My name is Talia, and my husband is Asher. We live a short distance from Jerusalem on our small vineyard. It is the summer of 446 BC and the grapes are ripe. Our daughter, Shira, and I are smashing grapes with our bare feet. The juice is flowing out and my husband is loading our donkey with several of our things we want to sell. When we have loaded our donkey with as much as he can carry, and enough for us to carry, we will walk up to Jerusalem. When we arrived in the city at noon to sell our blessings from God, a man named Nehemiah rebuked us for selling on the Sabbath! To make matters worse, nearly 2,500 years later, a writer named Thomas Vick writes a book denouncing the validity or accuracy of today's event so far! He claims there is wrong information provided in telling our experience. What is he talking about?
