pilgrimage in Israel and Egypt

2 July 1994

Today we wandered along the shore and up the hillside overlooking Galilee—“come and I will make you fishers of men.”  Washed my feet in the River Jordan, and thought of Black American spirituals, the whole Idea of crossing the river into a better—or another—world.  “Yes we are gathered by the river, the beautiful, beautiful river…”

The trip up Golan Heights, past more fields through a former battlefield which could be easily fought over again.  Lord, save these people from any more wanton destruction.  May everyone have a home in your creation to exercise love and justice.  And may I learn from this trip through this holy land.  Amen.

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