As I write this, I’m thirty thousand feet over the Atlantic Ocean listening to Yossi Green’s 8th Note.
Who’s Yossi Green?
I have no idea.
If I were on the ground, I’d probably look him up. But I’m thirty thousand feet above the Atlantic Ocean. And you’re not.
So please tell me.
I travel with 33 companions to a land where the ONE made promises through his truth speakers, the country where our Elder Brother walked and talked among the common folk, and the city where the Unseen Presence fell upon a praying people and flamed them into action.
How do I feel about that?
For certain, the ONE has my full attention on this trip.
I spoke to my good friend Greg who has been to the Holy Land before. He warned me about Israeli customs.
“Don’t engage them in conversation. Just answer their questions.”
He paused. We both thought the same thing in that moment.
He smiled. “You’re in trouble.”
I nodded. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna get strip searched.”
I’ll post periodically as I travel through Israel, Palestine, and Jordan. I’ll let you know whether excitement or terror or another feeling altogether wins out each day.
Terror in the morning. Excitement during the day. And another feeling altogether when my head hits the pillow in the evening.
I arrived in Tel Aviv this evening. In Bethlehem, I read an email from my son saying, “Mom got sick and is in the hospital.” I write this as one worried husband dealing with jet lag while not knowing what happened back home. I’ll be informed by the morning Israel time (it’s almost ten in the evening now) and let ya’ll good people know what’s happening as well. I appreciate your prayers.