3. 5 years ago I went on a trip of a lifetime that changed my life and challenged everything about my views and my faith. One of the last days in the beautiful city of Jerusalem, I took a picture every few steps from our housing to the church we worked. These are just a few of the sites. (Video to follow this summer)
A step out the door and to the left from the place that became our home for the 2 weeks we were there.
The stones in the walls and each step held more history than I could even fathom, but my story was being written along each step.
We continue on our walk early in the morning, long before the shops open and the Old city of Jerusalem becomes the bustling market place I imagined from reading Bible stories, but they were no longer stories.
Walking down the Via Dolorosa, we take the same steps the Christ took. Each painful step before reaching Calvary and changing the world. Each painful moment before dying for our sake.
We then stop by the only little shop open first thing in the morning. An opportunity to build a relationship as we stopped by every day during our time there to stock up on local snacks before our day of work.
Every day, my heart would break as I saw women try to sell produce. Many of them disabled in some way, but trying to provide in anyway that they possibly can.
Finally, we reach the opening of the Damascus Gate. Historically known as "The Gate of Victory," one can look to the side of the main gate and see the old Roman gate.
And then our walk through the newer part of the city. Where a little ways down the road was a place called "Garden Tomb." A tranquil place of prayer and reflection. Trees gave shade to harsh sun, and rocks provide a place to sit and bask in the presence of God.
The stones in the walls and each step held more history than I could even fathom, but my story was being written along each step.
Walking down the Via Dolorosa, we take the same steps the Christ took. Each painful step before reaching Calvary and changing the world. Each painful moment before dying for our sake.
We then stop by the only little shop open first thing in the morning. An opportunity to build a relationship as we stopped by every day during our time there to stock up on local snacks before our day of work.
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And then our walk through the newer part of the city. Where a little ways down the road was a place called "Garden Tomb." A tranquil place of prayer and reflection. Trees gave shade to harsh sun, and rocks provide a place to sit and bask in the presence of God.
Our walk to and from the little Church in Jerusalem was roughly a mile. Everyday, God was speaking truth into our lives and leaving an imprint that none of us can forget. And one thing I knew for sure was that I was called back.
Now I have the chance, but its only with the support and prayer from my friends and family. I can't tell you all of what I will be doing because I just don't know yet. I can't share cultural insight because as much as I have read, it still won't translate until I can put it into practice. But I can share in the excitement that God has put on my heart for this area of the world.
Not everyone can go, so help me go for you.
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