Friday, September 6, 2024

Blackness—A God?

 

I recently heard a message on YouTube titled: “The Spirit of Compromise: Part 2 (The God of Blackness)” by Apostle Alton R. Williams of World Overcomers Church; that message was so on point to what has happened to the Black culture. We are so in tuned to our Blackness we have inadvertently made it a god and it is fogging our thinking as individuals. 

 

There was a time when we needed to perpetuate our Blackness because it was shunned and offered the idea that we were less than. There are still moments when we need to sound off; like the cases of missing black girls that do not get the same coverage as our counterparts, and the injustice that sometimes occur in arrest records and court cases. For the most part, I would like to think we know who we are as a people now and have made strides with who we are without having to constantly shout it out. Some of us are so loud with our "blackness" I wonder who you are trying to convince—the world or yourself. Who is making you think you still have to shout it out when it's not necessary? Sometimes you can make a more profound impact if you let your quiet spirit speak for you rather than your mouth. 

 

In recent years the phrase “black girl magic” is constantly used to purport what happens when black talented women accomplish greatness. My dear Black girl, it is not magic…it is by virtue of who you are as a person and your hard work that garnered you the success you enjoy, not the color of your skin. And dare I say it—your success more than likely came from the grace of God.  Rather than give credence to and holler “black girl magic” let your actions and character speak for you, give honor to where it’s due and your blackness will shine without you saying a word. 

 

The most preposterous of all is this notion…we have to vote Democrat just because we are Black. Yes, it was a Democrat that passed the Civil Rights Act (which was a good thing); the Democrats created the welfare system (which is a questionable thing). I’m wondering…what has the Democrats done for us in recent years? I may have missed it so can someone please inform me. Oh yeah, they brainwashed us to think if we don’t vote Democrat, we are not black (some of us didn’t fall for that). This part of being black is the most dangerous part of the "god of blackness".

 

In my last post I issued the challenge to step away and be an individual; I continue that challenge. Most of us are afraid to step away because we fear what our fellow black brothers and sisters will say. We may get ostracized like Tina Campbell; a brave individual I applaud for stepping away and voting according to her beliefs and not the color of her skin. 

 

As Black people we want to see a change with better times for us in our country—my dear Black people that will not happen until we start to vote for righteous issues rather than erroneous party policies; and above all remember to serve the God of creation instead of the god of blackness. 

 

Let us strive to have a peaceful existence in who God created us to be as an individual and not live according to the color He gave us.

 

You are more than your color—stop acting like that’s all that matters. 

 

Lord, please don’t let my blackness lead me astray. I want the courage to step away and follow Your way—in all things each and every day. Give me the ability to see beyond the color of my skin—be bold and serve righteousness from within. The skin color covering my person does not take away from or make me who I am. What I do for You solidifies me in Your diagram. When I shout out who I am let the words of my mouth be acceptable in Your sight and exhibit Godly prevalence through the morning noon and night. Amen.


FYI: Here is the link for the YouTube message I referenced in my opening paragraph:


The Spirit of Compromise: Part 2 (The God of Blackness) - YouTube 

 

 

Friday, August 2, 2024

 

My Individual View

 

So much is being said about the upcoming election particularly in regard to Kamala Harris. When I listened to the different views about her candidacy, I was calmly assaulted with the following thoughts…

 

Black people listen with black skin…we need to stop listening with the color of our skin and start listening with an intelligent mind. You say you are “woke” but you are still sleeping in the oppression of a party that suppressed you. Close your woke eyes and open your spiritual eyes to righteousness. What they are saying has blinded you…listen intelligently to what they are not saying and look realistically at what they have not done. My pocket is hurting, I’m ready to have some money left over after I pay bills. Give me an administration that is more concerned with the economy and morality. A vote for Donald Trump is a vote against where our country is headed if we continue to listen erroneously and follow what our race has historically and blindly believed about the party that tricked us into the welfare trap.

