It is hard to believe that I write this entry from the
Western Hemisphere. Where did the time go? How did we get this far along in our
journey? It feels like one world has ended and another has begun.
Last week at the end of Sabbath the students had a little
get together where they watched a video they had made for Rivkeh Kjar, who had
missed the first part of Galilee to be at her sister’s funeral. It was such a
thoughtful thing for them to do and was very touching. Afterwards I visited for
just a bit. Then I was ready to leave, but different people wanted to talk to
me. One asked for a blessing, and I had a sweet experience giving her a
blessing. She is such a wonderful girl. Then another wanted to talk about
getting answers to prayers, and another about where they are going in life from
here, and another about some difficulties in their time at the Center, and
another about how to move forward with faith. There were more than this. Each
was a wonderful, sweet opportunity. Each time I was so filled with love, and with
amazement at how much the Lord loves these good people I am with, and how
incredible they are. It was a great night. It kept me up until 1 am, but I am
glad to have spent some meaningful time with these, my delightful and powerful
friends.
Some of my students getting cozy together at the JC |
The next morning I was able to sleep in just a bit, and then
I met with Jeremy Branson. We had decided to go to Lachish, but as we went, we
got talking about things he would like to do with his family, and so we went to
lots of places that would be fun for his family to go to. We basically did the
Shfeylah field trip. We stopped at Bet Shemesh and went through the Samson
story and the story of the return of the Ark of the Covenant. We went up
Azekah, and I showed him all around there and we went through the stories of
the sieges of the Assyrians and Babylonians, and saw Gath and went through the
story of David and Goliath. Then we went down and drove to show him Shocoh very
quickly, and over to the place where you can walk through the brook of Elah a
bit, and helped him get a better feel for the David and Goliath story.
The excavations at Azekah |
Then we drove to Lachish. We had a little picnic there, and
it was quite nice. Then we started going through the story of Lachish. It is
such a cool place. We hiked all around, and I was able to spend a little more
time thinking and exploring on my own than I usually do because I am usually so
busy with students. It was nice. They have started excavating the Hellenistic
temple there, which is probably on the remains of an Israelite temple. It
allowed me to explore that more fully than I have usually been able to do. They
are building up the newly excavated side of one of the gates, making it into a
wooden tower. It is a bit weird, but hopefully it turns out better than it
looks like it will right now. I went down to the threshold that has so often
been a place I have been able to picture the people of the Bible, and I thought
about it one last time, and I touched it one last time. I just spent a little
time at that site saying goodbye to my favorite tell. It was nice.
the threshold at Lachish |
The new buildings on the gate of Lachish |
the temple at Lachish |
Jeremy in front of the temple at Lachish |
On the way home Jeremy pulled over by the Sorek River and I
jumped out and explored just a bit. Somewhere around where I was is probably
the place where the lion surprised Samson. I have always wanted to explore
along it just a bit, and it was so fun that it worked out.
The Sorek River |
The Sorek River |
We drove home
through Ein Kerem, which is such a beautiful place, and I loved doing that one
last time. It was a great day.
I spent just a little time getting ready for tomorrow’s
field trip and packing just a bit. Then Phil and I went down to East Jerusalem
and met Jeremy. We went to Omar’s, and I got some gifts I have been needing to
get. Then we went over to a place Jeremy knew about and we ate a last little
dinner of authentic Palestinian food. It was fantastic. And it was so much fun
to visit with these guys and enjoy them.
The next morning the big field trip began. I was with David.
We went to Bethany, where I took them up to the separation wall and tried to
talk through some of the complications of that wall. Then David took them to
the remains of the crusader church built to commemorate Simon the Leper’s
house, where Mary anointed Jesus during the last week of his life. We also went
to the tomb, where David took them down and explained to them about what
happened there. Then we went into the church and had a nice moment there.
