The Tunnel and House of Bread

Today we woke up in Jerusalem. The city was filled with activity as usual as people groups and world-views collide day after day. Those of the Muslim faith are celebrating Ramadan making access to the Temple Mount tenuous at best. Expecting rejection but praying for success, God granted our request and allowed us to ascend to the place where the 2nd Temple once stood. We could almost taste the tension between faiths as we learned the story of why such a situation exists. With modesty kits adorned, we walked the Temple Mount circling the Dome of the Rock. Without incident we left this passion-filled place and proceeded to the City of David. Located close to the Temple Mount, we witnessed archeology in action. Hezekiah’s Tunnel greeted us with refreshingly cool water for our feet and dangerously low rocks for our heads. After laying to rest claustrophobic nightmares and tending to a few minor head wounds, we thanked God we made it to the coveted pool at the end of the shaft. From there we journeyed through an ancient sewer-way at times capturing its distinctive smell.

Next on our journey was a trip to the place of Jesus’ birth, Bethlehem. Our path through the "House of Bread” began with worms as we climbed to the top of the palace of Herod. We learned more of this self-proclaimed messiah and his passion for himself. Herod the Great was certainly a master builder as well as a megalomaniac filled with deep paranoia. All his “greatness” came to rest at this palace-fortress in the Bethlehem hills. The True Bread, however, born of the humblest means, continues to live and give life to those who call on His name. Again we witnessed the stark contrast of light and dark, peace and anxiety, good and evil. Next was a visit to one of the oldest known churches still in existence, the Church of the Nativity. While beautiful, we learned of the sad story of a disunited church and were reminded of what takes place far too often at home.

Our final stop in Bethlehem included lunch and a visit to a friend. Brian graciously treated the group to ice cream following a tasty shawarma. After a full stomach, we journeyed to our one shopping adventure at Johnny’s. The olive wood artistry was amazing and many perused wondering what surprise to bring home. It made us miss home.

After fighting off persistent street vendors, we crossed back to the City of Peace and proceeded to an amazing view. One last faith lesson ended our day overlooking this city so steeped in the beautiful history of God’s gracious plan of redemption. We blessed God, prayed for those back home and anticipated a good meal and a cup of coffee before sleeping our second to last night in the city.

It is hard to believe that tomorrow is the last day of the trip. We’ve learned so much it is difficult to process. Each day has felt a week long. The group is well and continues to be in great spirits. We are ready to be home but wanting to grasp the final lessons God has for each of us. We love and miss you and look forward to being home soon.