Oh Jerusalem

One year ago my spouse, Kristine, and I visited Jerusalem for the first time.

It was happening. We entered this holy, hilly, magnificent city.

I was filled with delight. The sight of the Old City and my sense of God’s presence brought tears to my eyes. Every bone in my Semitic body sensed this was precious.

In a few days my head was bowed against the Wailing Wall. The Wall was all that was left after the two Temples were destroyed about 1950 and 2600 years ago.

Again, I felt a deep sense of the presence of God. The event was unlike anything I had ever experienced. These were my people and this was our Wall.

Life is hard. It has its tribulations, some worse than others. This was Shalom, the absence of struggle and the presence of God’s peace.