
Golly, Miss Molly, where to start? We landed in Tel Aviv yesterday, and rode our bus to Tiberias. One of the things that instantly struck me is how much Israel looks like Morocco! Who knew? We are staying in a hotel that looks out over the Sea of Galilee, which is VERY big, and blue, and pretty. No wonder Jesus and his buds spent so much time there! I sat there last night in a porch swing, and smelled the flowers wafting up from the garden and looked into the darkness across the Sea of Galilee to the far shore, and said every one of your names as my way of bringing you along with me. I thought of you again, though not individually, I admit, when I stuck my toes in the Sea of Galilee down by the town of Capernaum. It’s all ruins, now, but it was so cool to walk around and see where Jesus was,
Simon Peter’s mother-in-law’s house, the house of the paralytic, the ancient olive press, one of the milestones that he would have passed by coming and going. Of course, all of those specific sites are speculative, but the city itself isn’t, and I am pretty darn sure that I was at least one place where he would have been. I’m not sure what to do with that in my head, but as I write this, I am about to cry.
We also went to the place where the supposed rock that Jesus used to serve the five loaves and two fishes is. They’ve built a church around it, and as I was trying to take pictures, this whole group of pilgrims from India kept climbing under the “Do Not Climb Under Here” rope, and kissing the rock. So that in and of itself was pretty cool. Then this Romanian group came in and sang and sang and sang. Really catchy. I hummed along, and lit a candle for your sweet Dad, Sue, and all of your family. I am hoping that all that good holy energy has come your way, and given some strength to you and your loved ones today.
Then we ate what they call “St. Peter’s Fish,” and I’m not positive, but I’m PRETTY SURE that the actual fish that I ate was a descendant of the one that Jesus grilled on the seashore on that Eastery morning when Peter jumped out of the boat, “It is the Lord,” he hollered, stripping down to his scivies. How do you spell scivies?
Let’s see, then we came back to the hotel, and I went swimming in this pool that overlooks, what else? THE SEA OF GALILEE! I am carrying you with me in my heart, and am just so overwhelmed to think that I am here in this place. I think that if I started crying, I would never stop, so am just trying to act nonchalant. Tomorrow is the Mount of the Beatitudes (wish you were here, Roger, to quote the Sermon on the Mount) and some other great stuff.
Love, love, love,
Cindy Weber