Phil at Bethany |
The Skinners at Bethany |
David teaching my students at Bethany near Simon the Leper's house |
The remains of a crusader church at Simon the Leper's house in Bethany |
at the separation wall |
After all of this we went to Bethphage. I tried to help them
see how close it is to Bethany. Then we talked about the Triumphal entry. I
tried to explain to them not only how important it was at the time, but how
important it is that we look forward to the return of the Savior as our king. I
talked about how wonderful it will be to have him as our ruler, and to swear
fealty to him. Then I reminded them that these things are really already true.
We have him as our leader, and we have sworn allegiance to him. I gave them
some time to think. On the whole it went well.
My students at Bethphage |
From there we went to Pater Noster. David taught them a
little bit there, and it wasn’t too bad. The other class was in the cave that I
like to go to, so we never made it in there. But we still had a nice time.
We
hurried from there to Dominus Flevit. I had worked hard to arrange for the
Father Superior to come speak to us, and thought I had it all lined up. But
when we got there he told us that I had said 4 pm. I am sure I said, three
times “noon, 12 o’clock.” But the language barrier got us. He had been planning
on preparing coffee and tea for us at 4, so it was probably a blessing that he
had not gone to all that effort only to find out that we couldn’t drink it. He
spoke to us for a while, and it was nice. He talked about his family having
been Christian since 72 AD. It seems believable to me, the Christians in Iraq
have been Christians for a long, long time. He is from Nineveh. Because the Christians
there really haven’t intermarried much with the Arabs and other groups that
have come through, he is probably pretty close to a full blooded Assyrian. So
interesting.
Father Sevastion teaching us at Dominus Flevit |
After he spoke to us we talked about the Savior loving the
temple, and about the things he taught there on the Mount of Olives. We sang in
the little church, and had time for lunch, and gave them time to think about
things. It was wonderful.
One of my students pondering at Dominus Flevit |
My students pondering at Dominus Flevit |
From there we went to the Dormition Abbey. We had a moment
or two to talk about Mary, and women in general, and I feel like it went very
well. We sang Silent Night, and it was beautiful. So many great memories, such
beauty to be had. For whatever reason the other class didn’t end up doing that,
and when my class found out (even though it made it so we were on the trip half
an hour longer than them), many came and thanked me for taking the time to take
them there.
My students in Dormition Abbey |
Then we went to the Upper Room. There David taught them and
it was okay. From there we went to Saint Peter in Gallicantu. We looked at the
amazing view of Jerusalem that we have there, and I let the students teach me
about what they were seeing. It was a good thing for them to see how well they
knew this stuff. It was cool. Then we went to the model of the city in the
Byzantine era, and again it was great how much they knew. Then we went into the
church and we looked at some of the art and sang. Then we went to the pit where
the Savior is said to have been imprisoned and tried by the Sanhedrin. I spoke
about how needful it was, but also how difficult it is to picture the Great
Jehovah being mocked and unfairly tried by the high priest, the very person who
was supposed to represent him. We read Isaiah 50 together, and spoke of how it
was fulfilled. We talked about the irony and adversity that Jesus went through
there, and of how I believe that is part of the atonement. He went through
everything so that he could succor us and relieve us of our burdens. And he
truly can. He can make our burdens light, and reach us when we need it most,
because of all he did for us, including the ridiculous trial he went through
there.
Then we went outside and in the courtyard where the statue
of Peter denying Christ is, we talked about Peter’s denial. I talked to them
about how it seems to me that Peter so wanted to be with Christ that he was
willing to do anything to be there, even lie about knowing Christ. Then we
talked about the pictures we had seen earlier. In the church you can twice see
a series of pictures where first Peter is denying Christ, then Christ looks at
him and he weeps, then Christ is calling him to feed his sheep at the Sea of
Galilee. You see Peter at his lowest moment, and then at his highest. The
denial did not make it so that Christ was not willing to call Peter to lead his
church.
