I took the morning off from conference today; I am just so tired. So here are some photos from yesterday. I need to jet to meet the tours for the afternoon (We’re going to Yad Vasham, the Holocaust Museum), but I at least had time to process some photos for you to enjoy.
“There are six days when you may work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath of rest, a day of sacred assembly. You are not to do any work; wherever you live, it is a Sabbath to the Lord.” —Leviticus 23:3
“Shabbat Shalom!” is the greeting used here for Shabbat (sabbath) weekly here. People greet each other with that phrase in stores, on streets…even the tour site announcements on intercoms began with “Shabbat Shalom!”
Shabbat in Israel has been a real learning experience for me. It began Friday evening and lasted until Saturday evening—reflecting the rest God took during His work of creation. No work can be done on Shabbat, and many things here are arranged to accomodate that. El Al doesn’t fly. Stores and government services are all closed, with the exception of things needed for security and other urgent services. People do all their cooking ahead of time, and eat only pre-prepared cold foods. I got stuck in the “shabbat elevator” at our hotel—it stopped automatically at every floor (and does so all day every day anyway) so passengers need not press a button. Even the air conditioning and lights in my room have a shabbat setting—meaning they go off automatically so no switch-flipping is required. (Today I have to find out how to turn that off; the last two nights I got up regularly to get the air back on . . . the only way we found we could do that was to open and close the hotel room door!)
Even though these practices are quite foreign to my American sensibilities, what a witness to God’s command to rest! I am always busy busy busy. Even when sitting still I have a million things processing in my mind (or on my laptop!). Watching a whole country shut down for 24 hours proves that all that “busy-ness” is not required . . . life can be lived without constant work! (Who’d a thunk it?)
I’ve spent a little rest time with the Lord this Sunday morning out on the balcony of the hotel. Just sitting and watching, listening, drinking in this city that oddly feels comfortable. Like someone said to me last night, it feels like we’ve come home to a city we’ve never been in before. The promises made to Abraham are also given to Christians, grafted into the family of Abraham by faith, so we also are promised the restoration of God’s holy city, so that could be why. Yesterday I purchased a beautiful pendant; it is silver with mixed colours of roman glass in it, and the silver detail shows a fish grafted into the Star of David, with a menorah atop both. I loved it so much when I saw it, because of its reminder of my heritage with Israel as part of the family of God.
It’s been very quiet til just a little bit ago; I’ve been listening to crickets, and a dog barking somewhere in the distance. The soft rumble of a few cars is turning slowly into an occasional hum. A few birds chirp off in the distance, hopefully enjoying the cool morning air like I am, and watching the sky go from a slate greyblue to brighter sky blue, with a tinge of purple all around the horizon.
Well it’s about time to go off for another day of touring, and the convention begins this evening . . . I should be posting more pictures again when I get home, but depending on how crazy the schedule gets, time may be more limited for the rest of the trip; they tell us we’ll be busy busy busy so I guess that means Shabbat really is over!
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.” —Is 43:19
Today we witnessed prophecies being fulfilled in our modern times! The Dead Sea is coming to life as we speak; 30 years ago it was completely undeveloped, and we witnessed new trees and agriculture, farms that are watered by newly appearing underground streams. There is a “way in the desert” (the highway we drove on) that did not exist before. People didn’t live there except the bedouins in tents. But now—life is returning to this formerly barren region, and God is blessing His people here.
“Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise, in the city of our God, His holy mountain.” —Ps 48:1
Today was a day of transition—from the Galilee south to Jerusalem! Temps in the city are cooler, praise the Lord; though we’ll be going south to the Dead Sea tomorrow where it promises to be a scorcher. My amazing fact for the day: I was in the West Bank!?! I had no idea how large an area it covers, nor that many of the sites we’re to visit are located within its borders. So yes, Mom, your middle kid will be in the West Bank all day tomorrow, but it’s perfectly safe at the Dead Sea, so do not worry! 🙂
The Golan Heights has an amazing aerial view of the Galilee region! A lovely way to say goodbye to this beautiful place. Our tour guide gave us a very detailed description of this area’s history, it’s hard to follow but fascinating. And our bus driver Gabi deserves a HUGE round of applause! The switchbacks were sharp and many! (And the vehicles left abandoned over the side of these cliffs gave us even more appreciation for his driving skills!
