The End is Drawing Near

I can’t believe that I leave two weeks from Saturday! I mean, it feels like I just arrived here. People told me this semester would go by so fast, but I always figured I would at least feel like I was gone for months. I look back at my time here and see that I have experienced so much, been to so many places and have so many memories and lessons to bring home with me. Now that I’m back from Jordan, my last field study, and just have papers and tests looming, I’m started to turn my gaze towards home. No matter how much I love this place, it will be good to be home. I think if I was staying longer I would not miss home as much, but since I’m leaving soon I’m trying to enjoy my last few weeks her but also prepare myself to going back. It’s going to be a tough adjustment, but I have trust that God will help me through it, just as He did here. It just feels surreal that in a few weeks I’ll be sleeping in my own bed, waking up in my own home with my family and not being able to just walk for five minutes and be in the Old City or see the diversity that I’ve come to love in this city. And to not see the people that have become my family for the past 3 months…it gets me emotional just thinking about it. However, I know that God has such great plans for us and He is going to scatter us to share what He has done in our lives and the radical things He has done here. All good things must come to an end, but there’s always more good things around the corner, and no matter how much I will miss this place, I am going to be content with being in America, because that’s where I need to be right now. 

Jordan this past week was incredible. It was definitely my favorite field study that we’ve done all semester. I think it was because it was so much less touristy that anywhere we’ve been in Israel. We would drive through villages where no other tourists would be and where the children would run up to us to get pictures. The culture seemed so genuine, I felt like I was walking through everyday life of the Jordanians, not just the National Parks of Israel. Not to say that I like Jordan more than Israel, because I don’t, I just appreciated being able to see a bit of what real Jordanian life would be like. 

We left the school at 6am (there was a lot of sleeping on the bus on the way) and headed the few hours to the border up by Beth – Shean (in the Galilee). The border was a lot more difficult to get through than I thought. I mean, it felt like airport security, which I wasn’t expecting. They were more thorough than I thought they would be, but I guess that it’s normal when you’re going out of Israel. Anyways, we made it through the border in about two hours and then headed to our first site called Deir-Alla, or Old Testament Succoth. This first shows in the Biblical text in Genesis 33 when Jacob builds a house at Succoth and it becomes his camping ground for his livestock. He also travels from Penuel (a place on the route) to Shechem (in Samaria), and he would’ve passed through Succoth on the way. In Judges 8 Gideon chases the Midianites and Ishmaelites through the Jezreel Valley to Succoth. He then has a man write down the names of the elders in the city so that he can know who is in charge and who to punish for problems in the city. There is also mention of Succoth in Numbers 21 – 23 when it speaks about the ‘seer of the gods’ named Bilam. The King of Medeba had asked Bilam to come down from Northern Jordan and curse the Israelites, but instead God intervened and Bilam only blessed Israel. A text about Bilam that was carved into stone was found during the archaeological digs at Succoth and it is a testament to Bilam’s popularity, even when it was written a few hundred years after him. 

Our second stop was a quick one, just to get a look at one of the Decapolis cities named Pella. This spot shows up in the Bible when Saul and his sons are killed at Beth – Shean and the people of Jabesh-Gilead pass through here to obtain his body and give them a proper burial. It also is the place that Jesus was referring to when in Matthew He said to flee to the hills. When the temple did fall, the Jews took this advice and fled to Pella, not only because it was away from Jerusalem but also because it was a Roman Decapolis city. Therefore, they were essentially fleeing to the ones they were running from, but that also kept them safe. 

Amber, Anna & I rocking it in Gadara.

We then headed to Gadara, another Roman Decapolis city where we were able to eat a late lunch. This place was unique to the other Roman cities we have been to because instead of the Cardo (main road) running North – South, it runs East – West, and instead of the Decumanus (the other main road, splitting the city into 4 quarters) running East – West, it runs North – South. Another unique part of it was that it had a church shaped like an octagon, not like a basilica which is common in Israel and Jordan. It is one of the five octagon churches in Jordan and that is not many considered that there are hundreds of ancient churches. This place was completely destroyed by an earthquake in 794 AD. 