 

You may call me a sellout and take my black card for what I just said. Guess what, you didn’t give me my black card so you can’t take it. Furthermore, if you gave it to me, I quote Queen Latifah in Beauty Shop, " I giveth back". And guess what else…I said what I said and I’m still black (whether I have a card or not). 

 

Now, I ask you a question: are black people individuals or monolithic clones waiting for the controlled black elite to tell us how to think? Me personally, I’m intelligent enough to think for myself and choose as an individual and not a collective culture. Yes, we need to stick together as black people, but we also need to be an individual (and recognize) when black people get it wrong. And not feel like I can’t speak out as an individual because I don’t agree with what the “black folk” say black folk should do because you are black. To quote Sister Mary Clarence in Sister Act 2, “how dare you step out and be an individual”. I’m black, and I’m stepping out…I vote  the way I see things and not because I am “colored” (that’s what we were when the Dems trapped us in their back pockets).

 

Wake up black people…just because Kamala Harris is “black”, went to an HCBU, and is a part of the D9 does not mean she will be a good president. Vote intelligently.

 

Saturday, September 23, 2023

A Blessing...Not Disguised

 




My Impressions and Expectations…


How do you describe a trip to Israel--the Holy Land? Descriptions are beyond words…you experience sights and sounds but the real experience comes from what you feel. Some feelings you can describe with words, others you cannot. Before leaving I had expectations; I spent time preparing myself mentally and spiritually by reading the word and spending time in God’s presence seeking His will for me while there. I expected this great spiritual experience of spending quality time with Him in the places where our biblical heroes made history, particularly our Savior and Lord. What I found when I got there was a lot of tourism. The sites where history took place were filled with modern entrances and buildings with all the things that make a tourist happy. And like a tourist spot there were crowds of people! Because of the crowds and our schedule, spending quality time alone and dwelling in the places where history took place was mostly nonexistent. I use the term tourist lightly because I’m sure no one there saw themselves as a tourist, I surely didn’t, I was expecting to…well, you know what I was expecting. And I’m sure they were expecting and seeking the same thing. I found myself being caught between being a tourist and being spiritual. What a battle!


What made my experience great was the teachings we received at each site. Our guide was totally awesome, she was well versed on every site with scripture, gave us the biblical history as well as current history. She was well connected and could find us spots and places that got us away from the crowds as she taught. She knew how to navigate the land and get us to sites ahead of the crowds. She had God’s favor; you could see it everywhere we went, including the hotels where we stayed.


We had a very tight schedule and visited many places. The schedule sometimes took a toll on my physical being, especially on the nights when sleep escaped me. I almost didn’t go to one site because I felt I just couldn’t make it, but thanks to encouragement from my roommate I pushed through. I must admit I was sometimes listless and didn’t always fully hear all the great teaching we received.


Enough of my impressions! Let’s delve into where we went and what we saw.



Day One – September 1 – Departing Charleston for New York, a special thanks goes out to my awesome coworker and friend Buddy Metts who braved the early morning hours to get me to the airport in time for a 7:10am departure; he got me there with plenty of time to relax and enjoy a cup of coffee before takeoff. JFK airport in NY is a nightmare! I had to take a shuttle to get to the terminal to meet the others traveling from Jacksonville, Florida. The shuttle travels on the tarmac where all kinds of vehicles including airplanes cross your path, I tripped out when I read a sign saying, “stop for airplanes crossing”. My mouth dropped as I watched one slowly roll by. The place is like a maze, good thing they have personnel standing around to ask questions when you don't know which way to go. You have to take a train to get to the international terminal...this train also goes out into the city so pay attention!


SIDEBAR: Have you ever had a moment when you know it is a God ordained moment…I had that moment sitting in the JFK Shake Shack eating breakfast. I looked up toward the window and saw an airplane sitting all alone on the tarmac. The amazing part is what was on the tail of the plane. I will let the picture speak for itself.



That was my confirmation—my trip is a God thing!



Day Two – September 2 – Arrival at Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv.


SIDEBAR: September 1st flowed right into September 2nd making the two seem like one.