With that in mind we went over and looked at the stairs that
lead down to the Kidron Valley. These are almost surely the stairs that the
Savior walked down as he went to the Garden of Gethsemane, and then walked back
up, bloody, exhausted, and bound. We talked about how his bloody feet would
have touched those stones, and the hem of his blood soaked robe would have drug
across them. It was because of what he did in between that Christ was able to
take Peter from his low point to his high point. Peter could overcome his
inadequacies and be changed into the man he needed to be because of what Christ
did in between the times he walked on those stairs. And so he can do with us.
Whatever depths we descend to, Christ knows the heights we can reach, and can
take us there, because of what he did in Gethsemane.
The steps that lead to the Kidron Valley at the church of St. Peter in Gallicantu |
One of my wonderful students pondering near the steps leading to the Kidron Valley |
Another of my amazing students pondering at the steps that lead to Kidron Valley at St. Peter in Gallicantu |
And on that note we ended the field trip. It was a wonderful
ending. Then we had a meeting about getting ready to go, and then Phil and I
had dinner with the Holyoaks. They were so nice to have us to dinner, and it was
so enjoyable to visit with them. What great people we have had the opportunity
to interact with here. We have been so blessed in that way.
That evening I watched a movie and went to bed. The next
morning it was time for the last field trip.
I took my students to the Orson Hyde Garden. We went through
what exactly that garden was, how it got there, etc. We read from Orson Hyde’s
dedicatory prayer, and talked about the other dedicatory prayers that have been
made there. We talked about the gathering of Israel, and the fulfillment of
prophecy, and the sacredness of that place. Then we read from President
Kimball’s dedicatory address, especially the part about how we dedicate
ourselves to God as much as we do the land. I gave them time to think about how
they were going to do that. We had a nice time.
Then we walked down to Gethsemane. We went in and looked at
some of the old olive trees. I taught them about Isaiah 11, and what it means
literally, for olive trees, to have stems and rods coming from the tree. Then I
talked about how much Christ was literally a fulfillment of that scripture, the
rising of the line of David from the dust. I talked about how just as these
rods give new life to the tree, so does Christ give new life to the house of
Israel, and to all of us.
A rod coming out of an olive tree at Gethsemane |
Trees coming out of the root of an olive tree at Gethsemane |
Then Andy taught them more about the symbolism of
Olive Trees. He did a superb job of showing them how the pressing of olives is
such a fitting symbol for the atonement.
Then we went across the way and we sat in the private olive
orchard. Andy taught them some more about the atonement. I also spoke to them,
trying to help them understand how much Christ suffered there, and how his love
for his Father and his willingness to do his Father’s will got him through it.
I taught about the power of the atonement, stressing how it not only provided
the ability to be forgiven, but also to change us. I tried to tie it back in to
many things we have discussed this semester. I talked about our quest for
holiness, and how that happens because of the atonement. We are changed,
hopefully almost daily, because of what happens there. We sang some songs, and
everyone was given about half an hour to think and write.
Many of my amazing students pondering at Gethsemane |
One of my wonderful students pondering at Gethsemane |
One of my dear students praying at Gethsemane |
My students pondering at Gethsemane |
This is what I wrote:
“I am so grateful for the atonement. I wish I could write
down everything I just taught my students. I felt at least some direction from
the Spirit. I knew that Christ himself was surprised and amazed at what he went
through here. I know that it was so terrible that he plead with his Father that
if there was any other way he would please like to not go through what he was
going through. Yet he did, because he loved his Father so much he was willing
to do whatever his Father asked.
“And so he suffered for every sin I will ever commit. For
every bit of pain, hunger, thirst or fatigue I will ever feel. Every sorrow,
every regret, every feeling of being abandoned, betrayed, let down, unjustly
accused, or any other difficult experience. All he went through, from Judas
leaving the Last Supper, through his friends falling asleep when he needed them,
through being mocked by a high priest who should have been representing him, to
being condemned by false witnesses, through being condemned of blasphemy,
something he was not actually capable of since he was who he said he was, to
being mocked because he did not prophesy who was hitting him, though he could
have, to being condemned to death by someone who knew he was innocent, to
suffering the horrors and pain of the cross after all he had gone through,
through, in his worst moment, finding himself unexpectedly and fully alone, and
through much more than I can ever imagine, all of this brought about his
ability to help us.
