brief reflection on entering Israel
Hey everybody! I’m starting my fourth day in Israel and had access to some wi-fi, so I wanted to post a quick reflection on my time here. I’m going to try to get to some specific updates on where I’ve been and some pictures tonight, but this is more of a reflection on the experience itself.
Upon first beginning to wander around the country and associate stories I’ve reflected on my entire life with scenes that I’m seeing in front of me, I was a little surprised by my reaction. I felt a little bit like the kid who loves magic and had been shown how the trick works. True, the trick is still impressive, but by being let on to the inner workings of it, you see that it no longer dwells solely in the imagination. I think having relished so many stories of what happened here, and finding them spiritually significant led to a bit of a feeling of loss. The magic and mystery of my imagination of these stories is giving way to something that is more rooted and incarnational.
Now what has emerged though is a much more earthy and robust appreciation, within a couple hours, I’ve gotten over the shock of the loss of the magic (so to speak), but what has emerged is a more profound realization of the situatedness of theses stories. It may not be the almost mystical experience that I dreamed it might be, but it continues to be profound and I’ve had many moments where there’s been an “aha,” or where I’ve re-examined something I’ve known with a heavier weight behind it.
I am finding myself quite glad that it has already lost the feeling of magic, because the reality that this story happened in a specific place with specific people at specific times actually gives me encouragement that my own stories of interacting with God in specific places at specific times just may be rooted in this same continuing story.