Seeing Israel from the air and walking on Israeli soil for the first time was humbling and exciting! Going through customs was harmless; modernized and digital. Not the monster I thought it would be. I, however, got myself red flagged complete with a loud buzzer by being slow entering the gate after scanning my passport. Fear crept in like a sonic! I thought I was going to be carted off and questioned when I saw the security agent coming my way. That too was harmless, he led me to a separate area, scanned my passport, took my picture and opened a special gate for me to enter. My heart slowed down, and I could breathe again.



Our first accommodations were very nice…Herods in Herzliya, an affluent suburb outside of Tel Aviv and home for many ambassadors. The buffet spread for dinner was filled with tons of unfamiliar foods dazzled with a few we recognized. The conversation was, “what do you think this is?” … “I don’t know but it’s delicious!”

 




Day Three – September 3 – We wake up next to the Mediterranean Sea in Herzliya.


      


Our first visit was The Palmach Museum, which was new knowledge for me. Not being a history buff, this story had never crossed my radar. The Palmach is a museum honoring the men and women of the Jewish Underground and their role in helping establish a new Jewish state. The rooms are designed to give you the experience of going through their underground missions with them—poignant and exciting.


           


Next, we traveled to the Herodian ruins of Caesarea by the Sea where the Gospel went out to the Gentiles. We sang worship songs in the theater built by Herod and walked the grounds where ancient games and races took place like the ones in Ben Hur.




We then traveled through the Valley of Armageddon to our hotel, The Ramot Resort, on the Sea of Galilee where we spent three nights.


Day Four – September 4 – The Galilee Region 


Photos of Galilee Region


We begin our day on the Mount of Beatitudes, site of the Sermon on the Mount. Can you believe it! ...my heart is pounding, and I am solemn…as I take it all in.


Photos of Mount of Beatitudes


Unfortunately, this is where the touristy feelings begin. We are standing on the spot where Jesus probably stood when He taught the crowd the Beatitudes. We received great teaching and history but the crowds of people milling around made it difficult to totally focus…not to mention the heat and my camera kept jumping out of my pocket. The Church of Beatitudes was beautiful. Inside the church was a mix of things going on; there were people kneeling praying, sitting praying, and standing looking; one big group was chatting and/or praying in a foreign language with a melodious sound that was beautiful. Because of the multitude of people in there we just walked around the perimeter and exited. The sanctuary portion is very small.


We continue to Tabgha, where Jesus reappeared to the disciples in John 21. This is the site of Peter’s Primacy, a church memorializing Jn. 21:15-17. Again, crowded. We were fortunate to have an awesome guide, Tisha Michelle; with her favor and knowing the land, we bypassed the crowded touristy section and went to a spot she knew right on the water where we had privacy to worship and receive quiet teaching. To actually see the Sea of Galilee where Jesus walked on water was “AWE” personified! Some locals came to the area on boats one blasting music; Tisha knew the secret to getting them to turn it down—they brought a little local flavor to the experience.


Sea of Galilee


Next, we visit Capernaum, the center of the ministry of Jesus. Again, a touristy feel deterring the spiritual aspect you want to encounter, nevertheless, awe inspiring just being there. We found a quiet spot under a tree where Tisha taught from Matthew 9. The area is mostly excavated ruins and artifacts.

Capernaum


SIDEBAR: You have to pay to use the restroom—the paying is on the honor system, I didn’t see the sign, so I didn’t pay…I guess I’m not honest. ☹ Why didn’t I go back and pay…we had left the restroom area when I found out there was a sign. Where were my eyes when I entered that door...


We leave a holy city and travel to a pagan city, Tiberias, where we have lunch and wine tasting at the Scot Hotel. The Mediterranean food was delicious and the wine very delectable!


