 Speaker 5: Her the soil drank his blood, and still they called it justice. Shelloh, my friends, from here in the holy Land of Israel, I'm l Extein with the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews, and welcome to the Chosen People. Let me ask you a question that may sound simple at first, one that cuts like a knife if you really think about it. What would you do if someone whispered in your ear take it it's yours? And what would you do if everyone around you stayed silent when they saw what you were doing was wrong? Today. In First Kings Chapter twenty one, we come to one of the most chilling moments in the Chosen People's history. We've seen King Ahab wage wars and build altars. We've seen prophets rise and fall and fire descend from heaven. But now we enter a quieter battlefield. There are no armies, and there's no thunder from the skies. Only a man, his vineyard, his name, and the machinery of power turning slowly, terribly against him. This is where righteousness meets roone. This is where silence enables injustice, and as always, God sees, because God sees everything. 00:02:20 Speaker 1: The royal chambers were dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of spiced wine and the faint, cloying remnants of incense. It was an atmosphere designed for brooding, and as it turns out, brooding was one of the few things Ahab excelled at. He lay sprawled on his bed, limbs, limp and useless, his face buried in the silk pillow like a child sulking over a lost toy. And truly, what greater burden was there than not getting what you want? The King of Israel, God's anointed ruler of Samaria, conqueror of nothing, lord of all except his own household, had been outmaneuvered by a farmer. Ahab exhaled dramatically, shifting just enough to free his mouth from the pillow so he could lament to the only person. 00:03:22 Speaker 3: Who might listen. 00:03:24 Speaker 2: It's not fair. 00:03:27 Speaker 1: A pause, no response. He lifted his head slightly, glancing toward the heavy drapery that marked the entrance to his chamber. 00:03:37 Speaker 6: I said it's not fair. 00:03:41 Speaker 1: Suddenly she was there, Jezebel. The firelight flickered against her gold threaded garments, dancing shadows curling around her like loyal pets. She took one look at her pitiful husband and let the silence stretch, artist admiring a master piece of disappointment. Finally, she sighed, sharp and unimpressed. 00:04:08 Speaker 4: Ah, is this any way for a king to act? 00:04:12 Speaker 1: They have groaned and flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling like it had personally offended him. 00:04:18 Speaker 2: You don't understand, Jezebel. I wanted it. Oh. I offered him a better vineyard. I offered him money. I was generous, but neighbors won't sell. He said it was his family's inheritance, some nonsense about your way's law. 00:04:39 Speaker 1: Jezebel's expression barely flickered, but something behind her eyes sharpened, calculating, Oh. 00:04:48 Speaker 4: So, let me make sure I understand this correctly. You, the king of Israel, made a request of a commoner, and he shoved your request right back at your face. 00:04:59 Speaker 2: He wasn't so so aggressive about it. It's more pleading and sentimental. 00:05:04 Speaker 4: It was hideous, hideous, indeed, and instead of doing something about it, you came here to sulk, to pout, to starve yourself out of sheer melodrama. 00:05:16 Speaker 1: Ahab had, in fact, refused to eat dinner, a bold protest. Indeed, Jezebel exhaled through her nose, slow and measured. There were many things she could tolerate, but weakness was not one of them, and her husband, her king, was a spineless worm. 00:05:38 Speaker 3: Get up, Ahab. 00:05:39 Speaker 4: Didn't move, I said, get up. 00:05:42 Speaker 1: A Hab obeyed, albeit slowly. She stepped closer, trailing a single finger along the edge of his bedpost, as though considering whether to strangle him with his own sheets. 00:05:55 Speaker 4: You're the king, Ahab, act like it? 00:05:59 Speaker 2: What would you have me do? He won't sell it. 00:06:04 Speaker 4: Then don't ask him just take it. 00:06:07 Speaker 3: Who's to stop you? A have blinked? 00:06:10 Speaker 1: Slow, dull Jezebel suppressed the urge to strangle him out of sheer annoyance. 00:06:17 Speaker 4: Oh do you think other kings beg Do you think fair? 00:06:21 Speaker 2: Oh? 00:06:21 Speaker 4: Negotiates over land? Do you think akish? A Philistea grovels for a plot of dirt like a sniveling child. 00:06:29 Speaker 3: Ahab hesitated. 