Tuesday, June 29, 2010
May 26th (give or take): Plants and animals in Israel
Sunday, June 27, 2010
May 25th: Climb every mountain
Sunday, June 20, 2010
May 22nd: The conquest
If all that is hard enough to fathom, then think what it would be like if an entire nation of about two million people had to make such a journey. It would be pretty amazing, wouldn’t it? Well, this is exactly how the Bible describes the beginning of the Israelite conquest of the Promised Land during the time of Joshua. After the death of Moses, Joshua led the nation across the Jordan River and proceeded to attack and conquer the nearby city of Jericho . . . well, he had the Israelites march around the city seven times--you remember the story. The next target of the Israelites was the city of Ai, which was several miles inland. Ai was also about a 4,000 foot climb from Jericho, up very rugged, rocky mountains.
You might recall that the Israelites were initially unsuccessful in taking the city of Ai. Their warriors were chased out of the city, and many were killed on the jagged rocks during their hurried descent. But eventually the Israelites took the city, and over time the Israelites made the climb and occupied Ai and other conquered cities. How many Israelites were there at the time? Well, the book of Numbers records that prior to the conquest, there was around 600,000 men in Israel. Most scholars reckon that there were about two million Israelites when one accounts for women and children as well.
After touring Jericho, we took a bus ride up the 4,000 foot mountains to an observation post close to the biblical city of Ai. The fourth photo is me at the observation post. In the background are the rock-laden mountains leading back toward Jericho.
The second thought I had was how difficult it must have been to get two million people, give or take, with all of their livestock and other belongings, up the 4,000 foot climb. The logistics and plan of movement would have to have been quite elaborate. And it must have taken a long time. I can understand why it would have taken not only years, but generations, for the Israelites to occupy the Promised Land.
One last thought. When I looked out to the west from Jericho to the great swath of high, dry mountains, I thought, “I can see how the Israelites might have been very discouraged after entering the Promised Land to see the awesome task before them.” But then I remembered that God had given them enough information about the land to allow them to walk in faith. Specifically, Moses had previously sent spies into the land, and two faithful spies—Joshua and Caleb—had returned to tell not only of the “milk and honey” that flowed there, but that with God’s help, they could surely conquer the land.
Our study of the path of the conquest took about half the day, so in the afternoon we visited three or four other biblical sites. But the Jericho-to-Ai portion of the field trip once again reminded me of the saying that kept coming up over and over on this trip: The Bible brings the land to life, and the land brings the Bible to life.
Friday, June 18, 2010
May 21st: And you thought Baptists and Methodists were so different
Such competing claims leave the historian and biblical scholar with the task of sorting out which claim is most valid. The task is somewhat similar to that of a military intelligence specialist or a television meteorologist. That is, one has to make assessments based on a combination of known data and educated conjecture. In the case of assessing the validity of historical sites in Israel, our professor used the rough categories of “certain,” “probable,” “possible,” and “ridiculous.”
I took the photos that you see on May 21st during our trip to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. The first is the outside of the church. The second is the area (protected by glass) of the location of the foot of the cross. The third and fourth photos are upstairs from there, and mark the location of the top of the cross.
The thing that amazes me about Psalm 22 is that it was written about a thousand years before Jesus was born, yet the first verse is not the only glimpse (prophecy) of things to come. Consider briefly the following verses from Psalm 22:
“All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads: "He trusts in the Lord; let the Lord rescue him.” (vv. 7-8a)
“I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.” (vv. 14-15)
“They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.” (v. 18)
These are just a few examples, but if you read Psalm 22 in its entirety, you will see the depiction of a man who suffers rejection, pain, and death, but is rescued by God and subsequently causes the nations to turn to the Lord. Sounds a lot like the gospel, doesn’t it? This has long been a very meaningful chapter of Scripture for me, and it was an incredible honor and privilege to be able to read these weighty words aloud in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
May 20th: The Garden
The Garden of Gethsemane is located just to the east of the Jerusalem wall, meaning that in Jesus’ day, it was outside of the city. It sits near the base of the Mount of Olives, which is separated from Jerusalem by the Kidron Valley. (Incidentally, learning about places like the Kidron Valley was very informative to me, since I had read the name many times in the Bible, yet never really had a good feel for where it is.)
