
Yesterday I went for a walk after we got back to the Kibbutz,
and sat down on a chunk of basalt near a watermelon field to drink my instant
coffee and enjoy the view. Our Kibbutz is in the Jezreel Valley, not far from
Nazareth. In fact, from where I was sitting, I had a direct view of the mount
which is remembered to be the one where Jesus was almost thrown off, after he
returned to Nazareth and taught in their synagogue. I was at the top of that mount
with JUC about a month ago. This picture is the view I had. It's the pointy one
in the middle. Of course, we don't really know if that was the exact mountain,
Luke just says "They brought him to the brow of the hill on which their
town was built so that they could throw him down the cliff." (Luke 4:29).
Nazareth is just behind that mount, in a little bit of a depression, so you
can't see it from bellow.
Even if that isn't the exact spot, it's pretty neat to think
about Jesus growing up just behind it, and looking down into this valley where
I was sitting. And now, he's in and with me, looking back at it!
This semester I've been a lot of places that Jesus would
have been, but it wasn't really sensational. A lot changes in 2000 yrs! But
mountains tend to stay the same, and I was struck in a new way to think that my
eyes were looking at the place Jesus lived for most his life. Wow. It made me
so thankful that God sent Jesus to grow up here as a human, and also as the
Christ.
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