After the service, Rabbi Daniel came up to them.
"You're Yahsourah aren't you," he asked.
"I am," She replied, "Who are you?"
"My name is Rabbi Daniel," he said, "I blessed you when you were three days old."
"Well, it's nice to meet you," Yahsourah said.
Rabbi Daniel looked at Mary's belly which contained a gentle swell.
"I see you're going to have a little brother or sister," he said to Yahsourah.
"Yes," Mary smiled, "If it's a boy we're going to name him David. If it's a girl, she will be named Ruth. Yahsourah's idea."
Rabbi Daniel smiled.
"What beautiful names," he said.
"Rabbi Daniel," Yahsourah asked, "Why are you sad?"
"How do you know I'm sad," Rabbi Daniel asked surprised.
"Your soul contains sadness," Yahsourah said softly.
"My daughter, Judith, has a fever," Rabbi Daniel remarked, "If it doesn't break soon my wife and I will lose her, and the doctor said there's nothing that can be done."
"The Doctor is wrong," Yahsourah said firmly, "My Daddy is the one who cures illness, not any Doctor."
The Rabbi quickly begged Her to heal Judith.
"Go and wash her in the Jordan River," Yahsourah commanded, "The fever will leave her."
Rabbi Daniel took Judith and washed her in the Jordan River. Within 30 seconds she was healed.
A few months passed. By the time Mary was at the end of her 6th month of pregnancy Yahsourah announced that it was going to be a boy.
"My Daddy told me that," She said, "But he can't be cut because he'll bleed too much."
"How do you know that?" Joseph asked gently.
"My Daddy told me," Yahsourah answered.
She paused.
"Why do boys get cut," She asked.