00:06:31 Speaker 1: She could see the gears turning in his feeble little mind, the moral resistance sputtering out like a candle in the wind. And then, in one fluid motion, Jezebel plucked a parchment from the desk beside them, her fingers moving with precise, practiced ease, she dipped a quill into ink, the black liquid pooling against the page like an open wound, with the flourish of someone who had done this for many, many times before, she wrote a decree in the name of the king, a death sentence wrapped in legality. She pressed Ahab's royal seal against the wax, her fingers lingering for just a breath longer than necessary, watching as it hardened into permanence. Then she lifted the parchment, tilting it so the firelight caught the words, illuminating the moment where morality had finally drowned beneath ambition. 00:07:33 Speaker 4: There that's how a ruler behaves. 00:07:36 Speaker 2: Ah Is it really that easy. 00:07:40 Speaker 4: For a ruler with his manhood intact? Yes, it is that easy, Ahab. 00:07:46 Speaker 1: Ahab watched Jezebel hand the sealed decree to an attendant. He left with a nod. Ahab had the sneaking suspicion that Jezebel had already planned this. She rarely did anything without scheming first. The town square of Jezreel was sluggish and lax, weighed down by heavy bellies and purses. The elders sat in their designated places, their hands resting limply in their laps, their mouths set in grim, knowing lines. Jezebel had seem to their care, and they were loyal to her for it. They had been medicated into an apathetic and indifferent posture of power. Any time a king's decree written with the queen's handwriting came, they didn't think twice. These were not wicked men, not in the obvious way. But apathy is its own kind of evil, and at the center of the elders was Naboth, the owner of the vineyard Ahab so desperately coveted the elders had called him there to stand trial for what. Aboth hadn't the slightest clue. He had spent a lifetime believing that truth mattered, that Yahoe's law was still the highest authority in Israel, and that justice had a meaning beyond the whims of those in power. But people consumed with lust for power loathe the truth. It's inconvenient, messy. Naboth watched as two men approached the Dais to bear false witness against him. Their faces were thin with hunger. They had clearly been bribed with food. The first pointed, his nail, dirty, his lips curling into the smile of a predator who enjoys the suffering of smaller things. 00:09:46 Speaker 4: You. 00:09:47 Speaker 1: Naboth's chest tightened, A part of him still clung to disbelief. Surely not, surely they wouldn't. 00:09:56 Speaker 6: You have blasphemed God and the King. 00:10:00 Speaker 1: The words struck harder than any stone that would follow. A murmur rippled through the crowd and eager shuffling, the beginning of movement, the first breath of something dark and ugly uncoiling. Naboth stood slowly, his eyes sweeping over the gathered faces, looking for one, just one that might hold his gaze. But they all averted their eyes. The elders sat rigid, their hands gripping the edges of their robes, as if afraid of what might happen if they let go. 00:10:38 Speaker 6: What Noah, No, this is false. 00:10:42 Speaker 7: I've done nothing of the sort. 00:10:44 Speaker 1: Naboth took a step forward, directing his words to the elders, the men he had respected, the men he had trusted to uphold God's law rather than bow to the whims of a palace that had forgotten him. 00:10:59 Speaker 3: You know this is false. You know who I am. You have sat with me in the synagogue. 00:11:06 Speaker 6: You have heard me pray, You have heard me speak yaways name. 00:11:10 Speaker 2: With reverence, and you have seen my offerings at the altar. 00:11:15 Speaker 7: Look at me. 00:11:17 Speaker 1: None of them did. They stared at the ground. A few shifted uncomfortably, but none spoke. None would defend him, none would risk themselves. And that was when he understood. This had been decided long before he ever stepped into this square. The elders had already signed their names, the officials had already sent the orders. The stones had already been gathered. The accusations were just a formality, a necessary script to keep the illusion of righteousness intact. Jezebel had written the lines, And these men, these good men, these pious men, these men who should have known better, had taken their paths without protest, because survival mattered more than truth, because keeping their place at the table mattered more than justice. Naboth's throat tightened, but he swallowed down the fear. He turned, this time addressing the people, the merchants, the farmers, the neighbors who had traded with him, who had borrowed from him, who had laughed with him on quieter days. 00:12:35 Speaker 6: You know me, You know my house, my family, my father before me. I have never spoken a word against the Lord. 00:12:46 Speaker 7: I have never dishonored the King. Are you truly willing to let this happen, to let these madness speak lies? 00:12:56 Speaker 6: You know our lives. 