Lunch/Wine-tasting Scot Hotel


We started our afternoon sailing on the Sea of Galilee. Watching the mountains and the same terrain Jesus saw was majestic and humbling at the same time. It’s an experience you quietly take in as you approach the shore. Prior to that feeling we had fun dancing and singing! The worship was the best of all. My spirit was floating in His spirit like the waves on the water as we sang Waymaker. After the sailing we watched a moving story of an excavated boat found by some teenagers that could possibly have been one of the disciple’s boats—or maybe even the boat carrying Jesus when He calmed the storm …the mystery remains…


Sailing on the Sea Galilee


We ended our day at the recently excavated synagogue of Magdala, the traditional birthplace of Mary Magdalene. The ruins were discovered when they started building a hotel. They uncovered a stone in the synagogue where the biblical scrolls were placed when they were read.


Magdala


Day Five – September 5 – We wake up to breakfast with a view of the Sea of Galilee - Breathtaking!


Our tour adventures start in Tel Dan, the northern border of Israel where we take in the beautiful Dan River. You must be very agile for this trek, lots of rocky dirt trails, and a rock path that requires severe concentration due to its slippery effect. Crossing it was fun! Here, is a frame of the altar built by King Jeroboam to worship false gods.


From Tel Dan we travel to Caesarea Philippi where Jesus gave Peter the keys to the Kingdom of Heaven (Matthew 16). Jesus wanted to be alone with His disciples in this place; and here, is the genesis of His journey to the Via Dolorosa. We saw ruins of the gates of hell (that will not prevail).  Received our teaching by the shady springs built by the Syrians.


Tel Dan/Caesarea Phillipi



Lunch was in a Dru village known for having the best pitas in Israel...they were delicious! We had a view of a lake that was once the home of a volcano. 


Dru Village


After lunch we ascend the Golan Heights, giving us a strategic overlook of the northern border. We have a nice view of Mount Hermon in the distance, Israel's tallest mountain, also known as the eyes of Israel (Dan. 17). Golan Heights maintains security for Israel. We could see the United Nations in the distance (the white buildings in the horizon). Beyond the UN is the Syrian border. There is also an area called the Valley of Tears, named for the attack by Syria and Egypt in 1973; Israel won the war but not without great loss, hence, the name.


Golan Heights/Mt. Hermon


We end our day at the Jordan River. Again, very touristy and glamourized. It looked like we were at a very beautiful amusement park. There were several sections set up for groups to do their baptisms. The highlight of my experience was filming and capturing the baptisms of those in my group. I was thankful for the areas of the Jordan we passed in our travels that gave a more authentic feel of the river. Needless to say, I didn’t get the spiritual experience I was hoping for. Especially after having to compete with another tourist with a big camera for the small spot where I was filming, (she was taking pictures my group will probably never see). However, the joy of watching the river flow and seeing the rejoicing of those being baptized coupled with the thoughts of what that river means to our history overshadowed all the negatives...leaving me with a feeling of calm solitude.


Jordan River off the beaten path

Little River with a Big Name


      Jordan River


Day Six – September 6 – We depart the Galilee region and head for the Dead Sea and our Triumphant Entry into Jerusalem—the Holy City


The Dead Sea was a mixture of rawness and a touristy beach. Because of my fear of open water, I floated for about a half second (although you cannot sink in these waters). The bottom is comprised of rocks and grayish mud; the mud makes your skin feel soft and smooth. There is a section called Glamping designed for glamourous camping. We had lunch here before heading into Jerusalem.


Dead Sea


Our Triumphant Entry – the overwhelming emotions I felt in this moment cannot be described. This is when my heart was pierced and my love for this nation began to grow. We were admonished to prepare our hearts and souls for the entry into the high places. Our leader Mike, and other tour members read orally Ps. 120-134, adding a great dimension to our experience.  As we entered the tunnel to the city Paul Wilbur’s song Shalom Jerusalem was playing in the background, coming out of the tunnel Mike said, JERUSALEM! the song hit the musical crescendo!! and WOW!...what divine timing...setting up a monumental unforgettable experience that brought tears to my eyes.  Fostering a desire to never leave.


SIDEBAR: Pictures and words cannot capture the feelings of that moment.


