The destination…Jerusalem…..you know…the Holy City….the place where Jesus entered on a donkey with children waving palm branches. The place that in the new order of things, will be my home…the New Jerusalem.
The song, Jerusalem, by the Hoppers was blasting through the airwaves of our bus. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2j5uq0rYXA
Some say that visiting Israel is the fifth gospel…everything in the gospels in the Bible come to life. I still remember the stones beneath my feet, the gushing spring where the Tribe of Dan once lived, and kissing a camel.
I’m rather homesick! Can you tell?
As the bus driver approached the city, Tito, our incredible tour guide, informed us that for the first time ever in his 30-year career as a guide, that he was going to take us on a detour. There was too much traffic to enter the city. https://www.britannica.com/event/Six-Day-War
It was the time of the Six Day War commemoration, also called the June War or the Third Arab-Israeli War that took place from June 5-10, 1967. Israel captured the Sinai Peninsula, Gaza Strip, West Bank, Old City of Jerusalem, and the Golan Heights.
Streets were packed. No place for a bus.
We would travel instead to the grave sites of David Ben-Gurion, the first Prime Minister and Minister of Defense of Israel, and his beloved wife.
Tito, the tour guide, stood in front of us, teaching about Jewish names. He used the prefix “green” as an example. Then, he spouted off words like “Greenburg, Greenstein, Green whatever……”
At that moment, my mind whirled back to the genealogy chart dearest birth cousin, Sharon, lovingly made for me years ago.
My grandmother’s name, Myrtle Daisy Greenlees, flashed to memory like neon.
I ran breathlessly to Tito.
“It’s on your mother’s side?”
He wrapped his arms around me and said, “Welcome to the family.”
So faithful and true.
No unexpected detours.
Bends over backwards to bless.
I want to wrap the Israel flag around me and dance for Him.