One of our stops was to the Garden Tomb in Jerusalem. We visited the tomb, and then held a communion service nearby. We each received identical olive wood cups during the course of the service. The door to the tomb is to the right of my pinkie finger. | The Cup of Salvation Originally uploaded by whatnext. |
Saturday, January 28, 2006
The Cup of Salvation
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Promised Land
One of my favorites. This picture could represent what Moses might have seen in Deuteronomy 34:1-8: "Then Moses climbed Mount Nebo from the | The Promised Land Originally uploaded by whatnext. |
And Moses the servant of the LORD died there in Moab, as the LORD had said. He buried him in Moab, in the valley opposite Beth Peor, but to this day no one knows where his grave is. Moses was a hundred and twenty years old when he died, yet his eyes were not weak nor his strength gone. The Israelites grieved for Moses in the plains of Moab thirty days, until the time of weeping and mourning was over."
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Yes, I Was Away...
...And I'm still recovering from a 17-day excursion to the Middle East. I joined several of my classmates and others for a trek through Syria, Jordan, and Israel. I made over 1,000 photographs during the trip, and it will take awhile to sort through them all. I have a few favorites posted over on Flickr. Over the next several days I will also publish them here with more extensive commentary.
The big takeaway from this trip was the imagery. I will not be able to read the Bible in the same fashion as before. The Sea of Galilee is now permanently etched into my mind's eye. Scripture readings about places now take on the textures, smells, and colors that were previously unavailable to my imagination. What a wonderful trip.
The big takeaway from this trip was the imagery. I will not be able to read the Bible in the same fashion as before. The Sea of Galilee is now permanently etched into my mind's eye. Scripture readings about places now take on the textures, smells, and colors that were previously unavailable to my imagination. What a wonderful trip.
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