Home Again

I am home. 3 simple words that convey a myriad of feelings. this trip has been unbelievable, to be able to walk the soil where Jesus walked, to touch the stones, to hear the sounds, smell the smells, breathe the air, gaze into the faces, hear the stories....

i think that the journey i began on this trip will never end, in fact i have become a part of the journey, a player in the story that continues to unfold and spread forth from this land. i carry the sights and sounds with me as i move back into the routine that i call my daily life, and i will never be the same.

the Gospel of Jesus Christ is a message, a story that is timeless, for its beginning and its end are the same: the alpha and omega, the first and the last, He who was and who is and who is to come. We all carry that story out into the world to those we meet. how we choose to deliver the message and share the story is up to us, but we cannot avoid the call to "come and follow", and then to "go and tell". His truth is woven into the very fabric of our being, it is part of our dna, it makes us who we are. we, all of us, are the tselem, the image of God.

how blessed i have been to have had this opportunity, and how i look forward to sharing my experiences with you. i am planning to upload some pictures soon. for now, it is enough to simply be home, to sleep in my own bed, to enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning with my husband, and to take time to absorb all that i have experienced.
oh yeah, and i have a sermon to write for this weekend too. back to work. :)
shalom,
jan