Triumphant Entry into Jerusalem


Scenery before entry into Jerusalem



Our first stop was ascending the Mount of Olives where we took in an awesome view and received an orientation over the city—an amazing sight to behold. There were peddlers galore and camel rides for the brave.


Mount of Olives


Next, we descended the Palm Sunday Road to the Garden of Gethsemane. Palm Sunday Road is the path Jesus took on His Triumphant Entry into Jerusalem. It is a very, very steep decline, paved and narrow. Vehicles unbelievably are allowed to travel this narrow street, one car coming up had to back down to let a car going down pass; we had to scrunch close to the wall to let the cars pass (pedestrians do not have the right of way in Israel). As we slowly trudge downhill to keep from slipping you can’t help imagining palm branches waving and hearing shouts of Hosanna!


Palm Sunday Road


Palm Sunday Road leads us to a heart stopping adventure...The Garden of Gethsemane! Knowing you are about to enter the place where He dropped sweats of blood, prayed this bitter cup be removed, but willingly made the sacrifice was the ultimate. I was disappointed the garden had an iron fence surrounding it and we could not enter. Thanks to the insensitivity of tourists in the past picking the plants, entry is prohibited. Overall, it was a humbling moment as we received teaching outside the gate from Ps. 116 and Matthew 26.


Garden of Gethsemane


We climaxed the day having dinner with three Holocaust survivors at the Happy Fish restaurant in the Mamilla Hotel where we stayed for the remainder of our tour. The evening culminated in the hotel auditorium listening to the sobering stories of the three survivors.


Holocaust Survivors



Day Seven – September 7 – City of David/Hezekiah's Tunnel


SIDEBAR: Happy 92nd birthday to my mom! I miss you…


The City of David-Where It All Began—the title of a 3D movie we watched to begin our journey on Mount Zion where David united the 12 tribes and made Jerusalem the all-time capital.


SIDEBAR: The humanlike animated narrator of the movie looked like Peter Wagner dressed in Indiana Jones attire.


We descended a spiral staircase to the underground ruins and tunnels. Very exciting! The most exhilarating experience was Hezekiah’s Tunnel. We trekked through water in a long narrow space that was very dark—pitch black dark in a single file line. Thankfully Jacob, a fellow tour member, had a headlamp and led us through the 30–40-minute adventure. Rose, another tour member, was awesome at forewarning us to duck when we came to low ceilings and being aware of holes and dips so as not to lose our footing. The walls are rock/stone and rough. I came out with a few head bumps from not ducking low enough, and a scraped elbow. I think this turned out to be the thrilling highlight of the tour.


Our tunnel adventure ended at the Pool of Siloam where Jesus healed the blind man. Here we prayed in humbling humility for the healing needs and requests for ourselves and our families after Mike’s poignant teaching.


City of David/Hezekiah's Tunnel


We then ventured to the Southern Steps of the Temple Mount, the steps where Jesus would have climbed to enter the Holy Temple, the steps where He (and other rabbis) would have stood at the top and taught in front of the Temple gates. I actually walked on the steps where Jesus walked…WOW!

  

Southern Steps/Holy Temple


Our next stop was the Western Wall, also known as the Wailing Wall. This is the place you really want to be reverent. However, as with other popular holy sites it was very crowded; we were there on a day Bar Mitzvahs are allowed; complete with lots of joyous celebrations! It took patience to get to a spot on the wall. With the significance of the meaning behind this place you steal away inside yourself and connect with the Holy Spirit as you place your hand on the wall and pray. Then you look for a crack to place your prayer without disturbing other prayers…unfortunately, not disturbing is hard to do. It apparently happens all the time as there were many prayers on the ground. The fortunate thing is they were once on the wall and are still at the wall, so God knows. I’m sure by now my prayer is on the ground, but He heard me and knows my heart.


Western Wall


Our last stop of the day was Yad Vashem Holocaust Museum. If I didn’t fully understand the disturbing plight the Jews suffered…I do now. Humbling—and sad.