I can be forgiven
I can be healed
I can be more holy
I can love more
I can do more
I can be more
I can be forgiven
I can be healed
I can be more holy
I can love more
I can do more
I can be more
“I pray that I will let God work with me, refine me, change
my nature. I pray he will take away my worldly, fallen desires, and help me be
the Godly man I and he would want me to be. I pray that he will change me so
that I may help rather than hurt those around me. I know he can. I know he can
bring me to God as a Godlike being. I know he can bring me home and make me
glorious. My ability to mess up is smaller than his ability to change me. And
so I believe I will one day stand with my wife and children as an exalted
being, truly belonging to an exalted sphere. I look forward to both soon
sanctification and eventual exaltation, when my nature will have nothing to do
with this world. God and His son have made it possible.”
I can only hope that my students had as wonderful a time
there as I did.
The stone of suffering in the Church of All Nations at Gethsemane |
My students on the stone of suffering inside the Church of All Nations at Gethsemane |
From there we walked to the Gethsemane Grotto, the cave
where the ancient olive press was. We were not able to get them to open the
curtain to let us see where the nice for the press beam was, but we were able
to sing there and have a nice moment. We were able to do that with both
classes. It was very nice.
The niche where the beam for the oil press is in the Gethsemane Grotto |
My students in the Gethsemane Grotto |
From there we went to the Church of the Flagellation. There
Andy taught them about Pilate and the trials. It was good. Then we went in to
St. Anne’s. We had arranged to stay there through lunch. We had a few
difficulties getting that re-worked out, but it turned out okay. We had a
little time for eating a lunch. Then we went out to the Pool of Bethesda. I was
able to help them picture what that pool looked like. We walked around the see
the whole thing better, and then we went through the story of John 5. I think I
was able to help them see how much they will be able to rely on the Savior to
help them, to heal them, when it seems like they have no man to help them and
no way to be healed. It touched me, and I hope it touched them. I gave them
some time to walk around and think and read.
Then we all met in the church. We taught them a little bit
about the church. We then sang. This time they did more solos than I have ever
seen done. It highlights the acoustics of the place better (and they are truly
amazing), but it also takes away some of the power that comes when everyone
sings a lot together. I actually fell asleep for a little while. It was very
nice, though I would have liked to do some more singing all of us together.
Still, the power is real, and the songs help invite the spirit.
From there we walked to the Garden Tomb. Andy taught about
the resurrection, and was powerful and profound. I wish I could encapsulate
better what he said. Then I tried to teach about the resurrection. I brought up
how Hailey had just had a dear friend die, and how Rivkeh had lost her sister
less than a month ago. Then I tried to talk about how I have seen my father,
who was once so strong and able, become someone who can’t do anything for
himself. I was too emotional, and it was not easy to talk about it. But I did
try to say how much I look forward to the day when his strength will be
returned, when he will be made whole. I talked about how what Christ did for us
will make it possible for all of us to be made whole in every way. For me, at
least, it was a powerful moment. I bore my testimony one last time of how I
know the resurrection is real. Then others bore their testimonies for quite a
while. It was a blessed and wonderful time. I loved it, and I hope they did as
well.
My class at the Garden Tomb |
When that was over I went with a small group over to the
Davidson Archaeological park. Some of them had been too sick to go there when
we went there on a field trip, so I took this small group and we went through
it all together. It was a very nice time. I am so glad to be able to go where
Jesus went.
We ran as fast as we could to catch the bus home, and got
there just in time for the big farewell dinner. It was very good, and very
nice.
