September 29, 2002

(5:27pm Jordan)

We’re on the bus that will take us to Israel. Our guide’s name is Emad. He taught us two Arabic words:

shukran=thank you

(5:03 pm—1:03am Israel time)

Well, I’m finally in Ha’Aretz! I’ve been here since about 8:45 last night. It took us about 4 hours to go from Ammon and through both Jordanian and Israeli customs and get across the Israeli border. Everyone in our group was searched at the Israeli border (with the exception of Tom). The woman going through my bags came across my fold-up keyboard and was impressed. She had to show it around. Everyone in my group seemed put out by the security measures, but I really didn’t have a problem with it. I know they are dealing with some high-security issues and can’t take any changes. It actually helped me to work on my Hebrew a little.

Anyway, once we safely arrived at our hotel, we were immediately taken to the dining room for a WONDERFUL (did I say WONDERFUL?) buffet meal with all kinds of middle-eastern treats. I thought I had actually gone to heaven already.

After dinner (about 9:30 local time) Dale & I walked into Tiberious (about 45-60 minutes one-way). We went to The Galilee Experience, which was actually closed, but opened for us. It is possibly the largest Messianic bookstore in Israel. We got to look around and purchase some things that I couldn’t get anywhere else. We walked back, and my feet are ACHING big time. I was wearing new shoes, and they don’t have the arch support I’m used to having.

Well, just wanted to log a little time as to what went on today. I’m sure I’ll write tomorrow. Shalom!

September 28, 2002

Depending on who you believe (the pilot or the stewardess), I am currently flying at an altitude of between 28,000 & 33,000 feet. It’s amazing how perspective affects one’s relationship to your surroundings. As I’m flying high above the clouds, I am beginning to realize how my perspective & God’s can be vastly different on the same subject. The distances that seemed so far when I viewed them from the ground, now seem ever so small. I can almost squeeze them between my fingers. The buildings that seemed to tower above the ground, now appear to hug it tightly. The mighty rivers and lakes are but broad strokes of a painter’s brush.

I am beginning to see that while something may seem huge and impossible from my perspective, it is nothing from God’s.

I also see the “bigger” picture of things from this perspective. While I can only see one facet of a forest or field, or subdivision from the ground, from the air I can see a beauty that is altogether absent from the ground. Lines, curves, colors, textures, shapes, order, symmetry, asymmetry all emerge with new beauty. This “higher” perspective is definitely more appealing than that to which I have grown accustom.

I have also become aware of my limited scope of vision by way of distance as well. Although I may not be able to see further than a few miles horizontally from the ground, I can see many more from above. And the abrupt horizon that is seen from below is only a blur from above.

If only the prophets could have seen what I see now. Surely the Psalmist was correct when he said that יהוה “rides on the clouds.”