We were in Jericho proper, a Palestinian controlled territory. I would get to teach from a balcony overlooking the oldest city in the world. Limestone houses dotted the panoramic view! To the right a tel, a mountain of dirt, held the secret remains of a city destroyed by the strategy of an army empowered by the God of the universe!
I, of course, taught on Joshua. Moses was dead and now Joshua had no recourse but to lead the children of Israel through the Jordan into the Promised Land! He could not go back! There was no other place to go but forward. After he gets across the Jordan, he knows that the next stronghold is Jericho, a strongly fortified city. One morning he is up, no doubt reading the Torah, filling himself with the Word of God, feeling a little apprehensive about taking the city. The Bible says that Joshua “lifted up His eyes and looked.” When the Bible uses that phrase, the one looking always looks up with expectation! And so Joshua did and, when de does, he sees “The Angel Lord” whom he worships as God. This “Angel Lord” gives his all the strategy he needs in order to take the city.
As I encouraged my tour group to “lift up their eyes” in their own Jericho-situations, I pointed above the tel of Jericho, and a rainbow appeared in the sky filling the panorama in front of us with undeniable color!
The story of Jericho and Joshua has taken on a greater meaning for me. I will never be able to read that Book or hear those names without remembering how God met me on the plains of Jericho in The Holy Land!
Our Boeing 777 landed on the runway of Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv. We were finally here! And on our way up the concourse, there was a sign that said “Welcome to Israel!” Take a a picture of me, I requested, hardly able to contain my excitement.Get passport stamped. Pick up luggage. A two-hour drive in the waning light to Galilee. Tomorrow would hold great promise, I thought.
Well, recording artists Mercy Me asked the above questions in wonderment! As I sit on the Boeing 777 plane taking thirty of us across the Atlantic on a tour of Israel, I am 2 hours away from my destination!
From the veranda of the Rosemont Manor in Berryville, VA, I beheld such remarkable natural beauty. Diverse trees (cedars, poplars, maples, elms, oaks and more) stood like sentinels around around 400 acres of manicured lawns. As it was summer, I could only imagine the sight of their fall foliage. Nocturnal fireflies blinked in rhythmic patterns as deer advanced for an evening feed. Behind all of this in the far distance the Blue Ridge Mountains striped the skyline.
The time for the annual spiritual conference had arrived. My husband and I were at Messiah College in Grantham, PA. From our room, we walked to the evening meeting spot at Brubaker Hall. The warm evening afforded a casual stroll along the lamp-post lit sidewalks. Low flying bugs frenziedly danced and fluttered in front of us. Not trying to avoid our approach, they performed passionately to some unseen audience. Since they were not trying to avoid me, I tried to avoid them. Further up I noticed that some bugs were lying still on the sidewalk. Much later than they did apparently, I realized that the ones swirling in front of me were dancing their final performance before the time ran out of their short-lived existence.