The masks we wear...

Halloween is a fun time of year - first of all there is candy, parties, pumpkin carving, and of course very excited kids. Also, we get the chance to dress up and pretend to be someone or something else. We get to be something hillarious, or one of our favorite childhood characters. Perhaps we choose to be someone we always dreamed of becoming (like a racecar driver, or a doctor - maybe even a superhero).
As I was thinking about this I suddenly realized that Halloween isn't all that different from everyday life. In fact, daily life is more like Halloween than we probably care to admit. Sure it's not all pumpkins and parties, but none-the-less we in fact choose to participate in Halloween daily. Often we choose to pretend to be someone else, to hide behind a mask.
We may "technically" be grown-ups, but we still play pretend everyday. We pretend that we're happy when we are really crying inside. We sneak around, acting like we're not sleeping with our girlfriend, shoving aside the doubts that eat away at us. We put on a friendly mask when in reality we would really like to strangle our co-worker. We pretend that we don't get high that often, but our bank account tells another story. Every day we hide the fact that we are lying... lying to ourselves as much as we are to others.
We put on a front, pretending that we are good and have it all together; trying to mask the truth and hide the ugliness in our lives.
We may think we've got everyone fooled - and for a while we might succeed - but eventually, sooner or later our true self will be revealed.
There is a proverb that states the following: "As water reflects a face, so a man's heart reflects the man."
Though we may be masters of disguise on the outside, our hearts ultimately reveal who we really are - what our true nature is. What is interesting is that this proverb comes in the middle of a section of proverbs on personal growth. It is worth mentioning that the first proverb in this section calls attention to the way social interaction facilitates growth. We are best sharpened and matured through real and honest interaction with one another.
It is true that we all have heart defects, but thankfully we can grow and mature out of them. It is not something we simply do on our own, but something we do together in community.
So I encourage you to enjoy this Halloween, dress up, eat some candy and have a party. But let's all consciously leave our masks and costumes at home when we come together for community and fellowship and take time to be real about our struggles and short comings. This way we can all grow together into the new creation God has called us to be with changed hearts that will truly reflect our transformation and we will no longer need to hide.

New beginnings Continued paths

Greetings everyone, it has been a while since I last posted something - however I felt that it would be good to give you an update. So many wonderful things came from my trip to Isreal and I wanted to thank you for the love and support that you offered me. I learned many new things and felt God's hand at work.
Therefore, I feel led to continue to blog about my sojourn through life and hope that as I ponder the many different lessons and experiencs I have that God will not only continue to shape me but that through interacting with you all we will come to know him more fully.
You will noticed that I have made some updates on the page and I earnestly request your prayers.

(8/15) Diffiicult Day in the West Bank

Today was a difficult day to say the least. Today I witnessed occupation up close and personal; seeing families enclosed and caged by metal fencing with razor wire, having cement walls built within meters of their home - tearing through what use to be their backyard, their grand children's playground, their grove of 2000 year old olive trees. Hope is as thin as the razors wrapped around their homes and wavers like a leaf in a faint breeze.



I do not have the words to describe all that I saw and hope that my pictures will scream where my soul has lost its voice from strain and grief.
































While I am grieved at what I faced today, a hope not from me continues to bubble up from within. This issue is larger than one can presume to fathom, larger than what anyone person could tackle. For now I simply ask God to give me one task, one thing that I can do out of obedience to Him that will bring glory to Him in this place and show His love to the people here.

Hebron: Part II (7/22)

Please Read Hebron (7/22) First Before Reading This Post To Have The Full Context Of The Story.

When we were walking in the market in Bethlehem that afternoon/evening, a handful of boys burst into the road in front of us. It appeared that a young boy (14-16 years old) was chasing three boys (ages 10-12 years old). The first two young boys seemed to get away, but the third was dropped to the ground by a well-placed knee to his mid-thigh by the older boy. All of this happened right in front of me. The older boy placed his foot upon the younger boy’s neck and face pinning him to the ground. What had transpired to “merit” such treatment I am not sure, but somewhere amidst the shouts, clamor, physical altercation, and the expression on the little boy’s face as he was pinned to the stone street by a boot heel questions from deep within began to rise. While I could not understand the words, the expression of the older boy’s face combined with the harsh tone and words dripping with disdain contrasted sharply with the clearly humiliated tone of the young boy pleading desperately, his face riddled with pain and fear. Deep questions surfaced from within about the very nature of man and his capacity for humanity. Two brothers warring within a war. So far I do not see a land in desperate need of liberation from occupation, but in desperate need of Christ and His salvation. For this is not a land of people who are simply held captive by a wall of separation, but are prisoners of death, enslaved by sin. Likewise for those occupying forces.

