From the Galilee we took the route to Jerusalem that Jesus would have taken: not the western route along the Mediterranean, via the Roman road, nor the central route, through Samaria, but the eastern route, along the Jordan River. When we arrived at The Dead Sea, we made the steep climb from Jericho through the Judean Desert, took the modern tunnel that cuts through one of the many hills that encircle Jerusalem, and when we came out, there it was.
People will tell you that the Grand Canyon is majestic, and probably every American has seen photos and videos of it. But the Grand Canyon itself, when you see it in person, is more astounding than the hype. I remember the first time I saw it it literally took my breath away.
Yosemite Valley is the same way. Many of us have seen pictures of it and heard how beautiful it is, but when you enter the tunnel through the heart of the mountain and emerge and see the valley before you--El Capitan and Half Dome and the surging waterfalls--it's better than you anticipated.
That's how it was for me when we came out of the tunnel through Mount Scopus, took the curve and saw Jerusalem across the Kidron valley. A place I'd heard about my entire life, a place I'd wanted to visit, only to get there and find that the actual experience of being there was better than I'd hoped.
"If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem"
The psalmist wrote those famous words from Psalm 137 while in bitter exile in Babylon. My life in Dallas is not bitter, and I'm glad to be back home, but I understand the ancient poet's words. I have much more to say about my first visit to the Holy Land, but let this suffice for now: I loved every minute of being in the land of the Bible, and I never want to forget what it was like to see Jerusalem for the first time.
Jerusalem, from the Mount of Olives.
The Old City.
Leading a Bible study on the "Teaching Steps" at the southern end of the Temple.
Jesus stood on these exact same steps!
The top of the Temple Mount is now the Dome of the Rock, 3rd holiest site in Islam.
I prayed and placed prayers in the Wailing Wall.
We prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane
An amazing recreation of Jerusalem in the time of Jesus.
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These last few days I've been in the Galilee, in the north of Israel, and it is the particularity of the place that's made the biggest impression on me: it was on this beach that Jesus called to Peter and the others when they'd been fishing all night and caught nothing; it was on this lake where Jesus calmed the storms; it was this hillside on which Jesus preached the Sermon on the Mount; it was in this synagogue in Capernaum where Jesus taught from the Torah; it was this cliff outside of Nazareth from which the neighbors of Jesus tried to throw him, etc. Of course, there is no way to know that it was this exact spot on this beach, or this exact spot on this hillside, or this exact spot on this cliff, but that's not the point. The point is that these things actually happened, and they happened somewhere right here--if not this exact location, then it was another nearby. The reason this has hit me so hard is that history can be difficult to believe in: I can know intellectually that the Battle of Gettysburg happened, but it's still hard to feel that it happened. Being here has made me feel what I already believed intellectually: Jesus really lived.
From my first few days in Israel, that's been my biggest lesson: Jesus was actually here. And if he was, that changes everything.
Being here has made me feel what I already believed intellectually: Jesus was actually here. And if he was, that changes everything.
Sea of Galilee at Dawn.
Excavations at Capernaum.
Somewhere here Jesus preached the Sermon on the Mount.
They've excavated the synagogue in which Jesus taught!
Was it this beach from which Jesus called to Peter?
Remembering baptisms in the Jordan River.
Behind me, the Jezreel valley, site of so many battles.
From the cliffs outside Nazareth.
Did Jesus withdraw here to pray?
Sharing a brief devotion outside of Nazareth.
Sea of Galilee.
Sea of Galilee.
Modern Tiberias overlooks the Sea of Galilee.
Armageddon.
The ruins of Herod's magnificent city, Caesarea.
"Pontius Pilate, prefect of Judea...."
The ruins of the Roman theater in Caesarea.
Overlooking Nazareth.
In a water tunnel built by King Ahab under Megiddo.
10 mile aqueduct built by King Herod over 2,000 years ago.
Long flight and no sleep, but worth it. We just arrived in Israel and came directly to our hotel on the shore of the Sea of Galilee. It is serenely beautiful.
It's hard to describe what it's like to have heard about something one's entire life and then to actually see it.
Grateful!
Blogging from Israel
I'm in the Holy Land with 86 folks from our church. My plan is to blog and post as I go. Wish you all were here, too.