Time may pass, but our history breathes new life into every stone, edifice and heart still beating in the crucible of Jerusalem—a land of legendary legacy.
It’s no secret that the sands which stretch their arms wide to cover the miles and miles of holy land behold the footsteps of those whose acts of kindness and goodwill towards humanity echo in eternity.
I was enamored, and pulled right in. The gravity of one’s imagination—when faced with evidence of the words and actions of those in our most cherished and everlasting parables and stories—is insurmountable.
And yet, when you stand atop the promise land, and bathe in the eternal light—pouring in through the windows which have seen it all—it feels like you can hold time, itself, in your hands.
Everyone has a preconceived notion or self-fulfilling image of what this is all supposed to be like—and what it’s supposed to mean. For thousands of years, we have built up the majesty of this place. But—seeing it in person—you really feel like you are taken back in time, and for a brief moment, you get to live alongside and inside these stories. Everything feels the same—as if it has been unchanged for thousands of years.
It’s an emotional experience—everything your mind has invented to represent these people; these places; your imagination grows ten times larger. And then, you realize, although you can literally touch the stone, the flesh and bone which created this legacy is thousands of years away.
It gives depth to the idea of prayer, soul to the idea of faith, and power to the idea of just how much humanity has evolved over time.
It’s an emotional experience—everything your mind has invented to represent these people; these places; your imagination grows ten times larger. And then, you realize, although you can literally touch the stone, the flesh and bone which created this legacy is thousands of years away.
It gives depth to the idea of prayer, soul to the idea of faith, and power to the idea of just how much humanity has evolved over time.
The brevity of life is felt when you see petal and leaves of flowers and trees which have woven their roots, untouched, for thousands of years.
This is the promise land—promising that your life has purpose, somewhere, if you have the courage to find it. For the greatest names by which we make our own names, sought to create a world in which they could find and live out their own purpose—if nothing more than for future generations, whose words and breaths have echoed those very sentiments and purpose up to this very day, and every day hereafter.
This is the promise land—promising that your life has purpose, somewhere, if you have the courage to find it. For the greatest names by which we make our own names, sought to create a world in which they could find and live out their own purpose—if nothing more than for future generations, whose words and breaths have echoed those very sentiments and purpose up to this very day, and every day hereafter.
For when we falter, and let voices that perverse the truth, we lose.
And we must remember, and never forget, that to begin again, we must always lead with a helping hand—and like those who walked these lands before us—always create harmony through understanding, and peace.
And we must remember, and never forget, that to begin again, we must always lead with a helping hand—and like those who walked these lands before us—always create harmony through understanding, and peace.
