Sunday, May 21, 2006

And on the Third Day...

He rose again.

We went to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre today which is in the Christian quarter of the Old City in Jerusalem. I was not expecting any experience like the one I had. I knew that the church was one of two possible places of Jesus' crucifixion and burial, but the experience of visiting this place caught me completely off guard. I was in complete awe from the moment we walked into the church. Seeing the bedrock (a type of hard limestone) where Jesus was crucified was unbeliveable. I grew up hearing these stories, and so until this trip these were all just that - stories.

The most amazing experience on this trip thus far - for me - was going to the supposed tomb that Jesus was buried.
This picture is of the tomb from the front. As I waited in line to enter, I was getting very anxious, knowing that I was approaching a very HOLY place. When I entered the first part of the tomb, I was awestruck and slightly weak in my knees.

When I entered the place of the tomb where the body of Jesus was laid (right through that door in the picture above) and go to my knees, I think I truly began to understand what it was really what that Jesus had done for me and for all of us by dying on the cross. I understood why it was so important to dedicate all of my life to Him and while I knew this before I do not think I truly understood how big of an idea this was. Tears came to my eyes as I knelt before the bench. I am not one who usually cries, and yet I was filled with an emotion that I could not really control.

This is an experience I don't think I will ever forget. I will pass this story on to my children and on to my grandchildren.

*These pictures were found off the internet as I have not been able to upload mine to a computer yet*


Anonymous said...

hey, when are you coming back? are you gonna be able to stop by gordon on your way home? if not, that's ok.

love you!!!!!

linda : )

Anonymous said...

Did they tell you the story of the ladder?

It's been up there since the 18th century, originally put up by one of the denominations at the outside of the structure to fix a window. But the other five denominations got really upset, and so they couldn't fix it. THEN no one could agree on how the ladder should be taken down, so it's been up there ever since -- a testament to how well Christians get along.