Our last stop of the day was Ramoth – Gilead, which was a frontier chariot force city that served as a fortress during the time of Ahab. It is an easy way to enter Jordan from the North just by following the flat desert land to the West and then heading East through Ramoth – Gilead. At the time of 1 Kings 22, Ahab is king of Israel and Jehoshophat is king of Judah. This city was under the control of Damascus at this point, but Ahab desired to have it under his control. Therefore he asked Jehoshophat for his help, but Ahab was quite the trickster and dressed up Jeho (an easy nickname for him) in kingly robes and sent him in first, knowing that the Assyrians would think that he was Ahab. The Assyrians did see him, and came after him first, but the battle did not go as planned and Ahab lost his life in the battle. This place serves as the frontier that Israel could never quite get ahold of, even though they tried. 

Herculean Temple at Amman – I have a tendency to climb things and get myself in trouble!

We spent the night in Amman, the capital of Jordan and the biggest city, with over 2.5 million residents. We were shocked by how Westernized it was! There were Subways on street corners and Starbuck’s! We even saw Chevrolet dealers – see Grandpa, even the Jordanian’s know what a good truck is! 🙂 We stayed in a 5 star hotel, and the food was wonderful and we definitely lived in luxury that night. A group of us went out on the town and walked into the shopping center, stopping at Starbuck’s for the first time in 3 months! I really loved the city, just because it was such a cool city that almost felt like home. 

The next day we drove just a few minutes over to the Amman Citadel, or the ancient city of Amman. It is situated on a limestone plateau with wadis on three sides, just like Jerusalem. It is almost identical to the ancient City of David, except it didn’t have a spring close by because it was about a mile away. It’s Old Testament name is Rabbah and this name was given to it because it represents the deity of the city, which was the chief feminine deity of that time. There are heavy Roman, Byzantine and Islamic footprints on the site, and one of the coolest ruins there is the Herculean Temple. There was also a cool museum on the site, of which my favorite artifact was this skull with three holes bored into it, showing the ancient surgery that was done to help with brain injuries. I mean, could you imagine getting holes put in your skull thousands of years ago with no anesthesia? I know I couldn’t! In the Old Testament David conquers this city and even conquers the fortification around their spring, which is the evidence we have to prove the archaeological finds. 

Entrance to Jaresh

Next we spent about 4 hours at a Roman city called Gerasa, or Jaresh. It is nicknamed the city of a thousand pillars, and it was absolutely huge! We had a lot more free time to explore this site than we have other places because it didn’t have a Biblical story and it was a place that our Jordanian tour guide taught us at. This site seriously just kept going and going! We could turn a corner and just see more of it! There was a hippodrome, a theatre, a church, a meat market, and more! There was even a huge fountain that stood two stories tall! This was one of my favorite sites of the trip just because it was magnificent, it definitely had a shock factor and I enjoyed being able to explore it. 

These two sites took up most of our day and we had about a 3 hour drive to our next place. On the way we stopped at a mystery site, one which we were supposed to take the analytical skills that we have learned through the semester and apply it to these remains. It was quite a hard task, because this place was unlike any other we’d seen before. It had thick walls and arrow slits, but it was not shaped like a fortress. The inside looked like it could have been a house, but why would a house need such fortifications? Then there were animals carved out of the rock all around. Anyways, we were all stumped. It turns out that this was a pleasure house for an outcasted Jew who got kicked out of Jerusalem. Theories are that it was supposed to be surrounded by water, making the outside a huge swimming pool. That would be sweet! 

Jabbuk Wadi

On the way to our hotel that night we stopped at an overlook of the Jabbuk Wadi. This was a lot like the other wadi’s we’ve seen in Israel, just deeper and more awe – inspiring. Dr. Wright spoke about the story in Genesis 28 – 32, where Jacob fights with God at Penuel, which was somewhere in the wadi below us. He gave us some great background on Jacob and the significance of his name, which means deceiver. His character is rooted deeply in His name, and when God changed His name to Israel, it wasn’t changing His character, it was changing what He did with it. Instead of grabbing the heel (the original translator) he was not running with God. Dr. Wright also talked about Jeremiah 17, which speaks of how a heart is more deceitful than anything else, and he told us about how we ourselves are Jacob, with deceitful hearts. It was one of my favorite talks he’s done all semester, just because he brought a new twist on the story that we knew, and we were looking at where it happened! 

The Treasury!