View from Holocaust Museum


Day Eight – September 8 – The deserts of Qumran and Masada


Qumran is the home of the caves where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found, the oldest scriptures in existence. On this day, if you look very closely in one of the caves you see a little goat just inside the doorway taking refuge from the sweltering heat.


Qumran/Dead Sea Scrolls


From Qumran we ascend to Masada to the site where Herod built a fortress for himself and his family. The adventurous way up the mountain is The Snake Path which consists of a 700+ step winding path that takes about 35 – 75 minutes to climb, depending on your fitness level. Due to the heat that day, which was between 103-104 degrees, the path was closed, so we take a cool cable car. Masada is also the site where the last Jewish stand in the land took place against the Romans in 73AD.


SIDEBAR: This is the site I almost didn’t make it to. I surprised myself once there with rejuvenated energy to brave the heat. I had no idea how hot it would be when I almost didn’t go. God is good…at getting you to do what you think you can’t do.


Masada


Day Nine – September 9 – Old City Jerusalem/Pools of Bethesda


We begin our morning at the Pools of Bethesda where Jesus healed the paralyzed man. And once again, crowds galore! As favor would have it, Tisha finds a quiet spot under a tree right beside the ruins of the pool to give us another awesome teaching. We then go inside the Church of St. Anne believed to be built over the site of a grotto, which was originally the home of Joachim and Anne, parents of the virgin Mary. The acoustics in this church are phenomenal! We sang at the altar and sounded like a full-on choir of angels.


Old City Jerusalem


Pools of Bethesda



We are now approaching the place I have dreamed of walking for a long time…the Via Dolorosa. And wouldn’t you know it…touristy and crowded. Again, you have to really focus inside yourself to get in the spirit of what actually took place along these corridors, or you could get caught up in the busyness. I was able to capture some of the numbers of the 13 stations of the cross. What once was sacred is now a thriving marketplace with everything you would want including an ATM machine. Oh, how I wanted to take in the significance of where I was walking but I had to keep up with the group and watch out for motorbikes and carts carrying bread. At the end, the magnitude of where you were just walking hits you when you stand before the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, the final station of the Cross. Your heart is overwhelmed at the realization that you just walked where Jesus carried His Cross—just for me! WOW!!


Via Dolorosa


SIDEBAR: One of our states is represented in Israel, complete with their slogan - The Heart of Dixie. The phrase “roll tide” couldn’t help slipping across the lips of some of our group members coupled with surprised chuckles at seeing Alabama on the Via Dolorosa…go figure.


We exit the Via Dolorosa into the Jewish Quarter where things are quiet…it is the Sabbath...no one is around...except for those in full attire coming from the synagogues where they were praying.


Jewish Quarter


We continue to the Upper Room commemorating the Last Supper (not the actual place where it was held). From there we visit the House of Caiaphas where Jesus spent his last night imprisoned. There is also a monument commemorating Perer’s denial.


Route to Upper Room


Upper Room/Last Supper


House of Caiaphas



With a dichotomy of feelings, we head to the bus to have lunch at a little quaint café on the Mount of Olives.


Lunch on the Mount of Olives


Our next stop was the best—The Garden Tomb. The place where He was laid before His Resurrection. Entering the tomb is a sobering exciting feeling, seeing the place where He lay is a breathtaking moment. The jubilance is exiting the tomb knowing that He is not there because He rose to a glorious triumph! Adding to the jubilancy was taking communion in the Garden, then worshiping with reverence and elevated praise in the center of a holy place! What a feeling!


Garden Tomb


Our last meal in Jerusalem was at the Roof Top Restaurant of the Mamilla Hotel where we enjoyed our stay for four nights. The night view was a sight to behold.


Farewell Dinner Jerusalem



Day 10 – September 10 – Sadness…our last day - Tel Aviv


We visited Tel Aviv's colorful Shuk Ha Carmel Market. Where we strolled through the market and enjoyed the vibrant fruit, vegetable and spice stands, flower shops, souvenirs and a bakery. We had lunch at different authentic Israeli food stands and cafes. Back on the bus we pass by Jaffa, where Jonah set out for Nineveh, and Peter had his vision while staying at the Home of Simon the Tanner. We visit Pastor Avi’s tower with an awesome view of the city from the 18th floor. Worship and praise led by Emanuel Roro was remarkable! We end our time by praying in all directions for the nation of Israel through open windows. 


