In the distance the sounds of cries begin to fill the air. This family, along with a couple of their closest neighbors, huddle together in their house. They must eat the meal standing... They must shelter in place, not leaving the house... They must keep their shoes on. The full moon shines down upon a terrifying scene... It is midnight...

The worried young father holds the precious basin while his son strains to reach to the highest point of the doorway... The homemade brush made from a prescribed kind of bush… The blood of a lamb which had been killed just before sundown, and his blood gathered into the basin, to be used as directed over the doorway...

All the questions of “Why?” from his sweet children are going unanswered. He cannot even allow himself the luxury of asking such questions. “This is all about obedience! We must obey the voice of authority. May the God of Heaven look down upon us and have mercy upon us!” That is all he can say...