In Jerusalem

It has been fast and furious here in Jerusalem! We have seen so much already in Israel and now we're taking in all that there is to take in here (at least it seems that way) in the ancient capital of Israel. What one is immediately stuck with being here is that this is a place of religion. In most places, Christianity, Judaism, and Islam are sandwiched next one to one another - in other places they are stacked on top of one another! It is a city filled with tourists, worshippers, and military personnel. At times you will hear church bells. At other times, the Muslim call to prayer from the minarets. Most of the time, what you hear is traffic - sirens, honking, and street noise. What I am enjoying is that history surrounds you on every side in layers. But if you stop for a moment and look at the faces, you are reminded that Jesus walked these streets and this city and loved people in a way far beyond what is natural to us. These people need the true and living God. There are so many substitutes and so many brands of each religion. But people still are missing the Way, the Truth, and the Life. I stood at the place where, according to tradition, Jesus wept over the city. He foresaw its physical destruction and was grieved at its spiritual desolation. Oh to be moved as He was over this city and the souls within it!