We stayed that night at a hotel about a five minute walk from Petra, so that in the morning we could get an early start. We left the hotel at 7am and made the walk into Petra. You walk for about a half mile down a gravel path and pass a few gravestones and then enter the Siq. This is a pretty narrow path that goes on for about a mile, and just at the end you get a glimpse of the Treasury, and it’s incredible! There are no words to describe it! It’s this magnificent structure carved out of a stone face, with elegant Corinthian pillars and it’s over two stories tall! We took a bunch of pictures there and then climbed 600 ft up to the High Place, which was a place of sacrifice for the Nabatean people. After that we began the climb down and got to see more tombs and animals carved out of rock on the way down. Next we climbed up 800 ft (or 900 stairs) to the Monastery, which is a tomb front bigger than the Treasury but not as exquisite. By the time we got up there we were huffing and puffing, but it was quite worth it! And we hiked up a bit farther to get a great view of the Edom Desert. On the way back three of us took camel rides, which was incredible! I’ve been wanting to do that since I got here. All in all, Petra was my favorite place in Jordan! I can completely believe that it’s one of the seven wonders of the world. 

The Monastery

The rest of our day got postponed because one of the girls in our group tried to follow us down from the High Place but went the wrong way and ended up falling off a cliff and breaking her leg. It was quite scary for all of us, but the Jordanian’s did a great job of taking care of her and she was able to get patched up at a clinic while being accompanied with a few of her friends and our tour guide and Dr. Wright. All praise belongs to God though because she fell from about 30 ft, and God had his hand on her because she should have been a lot more hurt. It put our entire day on hold as we spent the afternoon in the hotel waiting for news and then she took an ambulance with one of her friends back to Amman where they were able to take better xrays and cat scans to make sure there was no brain damage. She was flown home to America and is now waiting for the swelling to go down before they do surgery. Your prayers would be greatly appreciated. 

Riding a camel at Petra!

After that we arrived at our hotel in Karak. The moment we walked in we heard this loud music coming from a party downstairs. Many people weren’t excited about having music on because it was so late, but I got really excited! I’ve missed dancing, and this was my opportunity! At dinner I kept saying I was gonna go join the party, but no one seemed to believe me! However, I  proved them wrong! Our room was down by the party and when I was walking past some of the girls came out and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me on the party. Then I got to dance with about all the Jordanian boys and little girls in attendance and it was the time of my life! I got to dance to Arabic music and learn how to dance to it, and everyone was so friendly and inviting. I got introduced to many of the parents, and I even got to dance with the grandfather of the soon to be bride, which is a huge privilege! This was one of my favorite memories that I will have of my entire semester here. Interacting with the people makes me want to do that more often, just with the genuine culture and the people! I wanted to stay there all night and find out about their lives and what makes them tick! Definitely solidifying my desire to come abroad at least a few more times. 

The next morning we started off at the Karak castle, which was basically just next door to the hotel. It’s a Crusader castle, and it looked pretty similar to the one that I saw when I was in Acco. By the way, last week I went on a field study for my Islamic Thought and Practice class to Acco, Israel which is right on the coast. We went to a mosque, saw the Old City market, went to a Turkish bathhouse, and saw the Bahai Gardens, which is the holiest site to the Bahai religion. It was a pretty relaxed field study and we just got to wander the sites and enjoy them. I especially liked the gardens because they were so wonderfully landscaped. 

Bahai Gardens

Anyways, after the Karak castle we headed to the Church of the Map, which is an old church with a mosaic of 2.5 million pieces that depicted a map of Jordan and Israel. It was a great mosaic (and I can say that because I’ve seen hundreds of them this semester) and we’ve seen the pictures a lot in our travels, so it was good to finally see it in person. I can’t imagine how long it would take to make that! I would have lost patience a long time ago! We then headed on to Dibon, which was the capital of Edom. It shows up in Judges 3 when the king of Moab, whose home was in Edom, showed up in Jericho. Also in 2 Kings, there is the narrative between Mesha, king of Moab and Ahab, king of Israel. Mesha was said to be under Ahab’s thumb, and when Ahab died the Moabites rebelled and completely pushed the Israelites out of the Mishor and regained it as their land. The site itself was not much to see, just a mound of dirt with rocks on it. The archaeological situation is a lot different in Jordan than it is in Israel, so a lot of sites are left like this, unexcavated and vacant.