My group on the steps to the temple at the Davidson Archaeological Park |
Then we went to the memories night. Phil was able to say just a bit to
them before he left for the airport. I am so sad to see him go. He has been my
brother, and I could not ask for a better companion to be with or a better
friend. He will always be my brother, and the times we shared together will
always be sacred.
The students gave us all gifts. They gave us each a
beautiful photo taken from the earliest days of cameras. They chose which
picture to give us based on their knowledge of us. They gave me and my family
one of fishers casting their nets at the Sea of Galilee. This is the picture we
had looked at many times and wished we could get. It was a beautiful picture,
and a more beautiful thought and gesture. I was so pleased.
We did some movies and slide shows. Then I gave my last
speech. It was hard, I knew this was my last time in a long time, and maybe
ever. What a wonderful group to end with. I paused before ending with my last
“all pau” (Hawaiian for all done, something I always say when I am teaching on
the bus and am finished talking). I really was all done. Weird.
Then we watched the last slide show, and it was incredible.
Then I visited for a while, and was so tired I just went down and went to bed.
The next morning, our last morning in Israel, was a big day.
We ate breakfast quickly, and then several of us went down to the City of
David. We had a lot of fun walking together and visiting together there as we
waited for them to open Hezekiah’s tunnel. During that time a student, Emily
Mangelson, tricked me into thinking that she spoke Hebrew fluently. She had me
convinced for about half an hour. Tricky girl!
When they opened it we ran the tunnel as fast as we could.
It took us about 9.5 minutes. It was a pretty good workout, going through the
water so fast. We had tons of light this time, so that recording it on GoPro
worked out better. Afterwards we just sat and laughed and visited for a while.
Then a few people said they just wanted to go explore, so I went with them.
Dane, Bekkah Dalebout, Ashlyn Parker, and I went. We went first to the Holy
Sepulchre, stopping at a bakery and enjoying some views of the Jewish Quarter
and Western Wall along the way. The Holy Sepulchre was empty for the most part.
There was absolutely no one in line at the Aedicule, so we went in and spent
some time inside, which we usually can’t. It was nice to contemplate what it
would have really been like when the Savior’s body drew breath again and rose.
Amazing!!! It was nice to be in there and be reverent. Then we went exploring.
We found some doors that were open that usually were not. Some went to housing
areas. Some went to chapels I have never seen. There were some beautiful
chapels. We even got up to the holy part of the Armenian chapel to look into
the area with the cave and the boat graffiti. We ran into some other students,
and followed them for a while, trying to scare them. But the joke was on us,
they lost us. We found another few open chapels that were beautiful. It was
fantastic.
My group coming out of Hezekiah's Tunnel |
My group in the Church of the Redeemer Bell Tower |
We went to Shabban’s, and he helped me with the lost/broken
widow’s mite of Julianne’s. We ran into tons of students there. It was nice to
be there one last time. Then I set out for home. I tried to buy some falafel
mix on the way home, but couldn’t find anyone selling it. I ran into a few more
students on the way home, and we had a nice visit and walk.
Then I packed, took a little nap in the middle, and finished
packing. After dinner we went out on the balcony and enjoyed one last sunset. I
sat quietly for a minute, enjoying the last view of the city I love that is so
unique and amazing. The most important and amazing city in the world. But I
couldn’t enjoy quiet for long. Lots of people came and asked for pictures with
me. That was nice too. I sure love all these people and I will miss them.
As the goodbyes started I knew it was going to be easier for
me. As people came to me I reminded them I was going with them. They went to
others and hugged and cried. Yet I knew that after a long flight it would seem
less dramatic, and that people would be in such a hurry to get on the plane
there wouldn’t be much of a goodbye. So I loaded on the bus and watched. It was
different, and fun, to experience this part of the student experience. I have
never known what it was like to be on the bus going to the airport, and I loved
seeing it. I tried to sit in the middle, out of the way, and just take it all
in rather than be part of running anything. I was also tired, emotionally
exhausted, and a bit detached, not able to really take in that it was ending. I
watched the goodbyes, saw the bittersweet sorry and excitement, and watched.