But still I tell you that I have hope – not in man, government, or policies – But in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Elias Chacour, Bahai Gardens, Mount of Transfiguration (Mt. Tabor) (8/3)

Today we had the privilege to hear Elias Chacour speak. While I really enjoyed some of the themes and language about forgiveness that he used in his book Blood Brothers, I was not convinced that he shared the same message in person. I was encouraged by his challenge to never become one-sided; he also said, "I will never encourage you to tear down the wall, but to build bridges over the wall so that it disappears." He also stated that, "[The Jews and Palestinians] do not need to learn how to live together, but they need to remember how they lived together [previously in peace]." He was a very gracious and hospitable host and his style of sharing with us was largely narrative in nature, making the connection between what he said and what he meant slightly more challenging. Still it was nice to meet him and hear from someone who has been living in this land and serving its people for so many years.

It was another brutally hot day, yet we put on smiles and are embracing the adventure. We traveled up Mt Carmel that over looks the Bahai Gardens and the harbor of Haifa. The harbor is impressive in size and watching the massive container-ships that filled the port and surrounding seaside was exciting. The Bahai Gardens were of a magnitude that I have not seen matched. They extend well down the mountain side, although we were only able to walk through the first two levels. The beauty was stirring and I have included a few pictures that perhaps capture the regal elegance better than my words.

After the gardens while we were having lunch (which for me was a delicious chocolate croissant), we saw on the news that some gunfire had been exchanged between the Israeli military and the Lebanese military. Being less than 22 miles from the border this was fairly disconcerting. The details were unclear as our ability to communicate in Hebrew is close to zero and we able to discern little from the store owner's broken English.

Fortunately, it didn't seem like it was escalating into anything major and I felt for the most part safe and secure. We then traveled up to the Mt. of Transfiguration (Mt. Tabor) where we were able to take some pictures and see some views that overlook a large agriculturally rich valley that lay below. It was inspiring to be where Christ had been; I think this place had special significance for me since I have written a sermon on The Transfiguration. The idea that Jesus teaches us that He did not come to change/fix the problems of the world in the way we think He should, but instead invites us to travel down the mountain, carrying our cross and following Him in obedience - even to death is as challenging to us as it was to Peter. However, the promise of the text is that Christ is with us. He walked before us and He walks alongside of us now. All that is left is that we daily pick up our cross and follow Him.

While we were there several fighter jets flew overhead adding to our curiosity about the current situation between Israel and Lebanon.

Back at the hotel we had some breaded chicken, french fries, and watermelon, another game of football with the neighborhood boys and then some down time. There was a bit of drama with our guide as we were trying to find one of our team members, and unfortunately the situation escalated to ridiculous proportions. It was quite surprising, disappointing, and frankly shocking. Why he reacted in such an extreme matter was not clear and seems to me that there may be something deeper at the root of the issue. I was quite amazed at his lack of concern for a fellow human, and irrational anger and inappropriate language. Ultimately, this led to us getting a new guide in the morning (after an attempt by our leader to reconcile the situation). Ci la vi.

B'Tselem, Yad Vasham (Holocaust Museum), Israel Museum, Knesset (8/1)

Hot and hazy. Today we spoke with an Israeli organization, B'Tselem, whose sees its role primarily as a civil organization to monitor government activity and raise awareness about human rights as an issue in the occupied territories. Their view is that they cannot change the situation, but that they can at least document it. They post all their reports online and hope to raise awareness (they recommended reading their report on the West Bank which outlines how Israel uses Jordanian law to confiscate land).

Three years ago they started a video project which they began by giving video cameras to Palestinians (in Hebron) so that they could document what is going on in the area. There are now over 100 cameras in West Bank and Gaza. They train them how to keep the camera steady, even in the midst of the conflict and to not get involved, but to document - even if the conflict involves family members.

After the presentation I was able to ask if they also documented Palestinian aggression against Israelis - which they do. In my opinion it gives more credibility to the organization and is a better way to collect information and address the larger conflict at hand.

