Back from the Holy Land
It has been an exhausting but amazing last three weeks. I arrived home on Saturday afternoon around 3:15p.m. and was totally wiped from our long flight home.
We had three flight transfers that were long and laborious, so it really tired me out by the time I got home.
Being in Israel was absolutlely amazing. I walked on the shores of the Sea of Galilee (and brought some rocks home from it :) ), swam in the Dead Sea (yes, you really do float!), went to Tiberias, Capernaum (where Jesus called His first disciples), Tel Meggido, Mesada, Qumran (where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found), the Jordan River (the north side though-not by Jericho where the Israelites crossed), and to the "City of David"-Jerusalem.
I walked where Jesus walked, saw what He saw, and even experienced a bit of what He experienced. My travels through His Holy Land have bolstered my faith and I will surely have very vivid quiet times now when I read the scriptures.
Perhaps one of the most poignant sites I went to was the "Garden Tomb" where supposedly Jesus was laid after He was crucified. Inside the tomb you could see the rock on where He was laid and there was enough room in that little cave cut out of the rock for a few people to come in and sit down.
When you get up to walk out of the tomb, you notice a sign on the door now attached to the entrance of the tomb that reads "He is not here; He has risen." I have seen it with my own eyes. "See and believe."
We had three flight transfers that were long and laborious, so it really tired me out by the time I got home.
Being in Israel was absolutlely amazing. I walked on the shores of the Sea of Galilee (and brought some rocks home from it :) ), swam in the Dead Sea (yes, you really do float!), went to Tiberias, Capernaum (where Jesus called His first disciples), Tel Meggido, Mesada, Qumran (where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found), the Jordan River (the north side though-not by Jericho where the Israelites crossed), and to the "City of David"-Jerusalem.
I walked where Jesus walked, saw what He saw, and even experienced a bit of what He experienced. My travels through His Holy Land have bolstered my faith and I will surely have very vivid quiet times now when I read the scriptures.
Perhaps one of the most poignant sites I went to was the "Garden Tomb" where supposedly Jesus was laid after He was crucified. Inside the tomb you could see the rock on where He was laid and there was enough room in that little cave cut out of the rock for a few people to come in and sit down.
When you get up to walk out of the tomb, you notice a sign on the door now attached to the entrance of the tomb that reads "He is not here; He has risen." I have seen it with my own eyes. "See and believe."