As we left, they put on the song “I swear I lived,” which I
had tried to make my class’ theme song. It was so fun to see them do it on
their own, and feel that it was true, and to be so into how much they had done.
It was great.
I listened and enjoyed them all the way to the airport. It
went more quickly than I thought it would. I just kept looking out thinking of
how hard it is to believe that it is over. Then we got there, loaded our tons
of luggage, and got in line. It was a long line and took a long time, and it
was so fun to be with these guys. They are such loved friends, it was no
problem to be in line, it was great to just be with them.
Finally we got all the way through and waited for just a
short time, and then boarded the plane. The ride was long, but okay. I slept a
bit, and watched a few movies I have missed. I also walked around a little, and
saw that every couple we thought might happen had arranged to sit by each other
and were holding hands. So fun! I visited with people a bit. I sure love these
guys.
Finally we got there. The lines for passport were long,
getting luggage was an adventure, the lines for checking luggage back in and
for going back through security were long. And yet as we went through these
snaking lines it was just a joy, just another chance to see loved ones and say
hi and visit and laugh together. What a group to be with! When we finally got
all the way through I carried my hugely heavy bags with no wheels all the way
to the gate most of the students were taking. My shoulders were so sore, but it
was a good workout. It was past time to load as we got there, and many had
already gotten on. Those few of us who were staying tried to get them to hold
the plane for the others. Most got there soon enough, and were able to say
goodbye quickly and get them on. Soon all but three were on, and we said our
final goodbyes. They wouldn’t hold it for those last three. So those of us who
were staying hung out for a while, found the lost three, sent them where they
needed to go, and then went and hung out for a long time. We visited and joked
and had a great time. After more than an hour they had to go, so I bid them a
very fond farewell, and worked my way down to where I knew some others were
waiting for flights. I said goodbye to a few of them, and was sad that I had
missed a few others.
Cam and Jessica waiting with me in the airport |
Then I ran into two of the students who had missed their
flight. They were scheduled for a flight that was even later than mine, but
they were hoping to get on my flight. So we hung out and visited for a long
time. It was good, very good. One of them was someone who I have been trying to
visit with and help a bit for a while, so it worked out quite well.
Finally it was time to go. The flight went fairly quickly,
and I slept a bit and watched a movie or two. We ended up getting in a bit
early. As we flew over the western mountains I couldn’t help but notice how
much they looked like the mountains of Judea. Then we wheeled around and I saw
the eastern mountains. Those are nothing like the mountains of Judea, they are
giant, huge, imposing, and strikingly beautiful.
I waited for my two dear friends, and together we went to
luggage claim. There we met Savannah, another student who had come earlier but
whose luggage had been delayed. We all got our luggage and I was able to go out
and meet Savannah’s dad. She let me use her phone, and I called Tammy, and
found she was right there ready to get me.
It was great to see Tammy. She was so kind to come get me
and take me back. We talked about all sorts of things on the way home. We
especially got caught up on the situation with Phillip and with care of my Dad.
On the drive I couldn’t help but notice that the roads were
wide, people drove calmly, the signs were in English, and things were
incredibly beautiful. As we got off the freeway and drove around town it seemed
weird to not see any guys with big black hats and long beards. Weird.
It was great to see my parents. I was able to immediately
help my dad get up and around and sat down. He is doing fairly well, not a lot
different from when I saw him last year. I had some really nice visits with him
and mom and Tammy. He was fairly with it. It was so, so good to be with them.
And in some ways it seemed like I had seen them only a few weeks ago.
Finally I loaded my luggage into the car that Jul and
Tashara had dropped off for me, and I drove home. It was so weird to be home.
