We stepped out of history and into reality on our 12 hour flight to JFK. From there we headed to Detroit and then home. Interesting that before visiting Israel, the US was the only home I knew. I’ve visited other countries and have enjoyed them immensely, but the Holy Land is different yet again. Having returned to the US, a big part of my heart feels out of place. Marching to Zion, the beautiful City of God– I’ve sung that song from childhood. Last week I walked through Zion’s Gate, stood on the mountain and gained a fresh and eager anticipation of the day (maybe soon) when Jesus will return to set up a new homeland under His reign. Until then I’ll take the familiar advice of our guide Tsion, “Follow me, please,” and equate it with the invitation of my Savior. In the footsteps of Christ, from the Holy City throughout Derby City, I’ll follow Jesus and let Him make me a fisher of men!