Bet-Shean is another Tel (city built on a city built on a city). The photo at the top is me and our little climbing party at the top (Mark, Pat, Julie, and me). The “top” can be seen in the bottom photo—see that tiny trail going up that mountain?
The Judean wilderness—wow. Imagine this dry, empty, vast desert for 40 days and 40 nights. Not a shelter to be had. Dust devils flying around. Heat, heat, and more heat. If I couldn’t last 40 minutes out there, I know our Lord was “lean and mean” as Pastor Steve says—He had to be to survive that!
No pics to upload this morning, just wanted to journal a few thoughts so far before we leave the Galilee.
It’s been an amazing journey so far. I can hardly believe we’ve only had two days of touring and I feel like we’ve seen so much–300+ photos already!
Before I left home, my hope was to really meet God here in a unique way. I’d spoken with many people who said when they hit the tarmac they could feel His presence, and I didn’t want to miss that. When we landed, the excitement about the reality of the adventure hit home, and I felt lik dancing and screaming and crying all at the same time, but I only managed applause when the wheels of the plane bounced on the ground, and it took til the morning sunrise on the Galilee to really realise this is not only where Jesus was, but that He is here in a very different way.
The sense I get from our touring around this region is an understanding of Jesus as a one-on-one Lord. I think in some way I pictured the disciples following Him around hanging on every word, but not necessarily understanding the kind of relationship they might have had. But the intimacy of this land, the small size of the lake that surprised me, the closeness of a synagogue site to a home–this was a shoulder-rubbing, neighbor-overhearing little town where Jesus really lived with His family and friends. I’m so glad He’s still that for me, and my mental picture of what that looks like is very different now!
So far the highlight for me has been baptism in the River Jordan. I don’t know how this journaling will come across, if I can explain it well enough, but let me try. I went into the water thinking of this as my declaration of love for Jesus. My action. And my action as an adult, because I was baptized as an infant, so this wasn’t re-baptism because that didn’t “take,” but it was because I wanted to be on record making this commitment as an adult, and where better than the River Jordan? So, as I said, this was me taking an action.
I don’t know why I didn’t expect God to make a move, too; but I came up out of that water a changed woman. I feel the power of God in a new way, as if I can see doing things I never thought I could before. Making changes in my life I’d partially given up on. Taking actions in areas I felt powerless to do a thing. Hopeful for something new. Does that make any sense?
It’s given me joy inside that is just pervading everything else. Yesterday when we were all exhausted, overheated, dripping with sweat, inside I still thought, “Let’s go see more!” I had an excitement when I heard “one more stop” even though my body and brain screamed “No!” And I did let my body and brain win–joined in with the others in bemoaning having one more stop to make. (I really was too tired, and didn’t want to upset anyone by being Miss Pollyanna!) But inside I still thought, “Yeah, we can do this!” Given crazy traffic jams they decided to cancel the last stop and try to go there this morning, but the inside and joyful me would have gladly put up with a late night. Now the task will be to allow that joy to squash the human side of me that wants to whine, but I’m guessing that’s strong enough that it will take a bit to overcome that!
That picture in my head of trying to let the joy of the Lord overtake the humanity of me has made me think again about a drawing we were shown in my Bible Study Fellowship this year. Picture a large circle, with a smaller circle inside it. If the large circle is your spirit, how big would the inner circle be that represents how much of your spirit that is transformed into Jesus-like-ness? As I’ve been processing the baptism, I’ve been feeling like the “me” part of that diagram has great hope to start shrinking now, and that is an exciting thought!