After hearing from B'Tselem, we went to the Yad Vasham. I have written a separate blog about my experience there and so I will only enter here a quote that stood out to me and spoke volumes about how we view (or should view) others in the context of humanity and discrimination (or in the case of the Holocaust - genocide).

"I do not know what a Jew is, we only know what human beings are." - Pastor Andre Trocme (His response to being told that he had to handover Jews to the Nazis).

Visiting the Yad Vasham was an emotionally and physically draining event. I feel that my soul was gravely wounded by the experience.

We then traveled to the Israeli Museum where we saw a model of the city and exhibit on the Dead Sea Scrolls. Next we drove by the Knesset for a quick picture and then headed back to the guest house in Jerusalem.

It was a long and trying day filled with disheartening images, grief, and a broken heart. May God use these things to draw me nearer to Him and to strengthen me for the tasks He calls me to do out of obedience to Him.

Free Day - Church of the Sepulchre, Hezekiah's Tunnel, Kidron Valley and Tombs (7/31)

Hot! The moment I walked out of my room at 7:00am for my daily devotions and prayer, I was hit by a wall of heat. Today is going to be a hot one for sure! Even though it was our day off, I still woke up early with a couple of others to beat the rush at the Holy Sepulchre. It was still a busy place and we had to wait in line a bit. I took some pictures of the rising sun breaking into the room through a lofty window. While waiting in line to visit the place where they believe Christ was buried, I read John 19-20 and found a reflective and grateful heart for the Lord's sacrifice, example, and salvation which He extended to me [and all of mankind].

(On an humorous side note, I found it ironic that in a place designed to commemorate and honor the Man who most truly exhibited what it means to deny oneself and put others before you, would also be a place where many would come to pay their respects and at the same time cut in line to put themselves in front of/before others.)

We had lunch in the market and a few of us set out to find Hezekiah's Tunnel. It was closed for the Sabbath, but we were still able to walk around some. We ventured up the Kidron Valley and even stopped in some tombs along the way. Trying in part to escape the heat as much as to explore. The heat was oppressive and their was only the faintest of breezes along the valley floor. The heat seemed to radiate from all sides as the sun's glare reflected from the steep walls and even from the ground we walked on. I sweat my shirt completely through and was thankful that I was wearing shorts for once. We returned to the guest house for cold showers and water.

After my shower I read some until dinner and spent the rest of the evening emailing, catching up on my journal, and reading.

Travel to Nazareth, Bet-She'an, The Orthodox Church of Annunciation and Mary's Well (8/2)

Today we say goodbye to Old Jerusalem and turn north for our journey to Nazareth. It is a several hour journey by car which I try to pass by reading and enjoying the scenery that rolls past my window.

Along the way we break up our trek with a stop at Bet-She’an. It is a stunning sight to behold. The remnants of an ancient city unearthed, leaving much of it’s former glory to view, touch, and explore. Streets, pillared platforms, and the most preserved ancient theater in all of Israel were mine to explore. As I walked through the tunneled passageway, volcanic stone streets, past marble pillars carved with intricate and detailed craftsmanship I pause to marvel at the skill, dedication, and amount of labor such an undertaking must have required.

Despite the oppressive heat that is well established deep into the 100’s I decide to climb the mount for a better view of this spectacular city. It is humid and hazy, likely due to the nearby Jordan River valley. The heat presses in from all sides, and though it makes me feel lethargic, listless, weary – I am no less impressed and moved by the sights I behold from on high. It quickly becomes clear why this area was so important and valuable within the region as I survey the lands below in all directions.

Completely drained we load back into our vehicle after a quick stop for lunch and resume our quest to reach Nazareth. I am surprised at how developed and modern Nazareth is – I think I was expecting a city more similar to Bethlehem in nature. Before we make our way to our lodging for the night we stop to view Mary’s well located inside the Orthodox Church of the Annunciation. It is a beautiful little church that has a chambered grotto where a tiny well bubbles up – supposedly where Mary (Jesus mother) use to collect water.

Once we checked in to our hotel we enjoyed a delicious (and if I might say, well deserved) dinner. Although I was completely exhausted from the heat and day’s activities – I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play some football (soccer) with some kids that lived nearby. We played four on four and they quickly took the lead with a 4-1 start. We rallied back and were able to win the game by a margin of 3 goals as the twilight hour robbed us of further play. The kids were pretty skilled and athletic players. They asked to play again tomorrow so we told them to meet us at 7:30pm. Ripe with the glory of our victory and the rank odor that was its cost we headed back to our rooms for showers and the peace that comes of well-earned sleep.

