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Home in Durham
Liz dropped me off at Riverwoods at about 6:30, so I am now home. Really home. And even unpacked. And I have a mass of laundry to do tomo...
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Today’s pace was much more relaxed than yesterday’s. Our first stop was the Judean desert—I took some pictures, but they don’t begin to capt... -
Well, I’m almost too tired to blog tonight, but I have managed to do this every night so far, so I’m not giving up now! Today was pretty m... -
This morning, Rami, our bus driver, dropped us off near the top of the Mount of Olives, and we walked up to the Chapel of the Ascension, w...
Your poem is such a gift to you and to all of us following your newest journey. « Newest » may not be the best word, as you have been following Jesus for a long time. But certainly walking where He walked, inhaling heat and market spices; touching the Sea of G, where weather changes in an instant; sitting where His voice would have risen to you and those around you on the hillside- all this and so much more will flood into your waiting, open heart. Today, though, it’s still about travel and arriving and getting settled. Sleep well in the ancient landscape. (LT)
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