The journey has been so full of emotion and meaning, and it is hard to put into words all that I think and feel at this point in time. Anne, Amy, and I will share our reflections next Wednesday, March 14, as part of our Lenten dinner program at GPC, so I guess we have a few days to put this jumble of thoughts and emotions to words.
Today was more on the emotional side than anything. We visited the Yad Vashem Holocaust Museum here in Jerusalem, so you can imagine how that might impact a person.
What struck me most is the thought of husbands torn from wives, and children separated from parents. In a literal flash, whole families were ripped apart, never to see each other again. I can only imagine what it is like to lose my wife or children in a flash.
It happens. Maybe not in something as big as the Holocaust, but we can lose loved ones in a flash. Each moment is precious.
I also think about if my children (or their whole generation, for that matter) properly understand things like the Holocaust. We can't take it for granted that the next generation "gets it." I think I might need to plan a trip the Holocaust Museum in D.C. the next time we go to visit Grandma, at least for the oldest two.
We wrapped up the evening listening to a world class harp/guitar/folk musician play all types of ballads and I was tearing up like a baby.
I'm a mess today. Probably just miss the family.
On an up note, we descended into Hezekiah's Cave. This is where King Hezekiah had his men dig a tunnel from opposite ends to redirect water to inside the city gates (during Assyrian invasion).
We were right there, where pick axes did their work 2,700 years ago.
Tomorrow we visit the Garden Tomb (a possible location for Jesus' burial), the Garden of Gethsemane, the Mount of Olives, and then head for Tel Aviv.
See ya'll when we see ya'll.
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