Our last stop of our last field study of the semester was on Mt. Nebo, where Moses went up to look into the Promised Land and where he died. Boy, this was a heavy one. I mean, this is the end of my favorite class, the one that has brought me all over Israel and Jordan and given me a new perspective on everything I believe in. It’s been taught by one of the most incredible men I’ve had the chance to study under. And just looking out and seeing what Moses saw before he died…it was powerful. To know that Moses had this same view and just trying to understand what was going on in his head got to me. What would I do if I knew I was going to die? And had come all that way and not been allowed to go in? Then Dr. Wright talked about how our life can look a bit like this, with a haze in the distance making it hard to see all that’s in front of us, but we need to just take a step into that haze and trust God to do the rest. It was very relevant to my life because I’m really nervous about going home. Things have changed a lot since I left and I’m really scared to go back and things not be familiar anymore. But I’ve changed a lot, and I’m definitely not the same person and I just need to trust that God is going to be with me every step of the way, and all the changes that have happened are for the best, no matter how hard it will be to go back to. 

This may be my last post until I get back home because I have 3 papers to write and finals to study for and I’m already struggling with finding time to fit those in. So if I don’t post, I’ll be sure to post one last one when I arrive home. Thanks for following! 



Holy Week

This week has been Holy Week, and let’s just say, it’s been one of the best weeks here in Jerusalem. There’s just something exciting about being in Jerusalem over this time! I mean, this is where it all happened! It’s also really overwhelming, because I keep trying to make it feel real, and yet I can’t. I mean, how can I really comprehend that this was the road that Jesus walked on when He went to die? Or that I visited the place where He rose from the dead? It’s all just so powerful, it’s hard to soak in. And I’ve tried to take in every smell, every sound, every song, but yet I still feel like I haven’t gotten enough of it. But no matter what, no Holy Week will ever be able to top this. Just all the festivities, the joy and excitement, and the events have made it incredible. To celebrate it with Christians from all over the world who all come to worship Christ our Lord, together in one holy city is incredible. I just want to package up these memories and put them in a storage box that I can take out whenever I want to, because they’re memories that I want to cherish and come back to. 

Abraham’s Tomb

I’m gonna start back before Holy Week, since it’s been a little while since I last posted. A week and a half ago a group of us went to Hebron. For those of you not familiar with the place, it’s a city in the West Bank that is still occupied by the military. There are 400 Israeli settlers in the city, and there are 2700 Israeli there protecting them. This makes the Palestinians really angry. Plus the Israeli settlers are pretty cruel in the area. When we walked through the Old City, we saw that the Palestinian shop keepers had put up wire about the walkway because the settlers above them throw trash, eggs, etc on them. It was a pretty sad sight. Definitely gave me a different perspective, but I’m taking it with a grain of salt, trying not to let my emotions decide how I feel about the issue. Anyways, we went to the Abraham mosque, which is where the tomb of Abraham and Sarah is located. This is the first mosque I’ve ever been into, and it was quite interesting to see all the elements that I have been learning in my Islamic Thought and Practice class. Then we walked around the Old City for a bit, followed by a stop at a kaffiye making factory. Our final stop was to a glass making shop, where we got to see some employees blowing the glass into beautiful cups and shapes. It was incredible to see their skills! And our tour guide named Majdi, a Palestinian shop keeper who we met in Bethlehem, kept us entertained with his interesting conversations and jokes. We also got to ride in his little car, all 4 of us scrunched in, but it felt so good to be in a car again! After riding buses for the last 3 months, it was awesome to finally be in a car again. A funny moment of the trip was when we were in the car, and Majdi looks back at me and says, ‘Liz, what did Adam give Eve for Christmas Eve’? I think for a bit, trying to figure out if it was a trick question or if he really had an answer, and finally I answer with ‘an apple’. He laughs and says, ‘NOTHING! There was no Christmas! HAHA!’ And then he just bursts out laughing like it was the funniest thing he has ever said, which of course made us laugh as well. Oh Majdi…

Glass Factory

On Sunday was Palm Sunday, and thousands of people from all different countries made their way to the top of the Mount of Olives for the Triumphal Walk into Jerusalem. We’ve been excited about this for while, so on the way we were all pumped up and just anxious to be a part of it. We ended up walking down the East side (away from Jerusalem) to the start of the parade, where we met up with a Latino band, with about 20 people with instruments and traveling microphones/speakers. They sang Latino worship songs, but after a while we caught on to them (or at least the chorus) and got to sing along. The parade was led by Girl and Boy Scouts, then we followed behind. There were so many people! And it was so awesome to just see everyone so excited about Jesus! I mean, thousands of people marching towards Jerusalem is just something amazing to be a part of. And the band got a lot of attention, so it was fun to walk beside them and be a part of it. It all lasted about 3 hours, but it definitely didn’t feel that long! Plus it was a beautiful sunny day, which made it even better. 