00:12:58 Speaker 1: Naboth's eyes swept over the elders, but then, just for a moment, they landed on three faces in the crowd, faces he knew well, faces he had called friends. Jakim sat with his hands folded in his lap, his bald head holding an expression carved from stone. Once they had studied the Law of Moses together, debating about justice and righteousness in the late hours. Now Jaqim barely met his gaze. 00:13:32 Speaker 2: Jakim, you know me, You have seen my life, my faithfulness. 00:13:38 Speaker 6: You of old people know that this is a lie. 00:13:42 Speaker 1: I tried to put in the good word for you. But the king has the right to do as he sees Fitnapboth. 00:13:51 Speaker 3: You must understand that. 00:13:54 Speaker 1: We all do Nayboth's stomach twisted. The words were precise, detached, spoken with the efficiency of a man who had long since decided which side was safer. He turned next to Eesa, the man who had once laughed in his home, whose children had played with his Eza would not meet his eyes. He shifted in his seat, rubbing his temple, as if the very act of engaging in this moment was too much for him. 00:14:26 Speaker 3: Hees, please speak, I can't nape hearth. 00:14:32 Speaker 2: It's already said in motion. I don't have the strength for this fight. 00:14:39 Speaker 1: It was worse than Yakim's coldness. It was cowardice wrapped in weary resignation. Nabos's throat tightened as he turned to the last man, Gadiel Gadiel was already shaking his head, as if preparing an apology. He would never say. 00:14:58 Speaker 6: Gadiel, OK, I'll admit it. 00:15:02 Speaker 2: You've been wronged, But come on now, you must have. 00:15:07 Speaker 3: Known we weren't going to stick our necks out for you. 00:15:10 Speaker 1: The words hid harder than the first stone that would come. Nay Both felt his breath leave him, not from the weight of accusation, but from the weight of abandonment. No one objected, no one. 00:15:26 Speaker 3: Fought for him. 00:15:27 Speaker 1: The people shifted uneasy, but no one stood beside him. The machine was already in motion, and it was easier, so much easier to let it crush someone else than to risk being caught in it themselves. Suddenly, the weight of the accusation felt real, even though every soul present had heard the lie for what it was. But it didn't matter now. What mattered was that Jezebel's orders be carried out. What mattered was that the king be given what he wanted, and that the rest of them could sleep soundly, knowing they had done what was necessary. 00:16:09 Speaker 7: Lord God strengthen me. 00:16:12 Speaker 1: The fur stone was thrown, and it struck Naboth's shoulder, knocking him off balance. The second hit his ribs, knocking the wind from his lungs. Then came the third, then the fourth. The frenzy overtook them. They descended on him in a storm of rock and fury, and Naboth fell to the ground. The dust settled, his blood pooled into the dirt. Then came the dogs. They slunk forward, thin and hungry, drawn by the scent of death. They lapped at the blood, indifferent to the weight of the moment, indifferent to the crime that had been committed. Dogs do not care for justice. Far away behind the walls of the palace, Jezebel received the message. 00:17:05 Speaker 3: She barely looked. 00:17:06 Speaker 1: Up from the goblet in her hand as she listened. When the report was finished, she let a small, satisfied smirk curl her lips. She turned to Ahab, who had been waiting in the shadows, like a man who did not want to know what price had been paid for his desires. 