SIDEBAR: Pastor Avi Mizrachi and His wife Chaya are the founding pastors of Adonai Roi Congregation and Dugit Outreach Ministries in the Tel Aviv—Yafo area. Their goal is to faithfully share the life-changing Good News with the people of Israel through personal relationships, exceptional hospitality, and outreach events. The VIP Prayer Tower is currently the only prayer room located in downtown Tel Aviv. The ministry regularly welcomes local believers to join them for prayer and worship. They also welcome visitors from all over the world (like our group) to come pray with them from the 18th floor which provides panoramic views of the city. Their team also goes out into the streets for worship and prayer events monthly.


Tel Aviv


Avi's Tower


Our next visit is the David Ben Gurion Museum, the home of the first Prime Minister of Israel, the airport is named for him,




For our final time in Israel, we enjoy a farewell dinner at a local Tel Aviv café on the Mediterranean taking in a beautiful sunset before heading to the airport for departure away from this glorious land and back to civilization.


Farewell Dinner on the Mediterranean




My final impression


This was indeed the trip of a lifetime. I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of every day. Israel now has a special place in my heart. I want to return! I am also more cognizant of praying for the peace of Jerusalem. (Ps.122)


Reflections

The food was totally awesome, and that says a lot coming from a person that is not a foodie and only eat to live. It was very healthy with vegetables at every meal... including breakfast. Each hotel had an enormous buffet set up with a plethora of foods to choose from; choosing some of it was adventurous.  I thoroughly enjoyed the falafels and shawarmas we ate on the road.

The hotel personnel are servant oriented and eager to serve you with a smile and cater to your needs.


The peddlers on the streets are aggressive and will barter excessively to get your money, even give you something for free to get your business.



Tisha Michelle,
was an awesome guide and teacher; I call her Encyclopedia. I mentioned in the beginning the favor she has; it comes from God and people.



 
Udi,
our bus driver was phenomenal, fun and friendly; he could get that bus in and out of any place including jumping curbs if necessary. He and Tisha have been working together for approximately 15 years, she calls him a driving magician.


Mike Hohman of Eagles Nest Ministries International (ENMI) was the organizer and leader of our group. He too is a great teacher and passionate about Israel. He will be leading another tour in 2025.


 Including 2 days in Greece

 2025 Tour Information


The brevity of my experience cannot be fully described. Every day since my return home I cannot stop being there. Every morning I listen to Shalom Jerusalem and go through my photos. I let the album Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem play throughout the day and praise when the spirit hits. I feel like I'm still there and want to be there still ...I can't let go...


However, I am here. Thank you for following me on this adventure of a lifetime.


God bless!


Additional Photos


Arrival at Ben Gurion Airport


Herods Hotel Herzliya


Mamilla Hotel and Mall in Jerusalem


Israel's Landscape


My new bucket list: return to Israel...and linger...

Thursday, August 24, 2023

Purple Roadtrippers

Our cross country trip ended sooner than we expected. We felt it best to get Lana home to see her primary care doctor and get healthy under his care. There was more to the trip that did not get posted and I will not post at this time because we are now preparing for a trip to Israel. As of this posting we have 8 days until takeoff! We are so excited! Stay tuned!


 Day Four - Monday, Sep 13, 2021


An unexpected detour in our journey where an earlier diagnosed medical condition caused Lana some discomfort sending us to the nearest hospital 70 miles from Beatty in Pahrump, NV.



Day Five - Tuesday, Sep 14, 2021


A Beatty Extension and a Ghost town

Our hospital detour culminated in a third night in the El Portal…our desert oasis; and a visit to Rhyolite, a once booming town with a population of 800 back in the 1900s now a ghost town in ruins. 


We ended the day with the sun setting over the desert.