Yad Vasham (Holocaust Museum) (8/1): WARNING DISTURBING IMAGE

[See Previous Entry On Yad Vasham]

Went to the Holocaust museum today. It was appalling to the point of nausea - I had to go to the bathroom where I had some dry heaves. I felt a dark shadow on my shoulders and my soul felt the chill of death, hate, and sin - I had trouble grasping that man could do such evil and was shocked at how many countries joined in and assisted the Nazis in trying to exterminate the Jewish race.

I attached a picture that haunts me - humanity at its finest and at its worst in one click of the camera and one click of a gun.

It is now more clear than ever to me that we can not look to man, or secular systems - it is only in Christ that there is hope for mankind.

Sabeel (Communion and lunch); afternoon in Bethlehem (7/29)

Today we met with a group called Sabeel, which is Arabic for "the way or the path" and also "a spring of water". Sabeel is the Center for Palestinian Liberation Theology and it is "ecumenical" or "nothing is done denominationally," but more precisely it seems to be interfaith as they are comprised of and work with other faiths as well. There three areas of ministry include: 1.) Building up the body of Christ, 2.) Interfaith ministry (Christians and Muslims), and 3.) Peace and Justice.

For Sabeel the starting point is justice - that is where they start and what they aim for. And it is their hope that after justice there will be reconciliation.

I feel that they have these two in the reverse order and was also concerned by their hermeneutic which was a little sketchy and unorthodox.

An interesting stat we were given is that less than 2% of Palestinians in Israel and the West Bank are Christian. However, there is a large number of Palestinian Christians outside of this area. Many have left for economic reasons and some have left due to the poor conditions that exist under occupation.

After the presentation we shared communion and had lunch. All of Sabeel's staff was extremely kind and hospitable. The meal was delicious; (cold) peas and rice with chicken, bread with Zatar, and fresh yogurt. For dessert they served us a cake like brownie with bits of caramel in it and some Turkish coffee.

We had the afternoon to explore in Bethlehem and so I took some pictures of a playground that sits in the shadow of the separation wall. It was a sad reminder of how deeply the impact of this conflict strikes. It seems we are most saddened when the innocence of children is stripped away by the unnecessary evils of this world. It is my deepest hope that we can all work together to strive towards the peace and reconciliation that can only be known through Christ's love.

Caesarea (and swimming in the Mediterranean), Jaffa and Tel Aviv (7/28)

This morning we ventured out for a new adventure as we headed to the northwest to visit Caesarea and the Mediterranean. It is the first day we have had with clouds that hung around for the whole day. Nice fluffy white cotton ball clouds that drifted slowly through the brilliantly blue sky. We arrived at the Mediterranean at around 10 am, and I was astonished (as I always am) at the sight of the ocean; its beauty, mystery, and its ceaseless chorus crashing against the rocks and shoreline have always stirred my soul.*

Along the shoreline runs an old aqueduct dating back to the Romans. The graceful arches and enduring strength and durability are a marvel to behold. I snap a few pictures of the brown stone legacy as well as the blue green waves too old for memories and then run to the water's edge to cool off. I feel invigorated and refreshed as the warm wet waves wash over me. The sand swirls around my toes and ankles as I venture deeper into the blue. Less than 75 feet from shore the waves surge and tumble in a roaring white crescendo against the rocks just below the surface. The shimmering white and deep blue clash in perfect splendor.

After a few hours swimming, collecting shells, and exploring the beach and aqueduct we leave for the excavated city of Caesarea. I am amazed at the size and grandeur of this once thriving port city. We walk along its shoreline complete with remnants of pillars, buildings, archways, streets, and temples. Its wall is like a fortress. As we travel along its extensive interior we make our way to the ancient theater. This theater easily seats several thousand people and has been restored and is in the process of being prepped for an upcoming concert. I am impressed at the ingenuity and ability of those long ago who constructed such amazing feats whose beauty and mystery still inspire to this day.