00:17:25 Speaker 3: The vineyard is yours now. 00:17:27 Speaker 1: Ahab swallowed, but said nothing. He did not ask how it had been done. He did not ask what had become of Naboth, or whether the accusations had been true. He did not even ask if Yahue had been watching He only stood slow and silent, and prepared himself to ride out and claim his prize. Somewhere beneath the earth, Naboth's blood seeped into the soil of the very land he had refused to sell, and the Lord saw Ahab stood in his vineyard, surveying his prize. Though the taste of victory was already turning sour in his mouth. The sun beat down, and the dust clung to his skin like the guilt he refused to acknowledge. He ran a hand over a vine, rolling a plump grape between his fingers, imagining the fine wines he would command, the legacy he would build. Jezebel had seen to everything she always did. The dird had settled, the nuisance, erased. This was how kings ruled, and why shouldn't he have it? He had thought about it, justified it to himself a hundred different ways. 00:18:54 Speaker 2: Why shouldn't I own this land? Who else in Israel is more deserved? I'm the king, this vinyard, this whole city exists because I allow it too. You think Naybos wouldn't have had the luxury of tending those vines without me, without my armies, my protection my leadership. 00:19:21 Speaker 1: His fingers traced the rough bark of the vine, his mind spinning, grasping at whatever scraps of righteousness he could weave together into a reason, any reason, that this wasn't theft. 00:19:35 Speaker 2: Naboth was stubborn, That was his problem. Couldn't see past his own little patch of dirt. I offered him a better vineyard, gold, whatever he wanted, But no, he had to be a zealot talking about God's laws. If I, I, the anointed King of Israel, am not the one responsible for upholding ya waist kingdom, I do more for this landing neighbor. 00:20:05 Speaker 6: Ever did. 00:20:09 Speaker 1: The words came fast, now, tumbling over each other, desperate, trying to fill the silence before it swallowed him whole. 00:20:19 Speaker 6: What was I supposed to just accept his? 00:20:22 Speaker 5: No? 00:20:23 Speaker 6: Let some self righteous farmer defy the king? 00:20:28 Speaker 2: What kind of ruler would that make me? 00:20:31 Speaker 3: No? 00:20:32 Speaker 2: No, this is justice, This is odd. The strong rule, the weak obey. That's the way of the world. 00:20:43 Speaker 1: But even as he said it, he felt it, the gnawing, the hollowness, the lie in his own voice. The sun burned hotter, the air thickened, the vines seemed to twist under his hands, curling away from him as if they knew. And then the air shifted. The wind kicked up, dry and sudden, rattling the leaves. 00:21:10 Speaker 3: The hair on Ahab's arms stood on end. 00:21:13 Speaker 1: Her shadow flickered in the heat haze, a presence that did not belong. And before he even turned, before he even saw, he knew Elijah, that ragged lunatic, that living thorn in his side, that wild eyed god haunted, insufferable prophet who always showed up just when Ahab thought he could finally enjoy something. And there he was, storming across the field, his tattered cloak whipping behind him, dust curling. 00:21:48 Speaker 3: At his heels like the fury of God. 00:21:51 Speaker 1: His face was gaunt, all sharp angles and contempt, hair and beard, wild and unwashed, eyes, burning with the kind of righteous hatred that made Ahab's stomach titan. The man never looked normal. He looked like a man who lived on locusts and spite, and at this moment, all of it was directed at Ahab. Ahab felt the blood drain from his face. His fingers twitched toward the hilt of his sword, not to use it, of course, but just to hold something, anything, as if steel could protect him from the judgment that walked toward him on sandaled feet. 00:22:34 Speaker 2: So you found me my enemy. 00:22:40 Speaker 1: Elijah didn't even pause, didn't flinch, just kept walking like a man who had already won the fight before it even started. 00:22:51 Speaker 7: Found you a yeah, you looked sack of wine. Man had to look your rake of guilt, the Lord pointed, And there you were, sloshing through stolen dirt. 00:23:09 Speaker 3: And the over the peak. 00:23:10 Speaker 2: You are, mind your tongue, prophet. 00:23:15 Speaker 7: Or what you'll throw another tantrum. Run home to your wife so she can kill the poor servant boy and write me a nasty letter in his blood. 00:23:26 Speaker 1: Ahab hated him, hated the way he spoke, hated the way he moved, hated the way he never bowed, never simpered like the spineless elders and priests. Most of all, Ahab hated how his stomach curled inward at Elijah's words, because. 00:23:45 Speaker 3: Deep down he knew they were true. 00:23:49 Speaker 1: Elijah stopped just short of him, eyes flicking over the vineyard, letting the silent stretch. 00:23:56 Speaker 3: Then he laughed. Not a friend, they laugh, not even a mocking one. 00:24:03 Speaker 1: It was worse than that. It was the laugh of a man who had already seen the ending of the story, who knew that all the power Ahab thought he had was nothing but sand through his fingers. 00:24:17 Speaker 8: Ha ha ha. 00:24:22 Speaker 3: First, then what's next, they am, Will. 00:24:28 Speaker 7: You steal at cripple's clutch, snatch if we those last coin, maybe. 