December 9, 2009
On my first trip to Israel back in 2006, next to the hotel that I stayed at was a popular Israeli Kibbutz (commune). Whenever my brain would flip through the memories of my trip, the Kibbutz always stood out. I was fascinated by its feeling of exclusivity and incredible location- directly off the shores of the Galilee. Although I knew we would be spending time around the Galilee, I never suspected that I would somehow be back to that Kibbutz, let alone doing ministry there.
Green group, appropriately renamed emerald group by its members, had the opportunity to spend time with some old folks at the Kibbutz. The whole visit was no walk in the park. Facing death while the Gospel must remain quieted is tough, but it was no stroll down Dreary Lane either. Those willing and able to speak made wonderful connections with the group. We were able to help out with afternoon exercises, and by exercises I mean the lifting of their arms and legs. It was an honor to meet and spend time with the elderly at the personally impressionable Kibbutz.
As the day drew closer to sunset, we put on our tourist caps and got on a boat to explore the Galilee. Most of our touring experiences made my spirit sigh and my eyes roll. Not this night. It is very hard to believe that storms ever disrupt the Galilee, the water was glassy- perfect. The sun was low, giving every person their own personal glow and the temperature was pleasant. We all danced as the crewmen sang and beat an African drum. After a hectic, draining week in Jerusalem, I found rest. Right as we were docking, the crew played a classic, romantic, American song and the married leaders began to dance while we hooted and hollered. Speaking of, I thought I would introduce you to two couples that are currently annihilating my views on love, God, His children and His creation.
Scott & Dina, Scooch & Shmeena, Mom & Dad. Whichever you prefer.
Devin & Ali. We find out in a few days they’re miraculously pregnant.




