Saturday, November 13, 2010

If you take a picture in the woods?

If you take a picture in a church, does that mean you've been there?  
It was very different today, we were able to harvest olives on the Mt of Olives, and then in the afternoon we visited the area of the garden of Getsemene.  The Church of the Nations was amazing.  It is filled with beautiful art, throughout the art is communicating the struggle of Jesus in the garden before he was arrested and crucified.  In this place there was a priest actively helping the place remain sacred, some place different.  A place for refection in quiet, a place for paryer.

So I sat in the front pew again, and prayed.  It is a good place for this.  But after a time I began to watch the stream of people coming forward, snapping a picture and heading out.  How often do I do this?  I'm snapping pictures instead of taking in the moment.  Armed with renewable "film" we are march out with digital cameras with which we can record everything in our lives.  Every party, trip, event, and the beauty around us as well.  We keep them forever on our hard drives, put them in scrapbooks, we have our lives well documented - but at times do we miss what is happening because we have an LCD screen hovering 10" infront of our faces?   I know I missed so much of what the archetects and artists were communicating about Jesus in my brief time there, how much more would have been missed if the only goal was a digital record of being present.  And then there is the spiritual connection with God - the real reason the structure is there - which doesn't happen when we are in click and leave mode.

I'm so thankful for this trip, and the pace we are on.  We see alot, but clearly not everything.  But we are having the opportunity to experience more!  Experience vs. See - there is a big difference.  A digital image proves we saw something, but not that we experienced it.

Speaking of experience, I need to go to bed.  We are heading out the door at 5:30am Sunday morning for a devotional time on the Via Delorosa.

Good Night





Picking Olives

Wall of hostility

For Christ himself has brought peace to us. He united Jews and Gentiles into one people when, in his own body on the cross, he broke down the wall of hostility that separated us. (Ephesians 2:14)


The wall that divides here in IsraelPalestine is real – what can break it down?

Friday, November 12, 2010

Jesus came for this?

He came for such as these. I am sitting in the front row of the Church of the Nativity, not the one from 1500 years ago which is packed with hundreds of people waiting to get down in to the grotto where tradition places the birth of Jesus – but the newer one (built some time in the last 1000 years) which is connected by a small courtyard.

While yesterday I spoke favorably of all the people from all the places – today it has robbed this place of what it was created to be. For some it is a place of worship, but for many it feels like it might be a check on their holy “bucket list.” Snapping pictures, waiting in two hour long lines to see the “right” place, challenging priests for entrance, stepping past chains and ropes, invading, infesting, I cannot capture how wrong this feels – as the dull roar raises as the tourists circle, a priest reminds them to quiet – a priest interacts with me pleasantly as I contemplatively type – Lord, grant the priests pastors' hearts because the sheep are very restless.

However, Jesus came for such as these, for such as me. They are gathering insights, information, but they are not pausing to connect with the one who came to this town. Bethlehem. They may be forgetting the heart of the message which Jesus delivered, but still he came. They may be judging me for using a computer in church, and I am judging them, but still he came for us. Jesus came not to judge the world, but to save it.

As I'm stepped over, interrupted, misunderstood, hmmm.... It is striking to me that if I sat here with my head bowed (doing the right church thing) no one would interrupt me, but a laptop, using it to focus my thoughts and share with God – I'm fair game. How often do we judge the means others use to connect with God? Lord forgive me. But also if you want me to turn over the tour guides tables and clear the sanctuary let know... it feels like this place could use a good cleansing. Jesus said, “My house shall be a house of prayer for all nations.”

Bethlehem is nuts! There is an entire parking garage for tour buses – and it was busy. There are people hawking postcards and flutes – the crowds are in full force, and all I can say is, “take me back to Galilee. Let me walk along the shore and hear some teachings on a hill” But the mess, pain and joy of birth are necessary – as are the times in places we might not want to be. Tomorrow will be different as we spend the morning picking olives on the Mount of Olives – garden time where Jesus also found retreat.

Today we also visited Herodion – WOW – this was Herod's fort and palace between Jerusalem and Bethlehem. It was HUGE – He built a mountain, then built a massive stone structure. It was 150 ft across, had two levels below ground, and 5 above, with a tower even higher. It was power and luxury (massive swimming pool, gardens, etc) – Herod the King lived like a king – and in it's shadow (almost literally) the King of king was born in Bethlehem. I'm learning a great deal about Herod the Great.

