A Trip to the Holy Land... A trip of conversion (Cont.)
      
      
        Here are a few of shared experiences from this trip:
      
      
        
          If you love things as they are and love life as it is, please do not
        
      
      
        
          go to Israel!  The Holy Land is a life-changing experience.  A journey
        
      
      
        
          to Israel, to this place that all Christians call “home,” will certainly
        
      
      
        
          change you forever.
        
      
      
        
          I must admit that I was more than a little skeptical about going
        
      
      
        
          on this trip.  My laundry list of reasons not to go included:  It’s a
        
      
      
        
          war zone; security might be an issue; I don’t do well on a bus for
        
      
      
        
          hours at a time; do I really want to be in the company of 174, mostly
        
      
      
        
          strangers, for two weeks; can I
        
      
      
        
          really leave my company and
        
      
      
        
          restaurant for two weeks; how
        
      
      
        
          much do I really need to know
        
      
      
        
          about Jerusalem anyway?
        
      
      
        
          Oh, the excuses were plenty.
        
      
      
        
          But, when Sister Dulce told
        
      
      
        
          me, “Papa said you have to
        
      
      
        
          go,”  I knew I was going to
        
      
      
        
          Israel, like it or not.
        
      
      
        
          Israel has left an indelible
        
      
      
        
          mark on my soul.  Since I was
        
      
      
        
          a child I have heard the gospel
        
      
      
        
          readings with place names like
        
      
      
        
          Capernaum, Sea of Galilee,
        
      
      
        
          Nazareth, Cana, Bethlehem.  Now, I’ve been there.  I have walked in
        
      
      
        
          Jesus’ footsteps around the Sea of Galilee.  It is remarkable to realize
        
      
      
        
          that this is where Christianity began.  I helped carry Jesus’ cross along
        
      
      
        
          the Via Delorosa.  We had Mass in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher
        
      
      
        
          where Jesus was crucified, buried and resurrected.  My ultimate
        
      
      
        
          experience was the 9-hour vigil kept in the Holy Sepulcher with tears
        
      
      
        
          rolling down my cheeks while kneeling at the tomb of Christ.  I had to
        
      
      
        
          ask myself, “How did I get here?” This reluctant pilgrim like everyone
        
      
      
        
          else was called by God to Israel.  He asked me to come home, and I am
        
      
      
        
          a changed man because of it.  Praise Papa for twisting my arm with
        
      
      
        
          the help of a little nun.
        
      
      
        
          Chef John Folse
        
      
      
        
          Papa, as I walked the Via Delorosa in Israel in January, I was
        
      
      
        
          flooded with so many different emotions.  The thought of how much
        
      
      
        
          pain you were in physically, emotionally, spiritually.  I am so sorry that
        
      
      
        
          you had to experience all of this pain.  The fear, the rejection and the
        
      
      
        
          sin you felt for the first time separating you from your Father, must
        
      
      
        
          have been overwhelming.  I also realized as I walked in your agony
        
      
      
        
          that you did all of this suffering just for me; if I was the only person
        
      
      
        
          in this world you would still suffer and die for me.  This is how much
        
      
      
        
          you love me and I am so grateful for that.  Thank you for your mercy,
        
      
      
        
          grace, kindness, love and compassion as I know I am so unworthy of
        
      
      
        
          your forgiveness. I ask Papa that you change me from the inside out so
        
      
      
        
          that I may be made worthy of your incredible suffering.
        
      
      
        
          As I continued onto each station, I became more amazed at your
        
      
      
        
          strength to carry your cross physically, spiritually and so lovingly with
        
      
      
        
          such grace.  As I saw the many locals passing by in a hurry to get where
        
      
      
        
          they were going, I felt an emotion of anger.  How can they so casually
        
      
      
        
          pass thru your agony every day without notice?  Don’t they know what
        
      
      
        
          happened in this Holy place?  Don’t they see how much you suffered,
        
      
      
        
          didn’t they have compassion?  I began to get angry when gently you
        
      
      
        
          reminded me that I do the same thing every day.  I rush pass four
        
      
      
        
          Catholic churches having Mass
        
      
      
        
          or Adoration on my way to do
        
      
      
        
          my errands.  Each morning
        
      
      
        
          I wake only to rush around
        
      
      
        
          without even saying, “Good
        
      
      
        
          morning Papa and thank you
        
      
      
        
          for today, I give it to you.”
        
      
      
        
          Thank you for showing me my
        
      
      
        
          sinful, hypocritical, judging
        
      
      
        
          ways.  Give me your strength
        
      
      
        
          to change from the inside out
        
      
      
        
          to love you more than myself
        
      
      
        
          and to put your will and your
        
      
      
        
          desires first.
        
      
      
        
          Shalane Crick
        
      
      
        
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          Plant the seed, and I will water it”,  God reminded me. This is
        
      
      
        
          how my trip to the Holy Land began.  It seemed impossible to travel to
        
      
      
        
          Israel for 2 weeks and leave behind my husband, 4 small children, and
        
      
      
        
          my business clients.  Yet,  a little nudge from my dear friend  began a
        
      
      
        
          turn of events that revealed to me that nothing is impossible for God.
        
      
      
        
          Plant the seed, and if it is God’s Will, the right doors will open.   A
        
      
      
        
          word shared from  a friend to another  friend, resulted in my three best
        
      
      
        
          friends sharing with  me a trip of lifetime. Leaving behind husbands,
        
      
      
        
          children, and jobs; God had a plan for us to experience the Holy Land
        
      
      
        
          together at this time in our personal  history. The Pilgrimage to the
        
      
      
        
          Holy Land was a  life-changing journey. To see, hear, walk, smell
        
      
      
        
          and touch the  homeland of Jesus Christ brought to life the Bible.
        
      
      
        
          Jeff Cavins and his team had arranged for us to celebrate sacred mass
        
      
      
        
          every  day at all the holy locations we visited and studied, including
        
      
      
        
          The Church of the Holy Sepulcher, Garden of Gethsemane,  The Last
        
      
      
        
          Supper, the Birth of Jesus Christ, The Annunciation, Jordan River,
        
      
      
        
          Mount of Beatitudes, the Via Delorosa, just to name a few.  Each
        
      
      
        
          experience  during this Bible Study Tour  was rich with history and
        
      
      
        
          revealed the intricate details that God planned for Salvation history.
        
      
      
        
          No other trip has made such a lasting impression  on  me. I wasn’t
        
      
      
        
          prepared for the treasures God had planned for me in the Holy Land.
        
      
      
        
          Even when situations seem impossible, say  yes and trust God, and
        
      
      
        
          watch the marvels that unravel for you.
        
      
      
        
          Lorraine McCormick
        
      
      
        
          
            Southern Steps of the Temple