The real fear clutched at my heart when I saw the gates of the city. How would we ever find our son? Then, the fear traveled deeper. I had lost the miraculous son given to me by Bright Lights because I wasn’t paying attention. I felt I was dropping into Sheol.
It would be a very cogent discussion if the Bible were, like the Quran, written by one person over a relative brief time. But that is not our Christian or Hebrew Bible.