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Jesus traveled north to the seacoast town of Sidon, one of the oldest cities in the world, to rest incognito for a while. In this fascinating ancient port on the Mediterranean He would live unrecognized in a rented house and move unobserved through the hustling and colorful streets. Relaxing, He would spend long, quiet hours watching the building of mighty ships, whose tall masts and swelling prows would brave the storms of distant seas. Or He would pause at the shops of the silversmiths, toiling at resounding forges, or look down into the red furnaces of glass factories and the vats of purple dyers from nearby Tyre.
But not for long was He left in peace. One afternoon He went for a walk. A light rain was falling; the drizzle was cool to His forehead and the backs of His hands. A vagabond minstrel saw Him and named Him. Soon the rumor ran through the town that He was Jesus, the wonder-worker from Galilee. As crowds began to gather around the front doorstep, the little holiday was over.