Wednesday, November 30, 2005

A Gorgeous Sunset Over Tiberias

The Cave at Qumran

Me on a Camel!

Me, My Mom and My Grandma at the Garden Tomb

The Wailing Wall
It was the most spiritually moving moment of my trip.

Sea of Galilee

My Mother and I

Joy at the Wailing Wall

View of the Mt. of Olives

I am actually floating (no hands!) in the Dead Sea!

Caesarea Philippi
Roman, so it was amazing

Monday, November 28, 2005

Well, I guess its time to officialy begin my blog. And when faced with writing an exegetical paper as my only alternative, I will allow anything to distract me. I have just recently returned from Israel with lots of crazy stories to tell about my week with Benny Hinn. It was a conflicting trip! The faith of my childhood clashed with my current faith. I have never realized how true the term "bubble" is of our worlds. We begin to think that some beliefs are obvious and take them for granted. I felt like an outsider the whole time and struggled to remember that my version of Christianity is not odd or heretical. The people pleaser in me wanted to be the perfect, tongues-speaking, prosperity-thinking little Christian girl, but the ethicist in me wanted to prophetically speak against individualism, materialism, and judgment. Well, I managed not to do either (sadly). I will be posting pictures soon, including some from my tumultuous thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him.