00:24:33 Speaker 6: Run second orphanage while you're at it. 00:24:36 Speaker 7: Enough, Look at you standing here like a or like you think these plays belongs to you, like you work the soil, like you shed sweat one of these vines. 00:24:50 Speaker 8: But we both know how you got, don't we. We both know who glided for this land, And so the the Lord. 00:25:01 Speaker 1: The wind howled, the sun darkened, and suddenly Ahab felt small. Elijah took a step forward, his voice louder now, like a crack of thunder splitting the heavens. 00:25:15 Speaker 7: That says the Lord, God of heaven and earth, the god of the nation. You claim to rule in the very spot with the dogs licked up neighbors blood, they will lap the blood. 00:25:28 Speaker 1: Yes, yours a haveb felt the weight of something far bigger than himself breast down on his chest. 00:25:36 Speaker 3: But Elijah wasn't done. 00:25:38 Speaker 8: And your lovely wife, just don't think you always run, not. 00:25:50 Speaker 3: You know what's going. 00:25:53 Speaker 1: Elijah leaned in close, lowering his voice, the words dripping with the will fight for the last sclaps of the records. 00:26:07 Speaker 3: Ahab gasped. 00:26:08 Speaker 1: He took a step back before he could stop himself, before he could remember that he was the king and Elijah was just some half mad prophet who should have been afraid of him. 00:26:19 Speaker 3: But he wasn't. He never was. 00:26:23 Speaker 1: The words settled into Ahab's bones, filling the cracks of his conscience like rot. For a long, terrible moment, everything was still, and then Ahab collapsed. He fell, knee slamming into the dirt, hands gripping at his robe like he could tear the guilt out of himself if he just ripped hard enough. His crown slid off, forgotten, his shoulders shook. He ripped his clothes, the fine fabric tearing like the illusion of his invincibility. His lips cracked as he whispered words. He barely understood, a plea of prayer, a curse upon himself. He had not even noticed his servants watching, wide eyed, uncertain if they should step forward or step back. Elijah watched him, arms crossed. He was unmoved, but then something unexpected happened for reasons that would never make sense to Elijah. Ahab's utter desperation stirred the Lord's mercy ever so slightly. The voice of yahoeh came not in the fire of judgment, not in the roar of finality, but in the quiet, unseen spaces between Ahab's whimpering breaths. The Lord saw, and so the punishment was delayed, not erased, not forgotten, not undone, only delayed. Elijah exhaled, shaking his head, almost annoyed at Yahoe's mercy. He turned ready to leave, but cast one final glance at the sniveling heap of a king at his feet. 00:28:17 Speaker 3: Enjoy the wine he had. 00:28:19 Speaker 1: It won't last. Ahab did not respond, he could not. The prophet walked away, his cloak snapping behind him, his silhouettes swallowed by the dust and heat. Ay Hab remained in the dirt, his body trembling, his face streaked with dust and tears. He had seen the end, and he knew he would not escape. The sun dipped lower, the vineyards stood empty, and on the wall, perched in the growing shadows, a lone raven watched, waiting the wind and carried the echoes of Elijah's words. Judgment always comes. 00:29:17 Speaker 5: What a harrowing tale. It rattles something in the soul, doesn't it That a king could do wrong and somehow make the world think that he was doing right. That good men, elders, neighbors, friends could look away just long enough to let the blood spill. It makes me think of the weight of legacy. Na Vote wasn't just protecting a plot of land. He was guarding the memory of his ancestors, the covenant of our people, the very thread that ties us to the land of Israel itself. And it makes me ache for the God who watched and did not look away. What do you do when the law becomes a weapon? That's the question buried in the dust of Navote's vineyard. I have wanted land, Jezebel wanted to silence defiance, and so they took what was never theirs. Not by sword but by scroll, not by war, but by witnesses. Two that's all it takes. In Deuterodomy seventeen, the Tora tells us on the testimony of two or three witnesses, a person is to be put to death, but no one has to be put to death on the testimony of only one witness. You know, the Torah was meant to protect life, and instead it became the instrument of death. Today we saw righteousness turned against the righteous, and then came the silence from the elders, from the crowd, from the friends, from everyone who didn't speak up. We've seen this pattern before, as we've studied the Bible together, haven't we. In Exodus, Pharaoh didn't kill every male child with his own hands. He whispered to the midwives, he sent out decrees. But God doesn't forget blood in the soil. That's Genesis four. Cain's hands, Abel's blood. 