Next we traveled south to Jaffa passing through Tel Aviv on our way. The modern city on our left - pristine, yet crowded beaches to our right. The sun is slung low in the sky, yet the horizon runs far away - holding the sunset off for a few more hours. In Jaffa we stop to see from a distance where Simon Peter received the vision from the Lord that all food is clean and acceptable to eat (Acts 10:9-16) and then we visited St. Peter's Church.

Yet another filled day, but one of mystery, amazement, and joy.


*The following quote captures well the unyielding call of the sea.

"And it is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance else that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Iluvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen."
- The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien (page 8).

Beer Sheba National Park, Mizpe Ramon (Negev Desert), Bethlehem Bible College (7/27)

Today we traveled to the Negev Desert to see the geological wonder, Mizpe Ramon. On our way we stopped to see the ruins of Beer Sheba (Genesis 26:23-25). I was very impressed at this former city located next to a well. We were able to walk through the old stone gates which had double walls so that if the first was breached that the inhabitants could still defend the city. Beer Sheba was located on a hill which allowed good visibility in all directions. There was good city planning in its layout, especially in regards to its water system which was a great strength during times of war. It even had a secret escape tunnel which we were able to walk through. Pretty neat to experience a real piece of history.

After our brief excursion we loaded back into our vehicle and resumed our journey to the desert. It was a long journey (several hours) with little to see out of our window other than the endless hills and peaks of the Israeli wilderness, void of life and vegetation. Occasionally, we would see some weeds or bushes tucked in amongst the rocks and gravel, but it looked to be a bleak and ominous country.

Finally we reached our destination - Mizpe Ramon. A geological formation one could never hope to capture with the lens (I suggest that you google it). It was quite the sight and I wished we could have had the opportunity to do some hiking and exploring as well. A herd of Ibex wandered by near to where we were standing, so we took some up-close pictures.

Then began the arduous journey back to Bethlehem... (riding in a car for 3 or 4 hours is not easy for me to do). Once we arrived at Bethlehem we stopped at Bethlehem Bible College for a presentation about some of Israel's history and the West Bank along with how that has impacted the lives of Palestinian Christians. It was a fascinating presentation which opened my eyes to many of the struggles the people in this land have endured. I think it would be amazing to spend a semester continuing my Seminary studies as a student at Bethlehem Bible College!

Worn and weary we returned for our nightly meal and much needed rest. After a full stomach, cool cleansing shower and a few emails, I drifted off to sleep content and hopeful - inspired by God's handiwork and His promises for the future.

Jerusalem: Wailing Wall and other sites (7/26)

Today we traveled to Jerusalem and stopped outside the city walls to visit where Jesus was imprisoned by the Chief Priests and where Peter denied knowing Him three times. We were able to view the prison caves and the pit (know as the 'sacred pit') into which they cast Christ. We read Psalm 87 together (if you have a moment, I would recommend reading it) and then the lights were turned off and we spent a few moments in silence in the deep dark innards of the earth. It is hard to imagine the depth of isolation Jesus experienced that night, knowing that outside one of His closest friends was denying even knowing Him.

Next we traveled into the city where they recently excavated the old city wall on our way to visit the Wailing Wall. The Wailing Wall's size is staggering; the stones are massive and the wall (which is actually the foundation and support structure for the Temple Mount) actually extends 100' below the current level where Jews gather to pray. It is such an impressive structure, especially considering how long ago it was built.

After spending sometime at the Wall, we went up to the Temple Mount and saw the Dome of the Rock Mosque. If I thought the Wailing Wall was impressive, I lack words to describe the Temple Mount. The sheer size of the platform is bind numbing especially considering all of the rocks that lay beneath it creating its support and structure. After walking around for a bit we stopped at the Lion's gate of Jerusalem (where Stephen was stoned) and then headed back to Bethlehem for the evening.

It was a full day, which left me contemplating all the Christ endured for us and how we react to the blessed gift.

Women in Black and a street conversation (7/30)

Today we moved from Bethlehem to Jerusalem and are staying at the Lutheran Guest House close to the Jaffa Gate.

We met a group, Women in Black, who protest the occupation every Friday by wearing black and silently holding up signs on a busy street corner. While I was watching I met a girl named Sara who was from Washington State and was on a similar pilgrimage as we are on. We swapped some names of the really good speakers we have heard and talked briefly.

There was a young couple who was protesting the protesters and I spoke with them when we were leaving. I simply asked if he was pro-occupation or just pro-Israel. He responded that "there is no occupation!" I asked, "Then what are the walls about?" He said that they were for they're protection [from terrorists].