While at the Garden of Gethsemane, our group found a corner of the quiet, serene side to read some Scripture and ponder what Jesus was going through on that fateful night. It was at this point that something struck me—something I never would have noticed unless I was standing right there. Take a good look again at the second picture above. In the background you can see a wall. That wall is the east wall of the Jerusalem Temple, and just behind that wall was the Holy of Holies. The irony hit me like a ton of bricks. Here you had Jesus—God in the flesh—already enduring agony and rejection in the Garden of Gethsemane, within clear sight of the place where God Himself made His dwelling (the Holy of Holies of the Temple). I can only imagine that the psychological effect of this only added to the suffering that our Savior was enduring in those moments. I imagine that the psychological suffering is similar to that of an Alcatraz prisoner, holed up and hopeless on a bay island, with the vibrant life of San Francisco in full view every day.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
May 18th: The tunnel
Since I have been home from Israel, a friend asked me, “I know it must be hard, but, what is the one thing that you liked the best in Israel?” I responded that I had actually already given that question some thought, and I had come to the conclusion that I was finding it difficult to decide what my favorite thing was on each day, let alone for the whole trip. It was all so fascinating, so awe-inspiring. Nevertheless, on May 18th, I think I would have to go with Hezekiah’s tunnel.
In about 701 B.C., the Assyrians were about to overrun the country of Judah (the Jewish nation whose kings were in the direct line of descent from David and Solomon). As the Assyrians were poised to besiege the capital city of Jerusalem, King Hezekiah of Judah got his men to work on a vitally important project. You see, the water supply for the inhabitants of Jerusalem was located outside of the city wall, and was thus vulnerable to seizure by the Assyrian army. Hezekiah had his men build an underground tunnel that would allow the water to flow into the city. That way, the residents of Jerusalem could use the water, and access to it would be denied to the invading Assyrians.
This tunnel is mentioned in 2 Kings 20:20, which says, “As for the other events of Hezekiah's reign, all his achievements and how he made the pool and the tunnel by which he brought water into the city, are they not written in the book of the annals of the kings of Judah?” In addition, an inscription was discovered in the tunnel during the nineteenth century (known as the Shiloah inscription), around the time when several excavations were going on in the vicinity. The inscription describes the work that was done by Hezekiah’s men, and it is considered a very valuable archaeological find because it is an excellent example of the type of Hebrew used in those days.
As part of our itinerary, we had the opportunity to traverse Hezekiah’s tunnel. After strenuous, and I mean strenuous, warnings that those who are claustrophobic should not enter, we proceeded down a series of steps, ending about a few hundred feet underground. Then it was into the tunnel. The tunnel was about one thousand yards long, and only a few feet wide. As you can see by the photo of myself above, my shoulders and backpack were scraping the sides of the tunnel the whole way. In fact, there were a few brief portions where I had to turn my body sideways to squeeze through. The height of the tunnel ranged from ten feet down to about four or five feet for stretches, so I did a lot of squatting and crouching. Oh, and I almost forgot . . . there is still water running through the tunnel. For the most part, the water was about ankle high, but there was a brief stretch where it was knee deep (see photo below where person is walking in front of me in the distance).
It took thirty-five minutes to make it through the entire tunnel. At the end was the site where the inscription was found. As is the case with most important inscriptions found in Israel, the original is now in a museum (a replica is at the site). The below photo was at the place where the inscription was found. The tunnel is too narrow to get a frontal photo, so as you can see, I had to take the shot from an angle.