I went to Beit Jala twice this week to volunteer at the Jerusalem School in Bethlehem. I was coaching the girls soccer team, but since that was done now I’m just helping in the library and teaching some classes. I love being at the school because I already have good relationships with the girls that I’m coaching, and I love spending time with them. And I also loved teaching this last Thursday, so I’m looking forward to have more opportunity for that. I just feel so fulfilled when I’m serving at this school, because I have such a passion for creating good relationships with these girls. They’re such fun girls and I appreciate their easygoing personalities. I really hope I have more time to spend with them before I leave. But spending time with them is really solidifying my desire to be a counselor. It seems like that has come up so many times in the past few months. I find myself looking at situations from a psychological standpoint, wondering what I can do to help. And I also think in terms of compassion, which is different than usual. I’ve also had a lot of opportunities to talk to people about my dreams of being a counselor and why I want to be one, and that has really been good for me to express those and by expressing them they’ve really become real. I know that it’s my calling, and I have such a passion for working in people’s lives.

Clara, Anna & I at Garden of Gethsemane

On Thursday, a bunch of us went to a Maundy Thursday service at Christ Church, which is an Anglican church in the Old City. It was definitely the best service I’ve had since I left. The music was contemporary, and that is the first time in a few years that I’ve gotten emotional during worship. The Spirit really moved in my heart that night, putting on my heart the enormity of that night and the next day and what that means for my life. It was a very liturgical service, but I find that I’m starting to love the liturgy and tradition here. It just adds so much to the service. After the service most of the church made the (about a mile) walk to the Garden of Gethsemane, where Jesus was betrayed that night about 2,000 years ago. We did a devotion there, and then had time to reflect and wander the Garden. Whew, there’s no words for what I was feeling when I looked at Jerusalem from the Garden. I mean, this was the last view that Jesus would’ve had! Granted, different walls, different temple, but this is his last view before being taken into custody. This is where Jesus sat in turmoil, asking for the cup to be taken from Him. This is the start of those events that changed history. Right there, where I was standing. I just sat there, overwhelmed, trying to contemplate how blessed I was to have a Savior that willingly took on our sin, and allowed himself to be taken. I mean, a ten minute walk and He would’ve been in the Judean Wilderness, safe from harm. But He didn’t turn and run, He stood up and took it head on, knowing the suffering that was ahead of Him. If that doesn’t hit you, then I don’t know what will. 

Tricinlinium Meal

On Friday, Amber, Peter and I went to Christ Church for their Good Friday service and then went to do the Via Dolorosa Walk, which was really cool. This is the Walk that thousands of Christians come each year to walk because it’s the path that remembers where Jesus walked on the way to Golgotha. There were a lot of groups carrying crosses, which was a cool thing to see. We were there in the afternoon so the crowds had died down a bit, but it really made things real. However, I didn’t have any huge eye opening moments during that time, but I can’t expect those at every event. I guess I had just been thinking this would be one of those events that would really get to me, but since I walk that path a lot and have been there frequently, it really didn’t mean as much as I thought it would. However, I’m still glad I did it, for it allowed me to picture the street in a different way.That night we did an ancient Triclinium meal, which celebrates Passover, but it just so happened that it was Good Friday as well, which only happens like every 20 years! We all dressed up in togas, ate Biblical food, reclined on the floor and ate ancient style! It was great.  

Via Dolorosa

Saturday was a homework day. I finally started on one of my 10 page papers, and got a good amount done, which takes my stress load off a bit. I’m writing about the Dhimmi, which is the Christians and the Jews that were under the Muslims. It’s something that is not very well known in the West, and I’m really glad that I’ve come across it here in my studies because it’s really opened my eyes to the roles of Christians here in the Middle East. I’ll definitely post my paper for future reference if any of you want to learn about it. 