A very interesting view and I was so happy to finally hear from someone who had an Israeli perspective. What I was hoping would be a friendly dialogue quickly vanished as others in the group came to talk with him as well. It instantaneously ended when people began to antagonize him, throwing out "facts" and challenges. He began to defensively defend his view and it began to get heated and voices began to rise as tension flooded the conversation. I tried to redirect and bring the conversation back around to open dialogue and respectful interactions. I was shocked and disappointed at some of the members of the group who acted so disrespectfully. Not once has anyone dared to interrupt a speaker, correct them when they have told a half-truth or even an outright lie, or shied away from difficult questions or topics. As true peace makers, shalom builders we need to openly and respectfully listen to both sides/perspectives first before we can bridge the gaps. Not engage others in hostile conversations and rhetoric bent with our own objectives or political slant.

As Christians if we are no different than those around us, if we have lost our saltiness and our light has gone out - what value can we hope to add to the situation - what peace do we offer if we don't bring Christ (the Prince of Peace)?

Day off (7/24)

Today was quite relaxing despite our early morning. We had to check out of our hotel by 8:00am and carry our bags the equivalent of roughly 1 and 1/2 blocks to the ICB (International Center of Bethlehem) where we are staying in their guest house. The narrow streets were already crowded with the Saturday market traffic, but we made it just fine. WE then had breakfast (a lazy one with lots of conversation). A friend we have made in the market took us to an Olive wood carving factory. It was neat to see where the things were/are carved. After lunch I spent sometime corresponding with friends and family through email.
Dinner was a pleasant surprise - hamburgers and fries! I am sad to admit how happy I was to see them and at how quickly I devoured them as well. For dessert we ate a watermelon we had purchased at the market and the rest of Aaron's (one of our team members) chocolate mousse birthday cake. Cake was delicious, again. The watermelon had a slightly different taste than in the US; sweet, but not sugary.

From Jericho to the Dead Sea (7/23)

Another bright and sunny day beats down upon us as we walk to our tour bus at 9:00am. It is warm and beads of sweat begin to form along my brow. The knowledge that it is only going to get hotter offers no comfort. Fortunately, the air is cool inside our vehicle and I quickly take a window seat.

The journey to Jericho takes us through the wilderness we so often hear about in the Bible. We stop near the Wadi Qilt (a valley that lies between Jerusalem and the route to Nazareth. It is some of the remotest and desolate land I have ever seen. I shudder at the thought of crossing it and suddenly the accounts of "the good Samaritan" and the fear that grip Mary and Joseph when they realize that Jesus is missing (when He stayed behind at the temple), have a new deeper meaning to me.

After a few photos we resume our trip to Jericho, pausing momentarily outside the city (which lies on the opposite side of the mountains that create the Wadi Qilt) to view a tree similar to what Zacchaeus probably climbed in order to view Jesus coming along the street way. It had a beautifully gnarled tree trunk, squat and bulky. Its bark had a very light shade of grey and it was hardly taller than a one story building.

Jericho was hot! Open to the sun just below the mountain range in a fertile valley responsible for a diverse mixture of crops; bananas being one of Jericho's chief exports. The excavation of old Jericho was interesting; some remnants of old stone walls, areas where rain "melted" the clay stone wall like bars of chocolate, and old pottery, rooms, and stairways. We also took a few pictures of the Monastery of Temptation (where Christ was tempted for 40 days) located on the side of the mountain behind Jericho.




Next we headed south to Qumran (where a community of Jews lived and where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found - in the cave of the picture). We had an excellent tour of historical park and the excavations of their communal buildings and purification baths (Mikva Ot). This is likely a community that John the Baptist visited while wandering in the desert.





Finally, we ended our day at the Dead Sea. The water's high salt content made one more buoyant than normal, however it was a novelty that quickly wore off - especially since the water's salinity felt as though it was burning your skin (some areas more than others). The muddy clay (which is thought to have healing/cosmetic qualities) abundantly located on the bottom was dense and had a distinct smoothness to it. All in all, while in the water my skin felt almost slimy and as far as I know the mud did nothing more than merely coat my skin while making me feel dirty and desperate for a shower. But it was a new experience and a fun memory. It was also nice to have a relaxing afternoon and to reflect on the numerous experiences we have had of late.