13 yr old girl in Palestinian Refugee Camp
From there we went to a refugee camp near Bethlehem – but people have been refugees here since 1948 when they were driven from their homes to make a place for the arriving Jews. We heard from a well spoken Arab man who lives here, and shared of his struggle and hopes. This was not a refugee camp as in tents (though it did start that way), but it is a ghetto with limited potential. From there we went to the other extreme of a Jewish settlement. Not the Jewish “settlers” of the news who are breaking ground – but rather suburbia with nice houses, playgrounds, sidewalks and a nice synagogue where we talked with a housewife who moved into the settlement 10 years ago, and a rabbi. An amazingly different interpretation of the history over the past 65 years, and view of the current events. It is not simple....

To end the night I wandered the emptying narrow stone streets of the Old City – an labyrinth, actually more of a maze, I was glad when I found my way out of one of the huge old gates and back to our hotel.

Good Night!

Heading to Bethlehem

But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah, are only a small village among all the people of Judah. Yet a ruler of Israel will come from you, one whose origins are from the distant past.
Micah 5:2 (NLT)

Thursday, November 11, 2010

From Calm to Chaos...

Today has been great, but I'm not feeling like there is much to say. Probably it will look differently to you once I get going and there is another page of text to read through...

We left the calm of Galilee and entered the chaos of Jerusalem – and had some fun along the way. It was so wonderful to say on top of the mount of Beatitudes, The peace of the gardens, the undeveloped beauty of the Sea of Galilee, and now we are in the city – and I mean really in the city. Our room overlooks the bus station for buses heading south, out the front door of the hotel is the wall of the “Old City” of Jerusalem, and the hotel is on a street that is lined with shops more reminiscent of Bolivia than Lark Street (and definitely not any strip mall in the USA). However, before we leave Galilee I want to share one more thought.

We were in the small geographical area where Jesus lived, taught, hung out with friends, worked and became a man. Even once he began his ministry, this area of a few miles in radius was where he could be found most of the time. He was from a rural area on a major thoroughfare. He occasionally was surrounded by crowds, but primarily he focused on 12. After his death, and even after his resurrection there were not that many followers of his “new teachings.” Maybe there were 120 to 200 total. All of them were Jews, from Israel.

But as we went to where he lived in Caperaum, where he taught crowds and called followers just down the shore, visited his mothers town, etc... we were not alone. Far from it! Some of these sites witness a constant flow of tour buses. Each bus can hold aprox 50 people – each bus holding more than 4 times the number of his disciples! Parking lots typically had 5 to 10 buses in them – think about it, at any given moment, on any given day, at any given major site from his life there were more people than the total number of people who followed Jesus before Pentecost (when the Holy Spirit really got things going!). Talk about incredible multiplication. But Wait – There's More!

Jesus was a Jew from Galilee – but that's not who is one these tour buses. They are Gentiles – people who now follow this Jewish man who are not Jewish. They ain't from around these here parts. In fact every group that goes by seems to be speaking a different language. I could recognize the French of the groups from France, and the Italian from Italy, but then things got more challenging, Where were the various Spanish speaking groups from – well one guide said, “Guatemalans this way” (in Spanish), and I'm pretty sure the Asian group was speaking Japanese, but then I can't tell the difference between Polish, Russian and other languages from those parts – but they are here too! Oh, not all the English speaking groups have an American accent, and even the Americans vary in race. Who am I forgetting – I'm pretty sure those were Indians at the Chuch of the Annunciations in Nazareth, and there was the tour bus with the flag of Brazil in the front window identifying the tour group....I missed the Portuguese, but I'm sure if I had listened hard enough I could have found it at the site. Do you get what I'm saying? This is amazing! Once we visit Bethlehem tomorrow I will have been everywhere that Jesus visited with the exception of his toddler years in Egypt – and yet now he has devoted followers from all over the world – literally!

I don't think it is because we was so smart or cleaver. He didn't figure out something amazing – it is because of who Jesus is – Emmanuel (which means God with us), and because of God's power working through the church. Yes, the church isn't perfect, but it is how God has chosen to reach the world, transform the world, and offer you something better through His son Jesus. WOW!

Sites of Interest – Qumron & Dead Sea.
Above the Dead Sea - by Qumron
Qumron is the site of a separatist religious sect which lived away from Jerusalem by the Dead Sea – they put copies of the Jewish scriptures, and other writing from the times in clay jars up in caves in the cliffs along the lake. These were discovered by a shepherd boy in the 1940's and are the most significant spiritual find this century. We saw the site, and then hiked up to the top of the cliffs for an amazing view (and a good desert hike). Yep, it is drier and more desert like here than up north where we have been. (as we traveled down following the course of the Jordan the topography definitely changed).


