|Our leader, Tim Rampey, speaks to us at the southwest corner of the Jerusalem wall. Look at the how large the stones are; they likely go back to the days of Solomon.|
For my final post from my trip to Israel, I’d like to share some of the most meaningful things I learned. Here are some of the most significant insights I gained from my trip to the Holy Land.
It’s good to be a fish out of water. Although most people we met in Israel spoke at least some English, we were constantly reminded we were a long way from home. Most signs were in Hebrew and Arabic only. The food was different; there was broiled fish on our breakfast buffet at the hotel in Tiberias, and we ate a lot of Shwarma and Falafel (fortunately, it was quite tasty), and every morning for breakfast in Jersualem, we had hot bread that looked like a huge, oval-shaped bagel covered in sesame seeds. Drivers in Israel are much more aggressive than here in the states—even in Houston. People smoke much more in the Middle East. And it seems like things in Israel function on their own schedule. Mt Arbel, the cemetery where Oskar Schindler was buried, and several other locations were closed even though the posted sign said they would be open. Here in America, my life is structured around convenience and predictability. It was good to have my routine shaken up.
|The cemetery where Oskar Schindler is buried. The sign said it was open until 5:00. I went at 4:00...it was locked, without explanation.|
|This is the bread we had for breakfast every morning. It tastes great with Nutella (but then, what doesn't?)|
Israel is different than I pictured it. I always pictured Israel as a desert. I never understood why God told the Israelites it was a land of milk and honey, since biblical movies always make it look like West Texas (no offense, West Texans). And that is indeed what it looks like around the Dead Sea. Jerusalem and its surroundings aren’t all that beautiful, either. But when we got to Galilee…wow! The countryside turned lush and beautiful. Israel is full of hills and rocks all around. But in Galilee, those hills are covered in green grass and fields of abundant crops. In the marketplaces in Jerusalem, we saw every kind of fruit and vegetable I could imagine. They all grow in Galilee. In fact, in biblical times, produce from Galilee was banned from Jerusalem, to keep pilgrims from coming to the Holy City for the wrong reason! This is still the land of milk and honey.
|I thought Israel was all like this (taken in the Negev, near the Dead Sea)...|
|...I was surprised to see much of it (especially Galilee) looking like this shot along the Jordan River.|
|I asked my new friend Ben Brandon to stand in front of this merchant's table in Jerusalem so that we could see how huge those cabbages were. The perspective is a bit off; take my word for it: They were bigger than my head.|
|The main source of the Jordan, in Dan. These are melted snows from Mt Hermon mixed with water from a spring.|
Peace in Israel will require an act of God. In a previous post, I mentioned the disparity we saw on our trip to Bethlehem. But our most tense moment came on a visit to the Temple Mount. There hasn’t been a Jewish temple in nearly 2000 years. Orthodox Jews believe that when the Temple is rebuilt, the Messiah will come. Some radical Orthodox Jews want to blow up The Dome of the Rock, a mosque which sits on the Temple Mount, where Muslims believe Muhammed ascended to Heaven. In 2000, Ariel Sharon and a group of Jews came to the Temple Mount to assert Jewish ownership of that site, a move that sparked a bloody five-year uprising known as the Second Intifada. Suffice to say, when we visited the Temple Mount, we were visiting a contentious spot. As we stood that day between the Al-Aqsa mosque and the Dome of the Rock, Tim was talking to us about where the Temple had once stood. Suddenly, a Palestinian man approached us, yelling, “NO TEMPLE HERE! NO TEMPLE HERE! IS MOSQUE! ALWAYS WILL BE MOSQUE!” Tim wisely said nothing, and we simply walked away. For us to even mention the Temple in that spot was offensive to this man. It illustrated for me a key fact: Yes, we should pray for peace in Jerusalem and throughout the Middle East. Yes, we should support any efforts by world leaders to facilitate this. But peace, when it comes, won’t come about through shrewd diplomacy. No treaty can change the anger and distrust that exists here. It will take a miracle.