Worn and weary from traveling and an afternoon in the sun and water we traveled home, drifting off into light sleep as we motored back along the winding road that had been our days journey.

Hebron (7/22)

As we leave Bethlehem and approach Hebron we drive through sloped valleys of brown and lush green--terraced mosaic of agriculture from fertile land and the presences of aquifers. The drive to Hebron was beautiful, and the city is vibrant and especially joyous since today the Palestinians received their test scores from their final exam. New high school graduates shout from car windows to their friends on the street. Some even sit in the window, hanging out of the cars in front of us as we crawl through the early morning traffic. We continue through the crowded streets until we reach old Hebron where there is less traffic and quickly unload from our vehicle. Our guide marches us briskly through a long corridor that leads under a build or buildings (I am not sure which) and we walk past shops on either side of us through what appears to be a dimly lit tunnel.


We pass through tight security which includes a floor to ceiling metal turnstile and then another check point where we have to present our passports and hand over our bags for examination. Once through, we regroup and head to the Al Ibrahimi Mosque and are given a tour of the tomb/memorials of Abraham, Isaac and Rebbecca. Below the Mosque is a network of tunnels and caves that have various burial chambers. It is a beautiful building, but the air is stale - a mixture of incense and mustiness.

After we are done viewing the Mosque, we reverse our route - through the security post again - and are again briskly escorted to the offices of CPT (Christian Peacemaking Team). Here we debriefed on some of the history of Hebron.

At one time Jews and Palestinians lived here peaceably as neighbors. During the late 1920's many Jews left or were forced out of the city. Now, once again Jews (Israelis) and Palestinians are neighbors, but this time they are separated by concrete walls, guard posts, and guns. It is quite sad to see and difficult to process. The women we met from CPT are practically saints - at times putting themselves in between the hostilities that arise between the Israelis and Palestinians. It is a city divided, torn, and stifled by conflict. Seeing the divisions from the roof top of the CPT building gives a more clear picture to the reality these people face everyday than our drive in through the streets had indicated.

I would have like to talk more with the people of Hebron and spent more time in the city, hopefully I will be able to return before the end of our stay.

After lunch we visited a glass factory where we were able to watch two men make hand blown glass goblets. Their speed and precision was amazing. In less than 3 minutes they could make a wine glass by hand that is so precise and exact to the others they make that a company in New York flew all the way out to see and verify that the glasses were being made by hand. Their hospitality was overwhelming and their story touching. The two men who now make the hand blown glass are second generation; the only two of 22 cousins able to wield the trade. Unfortunately this art will die with them, as neither of their children have taken up the torch - too distracted with video games, television, the Internet, etc.

I feel blessed to have met these men and witnessed their art, to have been in the presence of saintly women who place themselves in harms way to protect the despised and mistreated. I visited a city divided by walls, but held together with hope.

Pictures

Layover at the airport in Warsaw, Poland



















Sun rising over Bethlehem 10 minutes after we arrived at our hotel



















First meal in Israel
























Boy in the market
























Fresh fruit in the market




















Playing football in an alley with some of the local kids

Sites, culture, and alley football.

I am quite amazed at just how much I have been able to see and do in such a short amount of time. I have visited the Evangelical Lutheran Christmas Church, and the Church of the Nativity (which stands on top of the cave/stable where Jesus was born). On Monday, we visited the Dar al-Kalima Health and Wellness Center (dedicated to providing needed medical, spiritual, and psychological care for people) and received a tour of the construction on a new expanded school building; Shepherd's Field (where the angels appeared to the shepherds proclaiming the birth of Jesus); the Separation Barrier (roughly an 8-meter-high wall separating parts of Bethlehem); and toured Dheisheh, the oldest refugee camp (62 years) in the West Bank.
Yesterday, we heard a presentation by an Imam on Islamic faith and visited a Mosque. We were received very politely at the Mosque and guided throughout the building - even up the Minaret. The rest of the afternoon we were able to visit the markets, where we were welcomed and treated very hospitably. Often times given tea, coffee, or even gifts as we hosted in their shops. We made an extra special connection at one store and spent several hours talking with the shop keepers. We had purchased a soccer ball a few doors down the way and so a game of football broke out in the alley (at most 10 feet wide) next to their shop with some neighborhood kids. We had to pause our game for a little while when the local Mosque had its call to prayer, which incidentally allowed us to change into more appropriate attire. The second half of the game turned out to be quite the rumpus (or friendly street brawl) - filled with flying shoes, elbows, and bruised shins. It was all good natured fun. We shared laughter, high fives, and pats on the back as we exchanged shouts and ricocheted the ball off the alley walls and each others' feet.
Having spent most (if not all) of our energy, we said goodbye, exchanged handshakes, hugs, and high fives and headed home for dinner. Although we were sore, bruised, and exhausted our souls lifted our spirits from the inside out - bound to our fellow man in love and hope for the future.

