Out of Sequence

I haven't posted for the past couple of days because I've been wanting to put pictures up with descriptions, etc., and just haven't had the time, but there was something today that I can't get off my mind so I wanted to share it. We toured the city of Jerusalem.  We saw too much for me to describe each site. As I said, I've had this image of this wonderfully organized scrapbook-style blog so I've taken pictures like crazy each day— but today was very different. The first stop inside of the city gates was at the pool of Bethesda, where Jesus healed the lame man, telling him to "take up his mat and walk." We read the story at the side of the pool and then said a prayer for healing for those in our group and others that we know who are sick. Most of you know Pam Bell (Polly, Roxie and Suzann's mom) was recently diagnosed with leukemia and is currently at M.D. Anderson. Immediately she came to mind during this prayer. (Please pray for her now, even if you don't know her.) The coolest thing about Mrs. Bell is that she is always SO EXCITED about what God does. She is ever aware of His presence and is a constant testimony to those she encounters. She tells these beautiful stories of what God has done for her lately with joy radiating though her expressions. When I think of her, this is what I think first. She often starts the conversation by saying "Hey! Guess what God did!" with the tone and exuberance of a kindergarten teacher. 

 After leaving the pools at Bethesda, we headed to the place where Jesus was likely taken to trial before Pilate prior to the crucifiction. At this spot, there was a beautiful reading of the story from Luke 18:28-40. Maybe it's because of my thoughts of Mrs Bell, but during this reading, I put my camera away as the words of Mrs. Bell resonated in my mind. Wow. Guess what God did. He sent His only son into this world. And He willingly came, knowing all He would endure, He still came. For you, for me. Guess what God did. And with all of the evil abounding, in His death He did not condemn us, but instead, redeemed us. Who would have thought?! We walked the way of sorrow, the way of the cross, and I kept my camera stowed. I hope that I get a chance to walk it again someday, camera in hand, but today was not the day for that. Today was not a day to walk the road focussing my camera on the scenery, but rather, a day to focus my heart on this thought. I know it's redundant, but I must say it again. Wow. Guess what God did.

Day 2- Thursday, March 19

Today we toured areas all significant in the life of Jesus nearby Tiberias, where we are staying. Our first visit was to "the Jesus boat" which is a fishing boat that archeologists uncovered in the Sea of Galilee dating back to the time when Jesus was here. The site is in a small town called Ginnosar, very close to Magdala. Our tour guide, Shraga, says "some who believe that the Garden of Eden is here in Israel call this area the gate of the garden." Those are better than any words that I can come up with to describe the appearance of all of the sites we visited today.

After visiting the museum, we went to the Mt. of the Beattitudes, where Jesus gave the sermon on the mount. We gathered together in this area and read Matthew 5. It was very moving.

Next, the site of Multiplication, where Jesus fed the 5000. There is now a church standing in the place that was constructed around 1700 years ago. The original mosaic floor is still intact, displaying the fish and bread.

Our third stop was at the church of Peter's Primacy. This is the third place Jesus appeared to his disciples after His resurrection, where He told them to cast their nets on the other side. Also, where He asked Peter 3 times, "do you love me? then feed my sheep."

On to Capernaum, the town where Jesus lived after He was rejected from His hometown of Nazereth. We visited the Synogogue which is in the same location of the Synogogue of Jesus' day, on the original foundation. We were also able to see the ruins of the Synogoue Jesus would have attended. We stopped for lunch next at a restaurant specializing in "St. Peter's Fish" (tilapia), with the head intact. I had pizza. 

After lunch, we went for a boat ride on the Sea of Galilee. The boat stopped and we had a short devotion, reading Luke 8:22-25. The challenge of the message was 'if Jesus is able to speak peace to the winds and they obey, then shouldn't we ask and TRUST Him to speak peace in our lives, no matter the situation." The sea was like glass.

Our last stop was at the baptismal site on the Jordan river. So I know this sounds crazy, but I was so shocked that the Jordan river looks exactly like a RIVER! I guess I just have the image stuck in my brain from my childhood Sunday school literature that shows the big body of bright blue water. No no. Not at all. We had a short time at the banks where we were to remember our baptism and recall the significance of it. This area was a little disappointing to me, because of the commercialization and the crowd. However, when I moved away from the crowd and was able to look up the river away from the busy crowd, I was able to "feel" a bit more.

