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footsteps of Jesus
I really wanted to bring my Polaroid camera (but forgot!) so I had to make do with the iphone.
Overlooking Bethlehem
Capernum
Temple Mount, Mt. Moriah
At the Garden of Gesthemane
The Garden Tomb
Holocaust Museum
So Jesus probably didn’t walk through the Holocaust Museum- but I took this for memento sake.
More pictures soon!
Israel portraits through my Iphone
Z had the DSLR so I took the photos below with his iPhone4. I kinda like the anonymity it gives me.
It was a sunny but chilly day. (oxymoron, I know!) I like capturing faces because Ithink it’s the closest that I’ll ever get to knowing their lifestories. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to peek into their sleeves and/or pockets and breathe in a lifetime of history?
Do they have children? Where do they live? Does her husband beat her? What are their hopes and dreams for the future?
As our guide shared his own testimony, my heart broke a few times (over, and over!). Oh, the stories! Thank God for His neverending mercies and fierce love for His people. I was constantly reminded of His undeserving grace and love for us -Truly, His love never fails (and that’s more than enoughforme!)
Am still sifting through the manythoughts/notes/&postscripts that He has scribbled on my heart. May I never forget His love for the people.
Shalom, Jerusalem!
The Old Quarters
WE ARE given strict instructions before entering the old city of Jerusalem. “Be careful, I’m serious,” our guide says. He bellows, military style, in halting Hebrew-tinged English. “There are pickpockets everywhere. Watch your wallets. Watch your purses.”
Everywhere, street yeladim, or children, run around with cheeky smiles.
(Later, a yeladim will sneak by unnoticed to touch my friend’s pocket in search for something. Anything. But that will be the closest we get to a ragamuffin.)
“I’ll be turning at random corners so you’ll have to stay close,” our guide continues. “It’s easy to get lost. So stay close.”
We try to stay close. But there is something about the old quarters that can make one lose himself. We enter the labyrinth of corridors made of Jerusalem Stones from years ago and open-air markets, or souks. It is charming. And old. Middle Eastern spices (cumin! tumeric! and more!) fill the air & shiny trinkets, Aladdin lamps, sheesha pipes and pashima shawls hang from the shops.
What a beautiful place. I’d like to go back!
(More pictures coming up!)
