Before leaving

Hi everyone. I'm back home in the US now, but I wanted to post a bit about my last day in Israel. I woke up with a bit of sadness about leaving. Sure I was glad to be able to see some people from back home, but I was still sad to leave. During the trip, I had made some good friends, survived being lost and found, learned my way around Jerusalem a bit, heard God's voice, felt His presence, and it all just felt like a beginning. Before leaving for Israel, someone had made a comment to me that once I arrived, I would be having the feeling of being home. In a lot of ways, that came to be true. In a dream a year before, I was told not to again as a tourist. So, during this trip, I went with the mentality of getting to belong in Israel. I went with the thought that I am grafted in with God's people and am an heir to the promises of God. I began looking for the city not built with hands.

So, during the last day, I took a long walk around the now familiar areas in Jerusalem. In my mind, I could hear a song (hear it here Aaronic Blessing) of blessing that became my prayer for the Jewish people. I wanted so much to tell them about Jesus, their Messiah. God gave me opportunity to share Him in various ways, and at times with words. I feel like their were moments where I chickened out but I'm glad for the chances I got and stepped forward on. Towards the end of the time in Jerusalem, one person whom I connected with was a greek woman. She was standing with a group of women (I guessed from their attire that they were greek) and I thought she had a really photogenic face. During my time, I focused a lot of attention on Jewish people, but forgot that people from all nations come to Israel. The Messiah is the light to all the world. So I wanted to show the face of Jew and Gentile in Israel. So, this greek woman stood out to me and I got to speak with her. At first she thought I wanted money but soon found out I wasn't selling anything. I found out it was her third trip to Israel and she loves it there. She let me take her picture, and we gave eachother the greek greeting "Kristos Anesti!", which means, "Christ is risen!" I found common ground with a fellow foreigner.