I really thought this trip would be something that I would want to do once— "once you've seen it, you've seen it." Boy, was I ever wrong! There is so much to take it. I can't imagine how many trips it would take to really take it all in. Even if we had time to see it all, it seems there's not enough time to really let it all soak in. And this was only day #1 of touring!

Much love to you all!

Arrival- Wednesday, March 18

I'm posting this late... this is from day 1 (arrival)

Today was good. The bus ride from the airport was about 2 hours, and as tired as I was I dared not close my eyes for fear of missing something. I had no idea how beautiful the landscape would be. The seasons are changing. Spring only lasts a few weeks here, so it’s a big deal to the people. Our guide told us that most of the "poppies" will be gone in only a couple of weeks—which is amazing because the vibrancy of color has been the most amazing thing to me.

I mentioned that our hotel is just across the way from The Sea of Galilee. It’s a bit of a hike from the hotel to the water, but I walked down this afternoon. To get there, I took a wrong turn out of the driveway (lol) and ended up having to walk through a field crammed with wild flowers. It was absolutely incredible, and I almost missed it. I was so cranky from the flight and lack of sleep that I wasn’t even taking it in. Here I was, mountains in front of me, mountains behind me, the Sea of Galilee just ahead, and surrounded by a sea of wildflowers… but I was too frustrated about taking the wrong turn to even notice. Thank God for my new I-pod. The song playing stopped me dead in my tracks. I must share the lyrics (greg and megan gave me this cd for my birthday. thanks guys-- You’re the bestest of the restest!)

He is here for the broken, life for the one who’s undone.
He is peace to the wounded and hope for the helpless one.
And He is here. He is Here.
Be still, my soul, be still.
Wait patiently upon the Lord.
Be still, my soul, be still.
When waves rise against me, and the wind tries to draw me away,
I will stand on the mountain, safe in your arms, I will sing.
Be still, my soul, be still.
Wait patiently upon the Lord, be still my soul be still.
Be still, and know His is God, He is here.

There are no words to express what I felt as I stood on the banks. I couldn’t quit staring at my feet, and thinking that they could very well be in His footprints. It is incredible.

Day 1: Travel thoughts

Just before midnight on Monday night I sat down at my computer to begin this blog but just couldn’t do it. I was FREAKING OUT! I was questioning whether or not to even come on this trip, all the while meditating on the scripture “the Lord has not given you a spirit of fear, but of a sound mind…” I walked away without a blog but I slept peacefully with no fear. Now I’m on the plane and the “freaked out” feeling has returned. However, this time I recognize that maybe this isn’t fear at all. It’s excitement. Please don’t misunderstand me. I’m so sad that Jimmy is not here. I miss him so much. However, I am comforted. I discussed my fear of being lonely during this trip with my friend Andrea on Monday. I begged her to please e-mail me everyday because I knew I would be lonely. I was quite serious but she laughed at me! Can you believe that? What kind of friend is she, right? Well, she’s a fantastic friend. She said “Sally, I will e-mail you if you want me to but you know Jesus is with you everywhere you go, if he’s in Arkansas he’ll for sure be there with you in The Holy Land.” I think that is when the knot formed in my stomach. I can only compare it to the I used to get when a cute boy passed me a note in Jr. High… and at times it feels as strong as those butterflies I had in my stomach on my wedding day. The point is, those butterflies aren’t always signs of something bad. I have decided in this case, they are there because I am incredibly aware that I’m embarking on an adventure like I have never known. I’m halfway around the world from my closest friends and family with 16 acquaintances (I call them this because I do know all of their names now). My only well-established friendship here is with Jesus. What has me most excited about this “gut thing” is that I can only compare it to what I have felt while being romanced. This thought makes me so amazingly giddy… could it be that I will be romanced by my Lord during these next few days? I don’t see why not. Could it be that He intends to use these days alone to draw me closer to Him? When I consider how many times He uses our weaknesses to make us strong, it makes perfect sense. So… here I go—Nope, here we go!