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.