After traversing the tunnel, I was more tired than I expected, yet I had a feeling of indescribable satisfaction. It was hard work to make it through the tunnel. I had worked up a sweat, yet also felt somewhat cool from wading in water. But most of all I was just awestruck. Here I was, on the other side of the world from my home, and worlds away from my desk job, having completed an incredible journey through a 2700-year old tunnel that is mentioned in God’s Word. I couldn’t believe that I was lucky enough to get to do this. The entire biblical account of the Assyrian invasion of Judah and Hezekiah’s defense had come alive to me in a way I never dreamed possible.
This tunnel is mentioned in 2 Kings 20:20, which says, “As for the other events of Hezekiah's reign, all his achievements and how he made the pool and the tunnel by which he brought water into the city, are they not written in the book of the annals of the kings of Judah?” In addition, an inscription was discovered in the tunnel during the nineteenth century (known as the Shiloah inscription), around the time when several excavations were going on in the vicinity. The inscription describes the work that was done by Hezekiah’s men, and it is considered a very valuable archaeological find because it is an excellent example of the type of Hebrew used in those days.
After traversing the tunnel, I was more tired than I expected, yet I had a feeling of indescribable satisfaction. It was hard work to make it through the tunnel. I had worked up a sweat, yet also felt somewhat cool from wading in water. But most of all I was just awestruck. Here I was, on the other side of the world from my home, and worlds away from my desk job, having completed an incredible journey through a 2700-year old tunnel that is mentioned in God’s Word. I couldn’t believe that I was lucky enough to get to do this. The entire biblical account of the Assyrian invasion of Judah and Hezekiah’s defense had come alive to me in a way I never dreamed possible.
Friday, June 11, 2010
May 17th: Khamsin
After we made our way through security and got our luggage, we stepped outside to board the bus for Jerusalem. And it was there that I got my first taste of Israel. My first impression? Hot! And I mean beastly hot! As excited as I was, I sheepishly admitted to myself that I didn’t know if I could make it for three weeks in this kind of heat.
Well, once we got on the bus (chartered type with microphone in the front and air conditioning throughout), our new professor introduced herself and began to explain the itinerary, etc. And, it did not take long for her to address the hot weather. What we were experiencing, she said, was a condition known as Khamsin. It is pronounced “COMM-SEEN,” or if you want to practice your Hebrew gutturals, you can pronounce the “Kh” with that well-known sound produced when you try to bring up mucous from your throat. It’s up to you.
Khamsin is a condition that occurs in Israel from about mid-April to the end of May, where hot winds blow in from the deserts of Egypt and the Sinai Peninsula. It causes very uncomfortable conditions for people, and the winds will actually scorch the plants on the ground (see photo I took of a field of dried wheat). [I know, I know, you were expecting pictures with a little more zing than that . . . I promise I’ll have plenty more “interesting” photos as I continue my trip diary.] For people who have lived in Southern California, Khamsin is similar to the Santa Ana conditions, where the winds will come in from the California desert instead of the Pacific, causing uncomfortable heat for a few days.
Now, fortunately for us, the Khamsin ended after that first day, and the weather in Jerusalem was beautiful. It was warm and sunny with low humidity during the days, and the nights were comfortably cool with nice breezes. Again, it reminded me a lot of the typical weather in Southern California. Of course, when we ventured out on field trips to the desert and other areas, we experienced very hot conditions, but overall, hot weather in no way put a damper on my trip.
So, you might be wondering, who cares? Why am I telling you about Khamsin? Well, I bring it up because it illustrates something that I learned over and over again on this trip. That is, in terms of geography, climate, plant and animal life, etc., the land of Israel provides a clarity that I normally miss by reading the Bible in the confines of my own culture. Luke 12:54-56 says this:
54 He [Jesus] also said to the crowds, “When you see a cloud rising in the west, you say at once, ‘A shower is coming.’ And so it happens.
55 And when you see the south wind blowing, you say, ‘There will be scorching heat,’ and it happens.
56 You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of earth and sky, but why do you not know how to interpret the present time?”