In some ways it seemed like I had never been gone. It was a bit weird that no
one was here. I worked fairly furiously on unpacking, and took a shower. When
they were about half an hour away from home I started making them dinner, and
had it mostly made when they walked in. It was so great to see them again. We
immediately tried to unload the car, though some helped a bit and some not so
much. Then we ate, and had a nice time being together. We all visited and
unpacked and had a nice time. I forced myself to stay awake for as long as possible,
and then blissfully fell asleep.
I was able to sleep in until 5:30. Then I got up and went
for a walk. What a beautiful place we live in! We are so blessed to live in
such an amazing place. The air was crisp and cool, and I headed up towards the
mountain, looking for deer, etc. I found myself habitually screening the
sidewalks for broken glass, human feces, and cars parked on them knowing that
would force me onto the road. It took me about ten minutes to realize that I
would actually be able to stay on the sidewalk the whole time, it was clear,
clean, and safe. Weird.
What a great walk I had. Everyone kept sleeping, so I went
out on the porch and enjoyed the beautiful air and worked on my computer,
trying to catch up with some things. Then I made breakfast, and got the family
up. We worked on unpacking for a long time. Then we got everyone ready and went
to the doctors. It was a productive time of just making sure everyone was
healthy and working through small physical problems. Then we took some kids to
parties, and some to young women’s activities. Dave Beesley and Carly came by
and we visited for a while. It was nice to be with our students already. We
worked and worked, and I fell asleep a bit. That evening Julianne wanted to go
watch Olympics, but I knew I would fall asleep, so I unpacked a bit more while
she did that. Before we went to bed we had found plates, cups, pans, keys,
clothes, and other necessities. We are going to get by just fine.
I was not able to sleep in as well the next morning. I got
up very early, but lay there for a long time trying to sleep some more. Finally
I got up, and Julianne got up with me. We went for a walk and again I was
reminded of what an incredible place we live in. And our house and place are so
incredible. We are blessed!
We opened the doors and windows to let in the cool air and
worked on unpacking. After a while I went to shut the doors, and found I was
too late. A hummingbird had gotten in, but couldn’t figure out how to get out.
We worked for about half an hour, trying to shoo him towards the door, or to an
open window. But he was panicked and just kept trying to go through the
ceiling. As we neared 45 minutes, and after Jacob and Sabrina had joined us in
our chase, he was clearly getting exhausted. I was using a broom to try to
force him towards a window when I accidentally, yet gently, caught him between
the broom and the ceiling. Julianne got a bag, we pushed him in, took him to
the window, and he flew out and up and off, seeming just fine. What an
adventure.
The hummingbird in our house |
We got going on soccer, unpacking, etc. We had waffles with
homemade mix from wheat we had ground. We had fun together, and got a lot done.
I went to my parents’ house and watched my dad while my mom did some stuff. It
was fun to visit with him, though sometimes he is so with it and sometimes so
confused. He wanted me to help him go home, but we were home. He wanted me to
help him get up and get going so he could have a somewhat normal life, but I
can’t help him with that. It was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same
time. But I am glad to help.
That evening I barbecued, my first time in forever. It was
sooo tasty. Yea! We also went and watched Olympics, but I kept falling asleep.
On Sabbath/Sunday (weird that those coincide here), I got up
early again, but not quite as early. I went to our back porch and enjoyed the
wonderful morning air and wrote in here and emailed thank yous to people. We
had a family breakfast and discussed what we should do to make our Sabbaths
here more holy. We worked on family history work. To begin with there was too
much goofing around, and it didn’t work well. So we postponed until after
church. When we tried it later it went very well, largely due to how good
Julianne is at this kind of thing. I feel like some inspired things came of it.
Church was great. In some ways it was weird to be back.
There are lots of new people there and it was fun to meet them and also to
catch up a bit with all the people we have known. In some ways it seems like we
never left. Jerusalem seems increasingly like a dream. A very good dream. A
life changing dream. I hope the dream continues to inspire us, uplift us, edify
us, transform us, and haunt us for a very long time. We have been blessed to
live this dream!