I walked where He walked. I swam where He swam. I rode a boat where He walked on water. I sat in the street where He was flogged. I read His prayers in the Garden where He prayed them. I was baptized where He was baptized. I stood on the Mount where He where He ascended and where He will return. I went into the tomb where He ascended.
The sun shined, it rained, it snowed. There were mountains, lush lands, desert hills, the terrain was indicative of great Craftsmanship.
I wept over the lost. I heard the call to prayer for the Muslims go off 5 times a day in Jerusalem and it broke my heart. I saw the reality of the Western Wall. I ate with Orthodox Jews. I saw the lost, but yet the beauty in this country.
It’s easy to see how this is the Holy Land. It’s easy to see why God chose this land. How sweet it is to have seen this place. The Bible has come alive. The land is lost, but the Lord is still sovereign. He will return. Scripture is alive, the Lord is alive and active. I have just now had time to reflect on this since I have left the land of the Lord. My heart is beginning to come alive like never before because of seeing this land. The revelation is only beginning.
“Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one” Deuteronomy 6:4
