Lost and Found

Once upon a time, long, long ago in a land far, far away, I had a conversation with two people. The woman was an Israeli living in America. The man was a peculiar mix of old Yankee and Boston Irish. For reasons I can no longer recall, a discussion came up between them that about the Hebrew language and the lack of it in the Christian versions of the Bible. Then, clear as a bell, my voice split open the world.

Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani.

Translated that is My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?