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Day 9- Jerusalem, Final Day

Shalom everyone. As I begin writing this entry, it is going on 11:30 here. We are in Ben Gurion Airport, waiting for our flight. It doesn't seem real that we are leaving. I don't want to. But I promised myself not to think about it right now. I know I will return again. Israel is in my heart, it is not just something I do or somewhere I visit. It is like home. Every part of this week has been a connection with home, with family. We have experienced so many things it will take a long time to process.

Today was a busy day of touring. We left the bus at about 8:30 this morning and didn't see it again until around 4pm. We spent the whole time walking around the Old City of Jerusalem. The morning began with a tour through the Western Wall tunnels, which go underneath the Temple Mount and were originally the water system of the time. Upon exiting the tunnels, we walked through the Muslim Quarter and went to walk on the rooftops of the market. Strange, you may say...but the roofs are all concrete and stone. So I danced to "Sing Us a Song of Zion" again. Then we went down to the Cardo (ancient roman Main Street, now filled with galleries and shops), ate lunch in the Old City and went shopping in the Muslim Quarter, then visited our favorite artist in the area, Udi Merioz. His paintings are beautiful...many depict the city of Jerusalem.

Once we finished there we went to the Western Wall for a while. That was the hardest part of the day. There is an atmosphere about the Wall that is unexplainable. In my heart I could feel a pull, an attachment. Not to the stone structure, but to the Presence that still rests on the place, to the prayers of God's people. I leaned my head against the stone and just cried. I really did not want to leave. I lingered as long as I could among the women at the Wall. Afterwards I found out that Malkiyah had touched the wall, then leaned forward and put her forehead against it, then kissed it. Wow. Somehow she was sensing something.

When we left there it felt like my heart was being torn apart. I knew that would be my last time seeing the Wall for at least a year, more than likely. Then when we got to the hotel, we said goodbye to our beloved guide, Moshe, who has become more family than guide to us. After we got back to the hotel to finish packing several of us separately went to Ben Yehuda Street to use up the last shekels. I found three beautiful skirts.

We ate our final supper there at the hotel...they call it a farewell dinner. If there is anything I do not like, it is goodbyes. Andrew pointed out to me that we don't say goodbye, it is just see you later.

We will be traveling through Tuesday at about noon EST... I will have to post the pictures from today once we are home. Well, back in the US. This seems more like home. But I know that I will return. I have learned a lot, experienced a lot...and I have been changed in this Land. It has given me a new perspective on many things in life. And given me courage to face anything that might come across my path. If these Israelis could be as courageous and have as much faith as they do, living in the face of terror every day, I certainly can in the United States.
So, for now, shalom from the Land of Israel.

Posted by Jordan Long 13:22 Archived in Israel

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