As Ezekiel comes close to the end of his tour of the Temple, there seems to be a flood in the area. The water is described as starting as a trickle, and then reaching his ankels, knees, and loins. “And he measured one thousand, a stream that I could not cross, for the water was so high that it was water for swimming, a stream that could not be crossed (Ezekiel 47:4).” So Ezekiel is guided away, and subsequently told that the waters will eventually reach the sea, and when this happens, they’ll mix, and be healed. It will form a natural border for the land to be divided amongst the tribes of Israel. “And you shall inherit it, one as another, being that I lifted up My hand to give it to your forefathers, and this land shall be to you an inheritance (Ezekiel 47:14).” What I like about this sentiment is that an inheritance to me speaks of a gift, of something to pass on to each generation like a blessing, an obligation, an everlasting bond.