Israel 7/17

We arrived in Tel Aviv just after 4:00am local time. Security and customs was a breeze much to my surprise. We picked up our luggage and were shuttled to our hotel in Bethlehem. There was a small heated conversation as we entered the West Bank, but we made it through. Arriving at 5:30am we found our rooms on the top floor and then scurried out onto the roof (I actually climbed through my window) for some sunrise photos. Took a long nap but am forcing myself up to beat jet lag.

21:27 (9:27 pm)- Had a brief tour of the local market and International Center. Dinner (my first meal in Israel) was good - took a picture. May have drank some tap water, but so far feeling fine. Have breakfast and church tomorrow. Should be another nice day. Weather was warm/hot, but there was a steady breeze. Evening cooled off quite a bit and the breeze remains. Stars shine brightly in the night sky only a sliver of the moon hangs near the horizon. The same stars that smiled down upon Jesus 2000 years ago... A very peaceful thought indeed.

I will try to post some pictures soon. Unfortunately, I have less access to the Internet then originally planned. Will update as much as possible. Thank you for the prayers - would love to hear from you.

Mason

Detroit Mission Trip

Would appreciate a few prayers as I head off to Detroit to head up a mission trip for some college and young adults. We'll be partnering with City Mission; connecting with families in the Brightmoor community, playing games and teaching bible lessons to the children, and helping build a Kaboom playground. Looking forward to learning a lot and seeing God at work!

Peacemaking

"I was increasingly aware of Father's unbelievably forgiving attitude toward the soldiers. He faithfully continued our times of family prayer and never failed to pray for those who had made themselves our enemies. Night after night I would lean my head against Mother, fingering the fish and doves on her necklace, and hear Father pray: 'Forgive them, O God. Heal their pain. Remove their bitterness. Let us show them Your peace.'"

- Blood Brothers by Elias Chacour

If only we all had such humble and god-fearing fathers who taught us to respond to hostile aggression in this way. If only we all prayed in this way, what a difference in the world we would make.

Please pray with me that God would enable us all to show the world His peace.

Picture via gospellightbookstore

Wilderness

I was just thinking about the how different the wilderness in Israel is compared to anything I have experienced. I have included a picture to give an idea of what it is like. Imagine wandering for 40 years in a place like this!

What is the most remote place you have ever been and what was your experience like?

Picture via Zola Levitt Ministries

Hunting and Gathering

Even though I have several weeks before I leave I have begun the process of hunting down and gathering together the things I will need for my journey. Apparently the weather will be rather hot in Israel in July (who would have thought, right?) so the hunt for linen and other light material clothing is underway. While traveling is an exciting part of the journey, the thought of spending 18 hours on a plane in a tiny seat is less than inspiring...

I would love some suggestions from any experienced travelers out there!

Thank you so much for your prayers; please be praying for me that the financial support I need will come continue to come in.

picture via elliott.org

Six Week Count Down

In just six short weeks I will be arriving in Tel Aviv for my five week journey through Israel. While I am extremely excited for this opportunity, current events bring into sharp relief the dangers that exist. It is humbling to imagine visiting a place with such a rich and dynamic history. To be involved in bringing hope to a region with such a long history of conflict seems naive, however I cannot help but to believe that change can happen. I know that my effort alone is insignificant, but I believe that through obedience and faith -even in the face of opposition - anything can happen. Edmund Burke indicated in his writings that all that is necessary for the triumph for evil is that good men do nothing. I guess I just don't want to be one who does nothing. One who ignores the troubles of this world. One who remains idle while there are those who are suffering. I pray for God's wisdom and grace as these things are obviously well beyond me. Hopefully, through this experience my eyes will be opened in new ways to how to care for people in this world.

picture via National Geographic