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- Day 1
- Tuesday, February 4, 1997 at 8:24 AM
- ☁️ 45 °F
- Altitude: 912 ft
United StatesGuilford County36°5’52” N 79°55’40” W
A False Start

We began our trip at the Greensboro airport. As soon as we had unloaded our luggage from the car, we were immediately hustled into a security area. Because of tensions in the Middle East, security guards ushered us over to a special place for all travelers who would be connecting with El Al flights to Israel. We got through security and had a nice two-hour flight up to JFK Airport in New York. We deliberately got there early because we would be boarding an international flight.
There security was even tighter. After going through the regular security screening, we were directed into a special area for passengers bound for Israel. There we were interviewed by other security officials.
One asked me, “Why are you going to Israel?”
I answered, “For tourism.”
“Do you know any of these other people?”
“Yes, I know all of them.”
“How do you know them?”
“I am their pastor. They are all members of my church.”
“Can you prove to me that you are their pastor?” he asked.
“Uh, let me think,” I said.
He interrupted, “Can you show me your ordination certificate?”
“I don’t usually travel with an ordination certificate,” I said. “It’s in a frame on the wall in my study at the church.”
“Do you have a Bible with you?”
“I am bringing a Bible on the trip, but it is packed inside my suitcase. It’s already being loaded onto the airplane.”
“Can any of these people identify you as their pastor?”
“Sure,” I said. “Ask any of them.”
He turned to my friend Earl and asked, “Do you know this man?”
Earl snickered and said, “I never saw him before in my life.”
Earl saw me go bug-eyed as the security guard went for his handcuffs, and then my former friend Earl began to protest emphatically that he did know me and that he had been kidding. In a moment they were interviewing Earl and me separately. Whatever they discovered must have satisfied them, because they eventually let me pass on to the boarding gate.
Several hours later we were lined up, boarding the flight to Tel Aviv. Glenda casually asked Earl, “Did you find a good place to park at the Greensboro Airport?”
Earl turned pale. He said, “Oh my God! I left my car running with the doors open in front of the terminal building at Greensboro.” Quickly he rushed to a nearby pay telephone and called the airport in Greensboro. They reported that the police had found his car running, with the keys in it and doors still open in front of the airport terminal building. They towed it to a police impoundment area and secured it there. What an eventful beginning to our trip!Read more
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- Day 3
- Thursday, February 6, 1997
- ☀️ 45 °F
- Altitude: 2,510 ft
IsraelJerusalem31°46’42” N 35°13’46” E
O, Jerusalem