Then after lunch it was time for a float in the Dead Sea. I am now way long on this entry (I was right in my opening) but briefly, this experience was more unique than I was expecting. For example, I was completely vertical in the water (it got deep quickly at one point). I'm not moving my arms, my legs are straight down and motionless, and my shoulders are out of the water! All the salt and minerals in the water increase the buoyancy that much! It was really a strange feeling – as was the clay mud which is on the bottom which you dig up, and use as a rub/mask. My skin is nice and smooth now. It was fun and different – but the water is NASTY. You don't drink it, and you don't even want it on your lips – this is not ocean salt water, it is every mineral available water. They don't let you put your head under water (and you don't have any temptation to try) but at the same time it is really nice on the skin...

Why “Dead Sea” because all the water flows into it – but there is not outlet. Nothing lives in the water. Remember, if all you do it take, and never give – it makes you NASTY. After showers we were off to ascend from the lowest place on the planet to Jerusalem – the holy (and conflicted) city.

More about here later – we are staying here for 7 nights.

Good Night – Thank you Veterans.

Jerusalem


Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A different type of carpenter

What does a carpenter work with in a land of rocks? The Bible says that Joseph, step-dad of Jesus, was a carpenter. What picture does that put in your head? For me, it is that of a woodworker. Not with power tools, I know better than that, but my picture is that of colonial America tools, and nice big chunks of wood. But today that image was challenged.
Jesus the carpenter's son?


We spent a good amount of time today in Nazareth – the home town of Mary, and where Jesus grew up after being a refuge in Egypt. It is now a booming city of close to 100,000 people. The streets are filled with stores, people and cars, up and down the inclined streets in this town upon a hill. There are also two churches commemorating Mary receiving the shocking news of an unexplainable pregnancy from an angel of the Lord. (Orthodox church puts it at the well, Roman at Mary's family house) We visited both locations, saw amazing artwork to the glory of God, and had time to poke around these places on our own.

the well/spring under the Orthodox church



We then went 3 miles away to Zippora – an ancient city discovered over the past century – a city of mosaics. I'm told it is home to some of the most impressive mosaic work in the country. Every floor seemed to be covered (and I'm convinced that one large structure must have been the mosaic showroom for the entire region), and it served as a vivid reminder that the primary building material in this area is stone (now, concrete, but masonry all the same). It also showed the interactions of cultures even 1500 to 2000 years ago, as floors had mosaic of Greek mythology, parties by the Nile, astrology, Christianity and Judaism. From what I learned my thinking during my online shopping may ever be changed. Do you know what Amazon means??? But I digress...

Joseph was a handyman, a builder, a “carpenter” - he probably worked with stone! Yes, there is some lumber in this area, but it isn't and hasn't been, the primary building supply. I'm still working at getting rid of that picture of Jesus watching his dad shaping wood with a chisel – he was more likely to have been chiseling away at a block of quarried stone. Does this make any difference? Practically? No. But it is a reminder of how easily we can interpret words of the Bible based upon the reference points we know. It is great to be here and get some new reference points – closer to the world where Jesus walked.

Today we also visited the Jordan, this time part of the river just before it flows into the Sea of Galilee (it then flows out and down to the Dead Sea – being diverted off all the way along for various uses). We were able to get a bit of a picture of what the Israelites crossed heading into the promised land with Joshua. Although at that time it was spring, and it was overflowing its banks. It ain't no Mississippi, but not something a migrant nation of men, women and children could cross. But God had them carry the Ark, putting their feet into the swollen, rushing river – and then the waters stopped upstream, and emptied out downstream. But only when they stepped forward in faith. Sometimes we act stuck, when God is saying, go forward!

We then hiked further to a clean running tributary, and remembered our baptisms. In our baptisms, there is an outward sign of the spiritual reality that Jesus will never leave you or let go of you.

In all of this there was walking, riding on the bus, and lunch (pitas with turkey and lamb – schwarma) – photos, hearing the Bible, and time in prayer. It was a good day, and tomorrow we head south – in Jerusalem by evening.

Good Night


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Tuesday Photos

Breakfast is at 6:30 in the old building of the Mount of Beatitudes Guest House
















Marlin teaches constantly, this is a picture of our typical classroom...











Gamla

















The caper is the first plant to rise from the ashes. The Jewish teaching is, as the caper is to plants, so is Israel to the nations
Breech in the wall at Gamla

Synagogue
Lunch
And now I need to run to breakfast!