|The Dome of the Rock on the Temple Mount. Just after I snapped this picture, a man angrily confronted us.|
Jesus faced entrenched legalism. I knew this before. But seeing Orthodox Judaism up close brought it home to me in a new way. One day, we visited Mea Shearim, a Hasidic neighborhood just outside the walls of the Old City. Here, the men all have beards and long side curls. They wear hats and black suits with the tassels of their prayer shawls hanging out from underneath. The women all wear head coverings as well. They don’t read newspapers or watch television. On the Sabbath, they don’t even use electricity. Cars that travel through Mea Shearim on the Sabbath have been pelted with rocks. We met and spoke with Eli, an Orthodox Jew raised in Brooklyn who has moved to Mea Shearim to study the Talmud full time. Eli was friendly and engaging, but I was struck by something He said. When asked about Reformed Jews, he smirked and said, “They don’t follow the Talmud. They aren’t any better than Christians.” Eli frankly admitted that his dream was to marry a woman from a wealthy family, so that he could study all day and not work. Although Orthodox Jews are a minority in Israel, their influence is seen everywhere. We saw the curious two-handled pitchers in many bathrooms, enabling the Orthodox to wash their hands in a way consistent with Talmudic teaching. Most businesses close on Friday at sundown, the beginning of Shabbat (Sabbath). When we went down to the Western Wall at the start of Shabbat, we saw Orthodox Jews singing, dancing, swaying back and forth as they prayed (a practice known as shuckling), it was hard not to admire their sincerity and devotion. The Scribes and Pharisees of Jesus’ day had much in common with the Orthodox Jews of today. They too were devout students of the Torah and the oral traditions of the rabbis (which ultimately were written down in what is known today as the Talmud). They too were disciplined in observing minute distinctions of the law, including the clothing they wore. They too saw themselves as the “true” Israel. In fact, Eli’s disdainful statement about Reformed Jews sounds much like what Pharisees would have said about the Sadducees of old. When these people saw Jesus, who mocked the traditions of their rabbis, ate with sinners, and claimed to be the Son of God, it’s no wonder they wanted Him dead. It took incredible courage for Jesus to confront them. I also thought about how so many of those oral traditions emerged from good intentions; the rabbis wanted to increase their people’s love for God and resistance to sin. But what starts as a wise moral boundary quickly becomes a source of pride and exclusion. Grace is the only answer; only when we continually acknowledge that we are sinners in need of grace can we avoid the snare of legalistic, superficial, self-righteous religion.
|Orthodox Jews praying at the Western Wall. Since this is the only part of the Temple still standing, many Jews consider this the holiest place on Earth.|
|A two-handled pitcher in a bathroom near the Western Wall. Orthodox Jews use these for hand-washing. They carefully wash each hand in accordance with the rabbinic teachings of the Talmud.|
Jesus’ hometown hurt His credibility. When Philip invited Nathaniel to come and see the Nazarene teacher who might be the Messiah, Nathaniel responded, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” When Peter was denying that he knew Jesus, it was his Galilean accent that gave him away. I always assumed that Galilee was looked down upon simply because it was unsophisticated and backward. I thought Nazareth was disrespected for being small and unremarkable; after all, it’s not even mentioned in the Old Testament. But on this trip, I learned that there is more to it. Galilee was seen as unspiritual, not just backward. As I said earlier, Galilee was the most lush part of the country. It was easier living in Galilee than in Judea, where the farming was more difficult. However, Judea was the region of Jerusalem, where the Temple was. So in the logic of the Jews, the more spiritual people were willing to pay the price to live in Judea, so that they could be near the Temple. Those Galileans obviously loved their pocketbooks more than they loved God, or so went the conventional wisdom. Yet Jesus not only hailed from Galilee; He spent most of His ministry there. So in addition to being poor, untrained, and a friend of the morally compromised, He was also from the region known for its lack of spiritual devotion. I think it’s obvious God loves an underdog, since when He became a man, He made Himself the biggest underdog of all.
|Driving into Nazareth, Jesus' hometown.|
God loves worship that is sincere. As you can probably tell if you’ve read my other posts, I greatly prefer the sites in Israel that show us how things were in biblical times, as opposed to the sites of great ecclesiastical significance. I’d rather tour ruins than a basilica. I prefer the Garden Tomb in its simplicity over the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in all its ornate glory. At the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, we watched as pilgrims knelt at the anointing stone, purported to be the very rock slab that Jesus’ body was prepared on. Some brought scarves, crosses, or pieces of paper which they rubbed on the stone as they prayed. I wanted to tell them, “That’s almost certainly NOT the stone Christ laid on. Don’t you know how many religious artifacts were conjured up during the Middle Ages to take advantage of the gullibility of superstitious people? And even if it was legitimate, nowhere in Scripture does it say there is any spiritual power in something like that. Why not pray directly to God?” But our leader, Tim, said something I found very insightful. He said, “When I see someone who has come to Israel from a distant country at great expense, and I see them there at the Stone of the Anointing, and it’s obvious they are very poor, part of me wants to correct what I see as their faulty theology. But then I realize that they came here out of love for Christ and faith in His power. When Jesus ate at the house of a Pharisee, and a woman with a bad reputation came in and anointed Him, He told the Pharisee that it was her love for Him that pleased the Lord, whereas the Pharisee’s doctrinal and moral correctness came up short. These pilgrims love God, and that’s what matters most.” It was a humbling insight.
|The ruins of Beth-Shan, as seen from the top of the Tel. This is my kind of site.|
|Pilgrims at the stone of anointing in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.|
The fellowship between believers is a wonderful thing. When I came on this trip, I didn’t know a single person in my group. I wasn’t worried about that; I’ve always found it fairly easy to meet people and make friends. But I didn’t expect to enjoy my travel mates as much as I did. In ten short days, I grew awfully fond of these people. They were from different ages and walks of life. We had teenagers and grandparents, married couples and single adults. We had a restaurant owner, a college professor, people who worked in an inner-city ministry, a doctor, and a former law enforcement officer. We even had a young woman who was six months pregnant. I miss them already. I don’t mean to imply that Christians are more likable than non-believers. I have had and continue to have deep and satisfying friendship with people who don’t share my faith in Christ. But there is something special about the bond between Christ-followers. It makes me excited about what Heaven will be like!