Psychologist have defined a definite disorder called “the Jerusalem syndrome.” People will come to Jerusalem and imagine that they are actually here in the time of King David or of Jesus. Some are so taken with the old city that they will assume the identity of some famous inhabitants of ancient Israel and stay here for the rest of their lives impersonating some Biblical or historical person. While we did not dive into the old city as deeply as they do, there is no question that this place is intoxicating. Although none of the members of our party dressed like Julius Caesar or King Solomon, as we visited the sites recorded in the gospels, members of our group repeatedly started to sing the song “I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked.” This song was never intended to be a congregational him, but was rather a solo made popular in the 1940s by George Beverly Shea, the lead singer for the Billy Graham Crusades. Unfortunately after the first two lines our fellow travelers didn’t know the words. It really was embarrassing to go through this musical malfunction at every site we visited.
But I understand their rapture with this old city. It is hard to be here without wondering how it must have been when Jesus walked the steps we saw outside the temple area. As we walked toward the Church of the Dormition, we retraced another stairway that Jesus must have trod as he was led to be tried before Caiaphas. We saw in the basement of the High Priest’s house a holding cell used as a temporary jail. The only way in or out is a small hole in the ceiling. Prisoners were dumped in, and hauled out by a rope. It is nearly indisputable that the body of Christ dropped through that hole. The Crusaders who saw it in the eleventh century also knew of this tradition and believed it to be true. One of them carved a cross in the stone pierced by that hole.
Nearby is the traditional location of the Upper Room and the tomb of King David. Not far away, we visited not only the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, the probable site of Jesus’ crucifixion and burial, but also “Gordon’s Calvary.” Our guide showed us a small brass marker near the Dome of the Rock showing the exact location of the Holy of Holies in the Second Temple. We visited the Church of St. Anne, built by Crusaders, who left the walls unadorned. The echo bouncing around the bare granite nave is ethereal. No wonder concerts are still held here, including some by monks who come to present Gregorian chants sounding as though they were composed in heaven. Less than fifty feet away, and ten feet below the present ground level, away lie the ruins of a marketplace unearthed by archaeologists. Circumstantial evidence and local oral tradition link this spot to confrontations between Jesus and the Pharisees.
The oral tradition locating these holy sites is quite strong. Many of these traditions go back to Constantine‘s mother, Saint Helena, who was here in the late third century A.D. She traveled to the so-called holy land to find the location of all of these sites. She was introduced to elderly Christians around town who had known in their youth other elders who had lived just after the time of Christ. They may have known people who were acquainted with the apostles. Helena’s guides led her to these sites, which she marked by erecting a chapel. Over the centuries many of St. Helena’s little chapels have been replaced by huge basilicas, and with their notoriety arose dozens of restaurants and souvenir shops selling every kind of cheap religious trinket imaginable.
The site known as “Gordon’s Calvary “is probably not the actual place of Jesus burial. It was discovered by an extremely devout 19th century British general known as “Chinese Gordon.” It is unquestionably a first-century tomb very much like the one which held the body of Jesus after the crucifixion. It still has its six-foot-in-diameter round stone disk which once sealed this tomb. Many people prefer it to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher because “Gordon’s Calvary’s” bucolic surroundings are much more tranquil than the overdeveloped commercialism surrounding the probable site of Jesus crucifixion and burial. Gordon’s “garden tomb“ is surrounded by a beautiful little park where one can spend a moment in quiet devotion. Such a thing is not possible at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher..
These churches are everywhere. In fact, I asked a friend, “ What was your favorite place in Israel?”
He thought for just a second, and said, “The Sea of Galilee.”
“Why the Sea of Galilee? “I asked.
“Because it’s the only place in the whole country that doesn’t have a church built on top of it.”Read more
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- Day 7
- Monday, February 10, 1997 at 8:39 AM
- ☀️ 48 °F
- Altitude: 98 ft
IsraelTamar Regional Council31°18’56” N 35°21’14” E
Masada

Spirits still live at Masada. You can feel them.
Not so much at the palatial ruins the hated King Herod built here. He built an armed fortress-palace atop this butte, making it nearly impregnable. This client-king of the Romans is remembered primarily for his jealousy of anyone else claiming to be a king, hence, the slaughter of every infant boy he could find who had been born about the same time as Jesus.
We do not have any extra-Biblical confirmation of that event, but the mass slaughter is consistent with other reports of his character. In the Roman world, geese were commonly raised as poultry. Herod killed a number of his relatives lest they assassinate him and assume his throne, prompting the ruthless Emperor Caligula, himself no saint, to quip, “I would rather be Herod’s goose (in Greek “hus”) than his brother (“huios”).”
The spirits one feels here are those of the Sicarii who died here in the First Jewish War (AD 66-70). According to the Jewish-Roman historian Flavius Josephus, about a thousand resistors held out here against the Tenth Roman Legion for over a year. During that time the Romans built a seige ramp, which is still visible, as are the Roman encampments on the valley floor below the butte.
As the seige ramp reached the shoulder of the precipice, the Jewish defenders knew that they would be defeated soon. None of them wanted to be taken alive, so according to Josephus they made a circle and each man at the same time stabbed the man next to him. A few hours later when Romans soldiers finally occupied the fortress, all of the Jewish defenders were dead and none was taken alive.
Even today newly minted officers in the Israeli defense forces are commissioned in a nighttime service on the top of Masada. Recalling their ancestors’ defense of their nation, each new Israeli officer vows, “Masada will never fall again.”
Israel’s defenders are here. Both the living and the dead. Those are the spirits one senses here at Masada, a site that is as important to modern Israel as it was to their ancient forbears.Read more