On the ground in Tel Aviv
This place is really here, and so are we. Wow.
Checking email at Hotel Palatin, Jerusalem
Walking the streets of Jerusalem
Being here for just a few short hours has reminded me what an incredible privilege it is to be born an English-speaker. I feel thoroughly humbled and at times almost guilty that through no choice or virtue of my own I know the most universal language on the planet. Other people must go through a lot of linguistic effort to be able to communicate with the same freedom that we English-speakers enjoy. I don't think it's a gift to be taken lightly.
Enjoying falafels, our first meal in Jerusalem
After a brisk walk around the immediate neighborhood, we returned to the hotel and took showers. Now the lights are out, Joseph is drifting off to sleep beside me, and there is a drunk (or demoniac) carrying on in the streets below. It's not hard to imagine this city as a place that would leave even God with his hands full - prostitutes and tax collectors in one, pious hypocrites in the other. Fortunately for the World, however, YHWH's hands are never full. They have holes in them.