Our day started with a 7am wake up call and a breakfast buffet. Then we packed up our luggage, laid our hands on it to identify it as our own, and we were off. Today we did a lot of driving, moving direction wise from the North of Israel down to the South. We stopped first of all in Ceasarea Phillipi, a greek city built in honor of the god Pan. Here we heard from the words of Christ that the gates of hell – illustrated in the pagan idolatrous temple built over the cave which spewed out water – would not prevail against the church that he would build. What a great reminder of the work that Christ has done in bringing the church to pass and of her ultimate victory. I had a drink of tea when we were there – my wife would be shocked (I never drink tea). As you can see the tea came with leaves in it, but it was tasty and refreshing as we left for Yardenit to witness a baptism. I couldn’t resist posting the picture of John with the red hat. Our trip to Israel has soldified what I consider to be a growing friendship. in fact, that’s what happens when you travel to Israel. Friendships are formed, strengthened and renewed. You might arrive as acquiantences, but you leave friends, having shared a deeply moving eperience. From the Jordan River we journeyed South to Bet Shan, home of one of the most extensive excavations, and possibly the most impressive ruins in all of Israel. You can see the photo of the main street posted in the blog. From Bet Shan, we drove South, through the entire length of the West Bank. We stopped to talk with a military officer (the son of our guide), and he walked us through a uncensored version of the recent conflict in Gaza. Let’s just say – don’t believe everything you hear in the news! a brief bathroom break near Jericho and then up to Jerusalem! I am in Jerusalem now, holy city of the world’s three monotheistic faiths. I am anxious to walk her streets once again, seeing the sights and sound that draw me back here each time. I hope you can experience the joys of Jerusalem through my words for the next few days.
Good night one and all.
From the 9th floor of the King Solomon Hotel,
Herb the Pastor