What is this “south wind” that brings “scorching heat” that is mentioned in verse 55? It is the Khamsin! This is a passage of the Bible that I have read many times, and in my mind I read it “south wind blah blah blah, scorching heat blah blah.” I never paid attention to what these things actually refer to. Here Jesus was using a well-known weather phenomenon to make a point.
This little Khamsin snippet also got me to thinking of all the “signs” that we can recognize. We know that a red sky at night means good weather. We know that when Blockbuster is packed, there must be a snowstorm in the forecast. Heck, I’ve watched so many sporting events in my life that I can tell when a team is so demoralized that they will not be making a big comeback. We know how to read signs, make proper judgments about them, and live our lives accordingly. For me, then, learning about and experiencing Khamsin has, in a small way, caused me to evaluate how I am living my life . . . Do I understand properly the “signs” of the current state of the world? What about the “signs” (teachings) that are given to me through the Bible? And am I orienting my life appropriately in a God-centered way?
One phrase that kept coming up during my time in Israel was, “The Bible brings the land to life, and the land brings the Bible to life.” As you might guess, I found this old saying to be very true, and Khamsin was just one small example of this.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Was it all just a dream?
This past Monday—June 7th—at 9:00 A.M., I was seated in an auditorium at a conference in Virginia Beach. I have been to work-related meetings like this a hundred times before, dutifully dressed in my slacks, button-down shirt, and tie. I was taking notes and listening attentively. But at about nine o’clock, one hour into the conference, my mind began to wander, and I asked myself, “Was it all just a dream?”
You see, just thirty-six hours before, on Saturday night, I stood on the roof of the Gloria Hotel in Old Jerusalem, just inside the city wall, taking the picture of the Tower of David that you see above.
On Saturday night, I was completing a three-week study trip in Israel. I took a course entitled “Historical Geography of the Bible” through the University of the Holy Land in Jerusalem. And, I’m having a hard time finding the right superlatives to describe the trip, which covered just about every square mile of the country of Israel. To say it was informative does not even scratch the surface in relation to what I learned. To say it was exhilarating doesn’t do it justice. To say it was fascinating or unbelievable or incredible . . . these adjectives don’t provide the needed depth of expression.
While in Israel, I walked around the top of the wall in Jerusalem. I crouched and waddled through an Old Testament era, one-thousand yard, underground water tunnel, with water ranging from ankle high to knee deep. I read Psalm 22 aloud inside the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, the probable location of Jesus’ death on the cross (that’s the Psalm that begins, “My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?"). I swam in the Mediterranean Sea. I floated in the Dead Sea. I took a boat ride across the Sea of Galilee, where Jesus walked on the water. I stood on the steps of the Temple, the same exact steps where my Savior walked about two-thousand years ago. And I snooped around in a desert cave where some of the Dead Sea Scrolls were found—a cool respite during days of steep climbs in 110+ degree heat. But all of this is just a sliver of the entirety of my Israel experience between May 17th and June 5th.
So, if I had to give one word now that comes to my mind regarding the trip, I think it would be privilege. It was a real privilege to go on this trip, to receive teaching from a renowned expert in the field of biblical geography, to see the sites that I saw, and to do the things I was able to do. Most people don’t get the chance to do what I did. Going to Israel in no way makes me a better Christian than any other believer, but I do feel that I learned things that will allow me to teach the Bible better for the rest of my life. It truly was a privilege.
But all good things must come to an end, I suppose—at least down here on earth. Sunday morning I boarded a plane in Tel Aviv, and a seeming eternity later, I landed at Raleigh-Durham airport at 10 P.M. Barbara drove me back to Chesapeake. We arrived at two in the morning and I got to sleep at three. Then it was up at six, and back to the standard work routine. I couldn’t afford to take another day off from work after I had so generously been allowed to take three weeks of vacation time for this trip. So you probably can understand that on Monday morning, after the whirlwind, I would find myself thinking, “Wait, did that really happen, or was it all just a dream?”
In the next couple of weeks, I will be writing a number of blog entries with some reflections (and photos) from my Israel trip. I hope you enjoy them.