00:31:05 Speaker 3: What have you done? 00:31:06 Speaker 5: Your brother's blood cries out for me from the ground. Do you remember that? Well? So it is in our Bible story today. 00:31:15 Speaker 6: Today. 00:31:16 Speaker 5: It began with the evil of King Ahab and Queen Jezebel. Their evil knew no limits. Ahab liked his cousin Navut's vineyard, and so he first tried to buy it from him. But then when Navut protested because it was a family treasure, Jezebel cooked up a scheme to falsely accuse Navot of a capital crime and to have him executed, all to gain a vineyard. But God took this incident very seriously, and he commanded Elijah the prophet to confront Ahab with the Hebrew words haw ratzahta vigam yar rashta, have you murdered and also inherited? It reminds me of an English phrase that we all know, adding in soul to injury, And actually our sage has put it very dramatically. They asked, is it possible that you could have killed Navote like a mortal enemy and then inherited the vineyard from him like a beloved relative. This sad story shows how low a king of Israel could sink when he rejected God's authority and turned himself and his people to idolatry and made them turn away from God. At the end of this chapter, after Elijah prophesies doom and destruction for Ahab and all of his descendants, it seems that Ahab repents. He fasts, he tears his clothing, he donned sackcloth, he walks barefoot, all signs of mourning and repentance. But here's something really interesting. When God takes note of Ahab's repentance, he says, Ahab has humbled himself before me. But God doesn't mention the fasting, the sacloth, the torn clothing, or the walking barefoot. Jewish tradition teaches that true repentance is actually of the heart, not in outward signs of repentance. Those penitent actions may help the process, but they are not repentance itself. Our sages emphasize this message for future generations of the Chosen People. They taught that God cannot be fooled by outward signs. God knows exactly what is in our hearts. Outward displays may satisfy us humans, but God he desires our heart. There's a sickness that creeps in quietly. It doesn't shout, It rationalizes, It wears the mask of order. It speaks in soft tones, It nods solemnly in the pews of the church or synagogue. And that's what we see here in One Kings twenty one. Isn't it a sickness of compromise, of silence? Now, Votes' story isn't just about land. It's about memory, It's about covenant. It's about the unbearable cost of doing what's right in a world that rewards whatever keeps the system stable. When I think about good people watching as evil takes root. I can't help but think back to Nazi Germany, and I think often about something the German righteous, gentile pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer is believed to have said as he watched his own society slide into that same sickness. Silence in the face of evil is itself evil. God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak, not to act is to act. That's where this story hits hardest, not in the moment of stoning, but in the minutes before, when people could have intervened, when someone could have stood. Maybe you've been nevolte, faithful, unheard, left to bear the cost of other people's cowardice. Or maybe you've been no votes, friend, friends, quyat when you should have spoken up, prudent when you should have risked it all. Or maybe, if you're honest, you've been ah sulking because you didn't get your way, then grateful when someone else did your dirty work. This story doesn't leave us comfortable, it's not meant to, but it does remind us that justice is not forgotten just because it's delayed. Today's Bible story reminds us that God listens to the blood in the soil, that his prophets still speak even when kings want silence. So hold fast, don't let go of your inheritance, your integrity, your name. God sees, and in the end, that is both the most terrifying and the most comforting truth that there is. 00:35:48 Speaker 1: You can listen to The Chosen People with the Isle Eckstein ad free by downloading and subscribing to the Prey dot Com app today. This Prey dot Com production is only made by our dedicated team of creative talents. 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