This February, I had the most amazing trip of a lifetime to Israel.
It’s virtually impossible to put into words how awesome the experience was … can you imagine visiting places such as the Western Wall, Jerusalem, Galilee, Joppa and Caesarea?
As you can see from the photo, we had the privilege of seeing Jerusalem in the snow – walking through a silent and almost-deserted Holy City.
The memories which stick with me include:-
- the sound of thunder during the night, as a storm came over, and it felt as if God himself was speaking
- seeing Galilee for the first time and being overwhelmed with being somewhere that Jesus had walked
- cycling around Lake Galilee, from Tiberias to the River Jordan at the south, then up to Capernaum, where Jesus lived
- standing by the shoreline of Galilee, where Jesus walked on water
- sharing time with people of all nationalities on their own spiritual journeys
- visiting the old port of Joppa, where Jonah set sail and Peter stayed
- climbing a mountain where Joshua was rumoured to have fought a battle
- the view from Mount Carmel, where Elijah defeated the prophets of Baal
- walking around the ruins of Caesarea, where Paul was imprisoned for two years
Almost everywhere you travel in Israel, you’re close to some setting for a Bible story, either in the New or the Old Testament.
Most moving of all - walking along the Via Dolorosa, retracing the steps of Jesus, as he carried the cross to Golgotha …
… picturing him with the disciples in the Upper Room, at the mount of Olives as the soldiers came, being questioned and beaten. Imagining the walk, the crowd who, only the week before, had been welcoming into the City, now turned wild and angry with hatred. Then the cross, the painful hours, then death. All suddenly very close, incredibly real.
It’s been nearly three months since my trip, but I only now feel able to share my journey. It has been such a holy thing, so sacred and precious, that it’s been impossible to communicate until now.