Where all things find their rest, in spite of the reality of the struggle. Where walls speak, sounds declare, smells entice, colors allure, and stories radiate in ripples throughout time, all colliding into this moment.
Call it what you may. Welcome to the Holy Land.
A year ago at this time, I was in flight about to go on the adventure of a lifetime. Here and now, begins the tale of Christ and the evidence of His touch in a land with such rich history, seen through the eyes of an Arab former Muslim, now Jesus following believer.
With eager anticipation, nothing could’ve prepared me for what God would do in my world. I was desperately in need of revival. I was daringly asking for healing, especially from past hurts concerning my homeland, the Middle East. I entered in asking for humility, for new eyes to see, for breakthrough and He delivered more than I could’ve anticipated.
I was boldly requesting rebirth and new life, as a phoenix arises from the ashes, death to old ways to thinking and wrong ways to action.
You might look at this and think that this was a lot to ask for, but what better place to encounter Jesus with FAITH than along the streets of His homeland, the shores of His preaching, the alleyways of His healing, the place of His crucifixion, and the fullness of His resurrection.
So come along on this journey. Enter into the place where you will see His word come to life unlike before. It is truly HOLY GROUND.
No, it was not a lot for you to ask. And that Jesus met you beyond your expectations is exciting to me. And testimony to how well you listen to the Spirit.