Last night we watched the Passion of the Christ. I had never seen it because I was too young to see it when it came out. I knew it was going to be intense, but the reality and brutality of it really got to me. I seriously cried from the time the whipping started till the end. I just couldn’t stop! I mean, it’s one thing to hear a story and read it, but it’s totally different to watch it unfolding before your eyes. I just can’t imagine what it would have been like to really be there. I know I have a better understanding now that I’ve been here and visited those places, but I still have a hard time picturing what it would’ve felt like to see your Savior beaten, whipped, and crucified. And I have such a greater appreciation for Mary too. We in the West tend to try and stay away from everything Mary because of the tendencies of the Catholic and Eastern Churches to put so much emphasis on her. But I think she deserves a lot of credit (at least as much as given to Paul, etc). I mean, she was the mother of Jesus, and she watched him die. I can’t imagine what that would’ve been like. That’s your son, who you tended to when he was a kid and got scratched up, who you followed on his journeys. I mean, that love of mother and son gets lost a bit. And I also just couldn’t get over the suffering that Jesus endured, for us. For ME! He suffered and took on my sin. I don’t deserve any of it, but Jesus laid down His life for me. What a powerful thought. 

Sunrise Service

The next day was Easter. Best day of the semester, by far. I mean, there was no big field study, no awesome ruins, but just the day itself was perfect. I woke up early and left by 5am with a group of us that went to the sunrise service at the Garden Tomb. We had to wait in line, and when we got inside it was packed! For those of you not familiar with it, the Garden Tomb is a place that is a possibility for Golgotha, where Jesus was crucified and buried, but it is unlikely. Archaeological evidence greatly credits the Holy Sepulcher as the more likely place, but the Garden Tomb is a beautiful place that I enjoy going to more than the Holy Sepulcher. Anyways, the service was wonderful. It was definitely a Western service, which made me feel so at home. We sang songs like How Deep the Fathers Love For Us and Might To Save…definitely songs I haven’t heard in a while! And it was just great. The speaker was great, and it was incredible to be in such a powerful place. I’m in Jerusalem…Jesus resurrected here! I mean, how am I so blessed to experience that? It made Easter really come alive! 

Hezekiah’s Tunnel

Then a group of us went to SamBooki, our favorite bakery located in the Jewish Quarter of the Old City. We got lattes (yes, I’m becoming a coffee snob, even starting to like black coffee!) and sat for two hours in the early morning, just enjoying people watching, the view, and talks of life, future, and theology. It was one of those moments where I look around and say, ‘Wow! I am so blessed. I mean, pinch me!’ It felt so wonderful to spend time with friends just reflecting and thinking about the future. And the Jewish courtyard is such a wonderful place to relax. After that we headed back to campus for a brunch with homemade cinnamon rolls! YUM! Then a group of us went to Hezekiah’s Tunnel, which King Hezekiah built that connected the spring outside the city into the city walls so that they could have water during the siege. It was so cool, and it was incredible to think of how much work it would’ve taken! The water was to my thighs at one point, but the water level was mostly mid-calf for most of it. I think I am going to go again before the semester is over. 

That afternoon we had a campus wide event outside, and since it was 91 degrees, it was wonderful! We played some group games like egg on a spoon and water balloon toss, which turned into a water fight! Then we had an egg hunt, and finally we had a barbecue. How good it was to eat American food and spend time in fellowship with each other. We have become a big family after spending 3 months together, and it was so great to play volleyball, talk with each other and just spend a beautiful Easter day in the sunshine celebrating that our Savior was alive! 

Oldie but a goodie – picture from the Dead Sea 

Well, that was Holy Week. It was such a good week. I’m so grateful I chose to come here for spring semester to have the opportunity to be here for it. It really gave me such a real perspective of Passion Week. And the weather the past 2 weeks has been so warm! It’s been in the 80’s, with a few days reaching the 90’s! Now this is what I have been waiting for!

Volunteering at Beit Jala has been good, I’ve had the opportunity to teach a few classes, which has been good. The middle schoolers are definitely a handful, but it’s good for me to have some more responsibility and have to crack the whip a few times! I really miss soccer, but I get to see the girls a lot, which makes it worth it. And it feels great to be helping them out. 

Today I went to Yad Vashem, the Holocaust Museum. It was a great way to spend the morning. It was better than I thought it would be. I mean, I was expecting to walk in and be pelted by graphic images and have my emotions tugged at every turn. But it was refreshingly balanced, just giving a good historical timeline of the events. I could’ve spent all day there, but we only had a few hours so we made the best of it. So glad I went. 

Tomorrow we leave for Jordan for 4 days…our last field study of the year! Only 24 days till I leave Israel, and 29 till I’m home! It’s gone by so fast, but I’m starting to get ready to come home. Can’t wait to see you all in a few weeks.