Well the sun is just about up so it’s time to go take photos, so I’ll leave you for now. My next post will be from Jerusalem, how exciting is that!
“At the time of sacrifice, the prophet Elijah stepped forward and prayed: “O LORD, God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel, let it be known today that you are God in Israel and that I am your servant and have done all these things at your command.” –1 Kings 18:36
Today was a day of mountain-climbing, heat-bearing, and muscle-aching, stair-walking—and enjoying breath-taking views. We saw the Jezreel Valley from two angles, one from the Nazareth side (north east-ish), the other from Mt Carmel on the west. It’s amazing to imagine the Biblical prophecies that are going to happen in this area; my pastor has been teaching through the book of Revelations the past few months so we had a pretty clear picture of what’s to come! It was so hot all day, though, by the time we were heading home we were all pretty wiped out. Happily so, though, having seen and done a lot once again.
Tel Megiddo is a city built over a city built over a city….successive ruins of many years of civilization. Facinating!
Mt Carmel was LOVELY–incredible views, beatiful floral gardens and statuary.
“We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life!” –Rom. 6:4
It’s been a full and exhausting day—but a wonderful one! The temperature was 100F in the shade—and I don’t know that Israel really knows how to A/C anything the way the US does. (But even a bottle of water is refreshing when warm in temperatures like this!)
I met a lot more people today, both from my church and other Foursquare Churches, what an amazing family of God this is! Discussions during breaks, on buses, and at meals were substantial and spiritual—just my type. Mixed in with lots of laughter of course!
Here are a few photos from the day….it’s now time for dinner and I’ve worked up quite an appetite, so I’m outta here. Have a great night!
“Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart.” —Ps 37:4
While my photos are slowly uploading (very slow connection here!) I thought I’d take a minute to tell you all how grateful I am to God for this trip—He has given me the desire of my heart! I never thought it would happen; I had financial obstacle after another, and just when I started sinking into depression about never being able to save the money for the trip, things turned around. Amazingly. Even my dejection seemed to be God’s way of proving to me that He is mightier than my troubles, because He just pulled meright out of it. He’s even willing to blow down the Puget Sound region in a giant windstorm if that’s what it takes to get me to Israel. (That’s a long story!) I just can hardly believe I’m here.
The evening we spent outside after dinner was so lovely, the weather is balmy and warm, but with a near-continual breeze. Looking out over the Sea of Galilee, and realising those were the same hillsides Jesus looked out onto day after day when He was here, that this was the lake He walked on, this was the lake Peter swam to His Lord cooking fish on the beach. . . it’s almost too much to take in, and I’m only sitting at a modern hotel. I can’t wait until tomorrow; we get to go on that boat ride, and visit Capernaum, and the thing I’ve been looking forward to so much, the Mount of Beatitudes!
“. . . the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.” —Ps 121:8
Hallelujah, we’re here! What a wonderful place!
Our flight was again uneventful; about 10 hours worth of travel by air, and we transferred to a bus in Tel Aviv to take us to Tiberias. I sat with a lovely woman and new friend, Christina, and we enjoyed the sights out our window and talked. My photos out our window didn’t turn out all that well but I’m hoping to talk Christina into letting me download her pics since she had a better camera!
We drove along the border of the West Bank; I was surprised that the wall was only for portions of the border, not the whole thing—it separates the most populated areas of Palestinians from the high-population regions of Israel proper. Palestinian communities are notable by two things, one is minnerets at each mosque, the other being architecture—homes are built individually by each family, and structures are up to them, so communities don’t necessarily “match.” (I assume few housing codes or HOAs).
Turning north we aimed toward Tiberias, and the views of the lower Galilee valleys were breathtaking! Some areas were green and planted with all sorts of beautiful patterns of plants, trees, and vines, others were in the midst of harvest so looked dry, but the land here is rich and fertile.
We’re about to go for dinner now, I hope to get back here to post a few more thoughts later. Just wanted to say hello from Tiberias quickly!