Our extended stay afforded us the opportunity to visit the Beatty Museum
 


Day Six - Wednesday, Sep 15, 2021




Thursday, October 7, 2021

Purple Roadtrippers—Praying Across America

 


 Day Two - Saturday, September 11, 2021


Pacific Grove, ButterflyTown, USA

A beautiful quaint touristy town with spectacular ocean views. The butterfly sanctuary was a little underwhelming, the butterflies had not yet started to arrive. Lana’s photo made me look like a butterfly. 


                                                              


Pacific Grove, CA aka Butterfly Town, USA

                                                        

Unfortunately, due to CDC guidelines the lighthouse we visited was closed. We did get a plethora of information from one of the volunteers on duty.


Click the link for more information on Butterfly Town, USA    

          

When traveling one would like to travel light, however, that was not the case in my car. To remedy the situation we took a detour to a Target in Hollister, CA to buy bins so we could repack the car. Organization makes a huge difference! It changes your whole demeanor, like finally being able to drop a load.

 

Feeling better about the way the car was packed we headed for Kings Canyon and the Sequoias! Despite the eminent danger of wildfires lurking in the forest threatening to overtake these beautiful national parks we were determined to see the spectacular giant trees and walk the trails leading to other magnificent sights. With nightfall looming we searched for a place to sleep. Hotels for miles around were packed. We finally found a vacancy near the parks in another quaint little town called Three Rivers at the Western Holiday Hotel, pristine is not the word I would use to describe this hotel with such a festive name… (the name and the experience did not match). The good part, praise God, is we found a place to rest.

 

As we settled in we took a moment to remember the tragic events of this day 9/11/01; and pray for the families affected by the tragedies in Afghanistan.

 

Day Three - Sunday, Sep 12, 2021

 

Sequoia and Kings Canyon

Wildfires…trail closures…and restrictions.


Morning brought despair when we learned the entrance to Sequoia near where we were was closed along with some of the trails; and the nearest opened entrance was a little over an hour away. Still determined we set out to see the entrance and photograph the sign even if we couldn’t enter. As we approached the sign it donned on me how we and the other people parked outside the entrance was taxing the park rangers by still trying to visit the park as they dealt with protecting the forest AND the curious visitors that couldn’t take no for an answer. They were gracious in not shutting down the entire park and allowing us to still enjoy the natural beauty of God’s creation in certain areas...oh but how much easier for them it would have been if they had not had to man the closed entrance and tell us to move our vehicles so we would not block the path for emergency vehicles that may have to come through. How we sometimes push when we want what we want even in the most dire circumstances.

 

Seqouia and Three Rivers

After deciding not to push (as some visitors did) or take the hour+ drive to the open entrance to Kings Canyon we headed toward our next destination where for the first time we had reservations and knew where we would sleep. We took a rest break in Bakersfield, CA and enjoyed a leisurely picnic lunch in a serene park called The Park at River Walk

 

The California Desert and Death Valley

Leaving Bakersfield led us to another roller coaster ride...this time through the desert! When we reached the most thrilling parts guess who’s turn it was to command the controls…yes, lead-foot Lana.

 


The temperatures fluctuated in the 90s and 100s going as high as 111, sitting mostly at 101 degrees. Praise God for air conditioning which we had to turn off for 10 miles as we ascended the elevation changes. It was an interesting (boring) ride traveling through a furnace and a stovepipe…WAIT! those were actual names of some of the places we passed through—Furnace Creek and Stovepipe Wells. Stovepipe Wells had a visitors’ center and a museum…both about a minute big. We also passed a sign leading to Hell’s Gate, fortunately, we did not have to experience that route. 


We crossed the border into Nevada around 7:09pm where we lodged for two nights in the desert town of Beatty at The El Portal Motel; we made reservations here sight unseen but found it to be very prophetic right down to the flag on the side of the building that gave us confirmation and peace. There we took a moment to rest, regroup, debrief, repent, and reflect on the lessons learned thus far in the way our trip had gone. This little town became our oasis in the middle of the desert—for more reasons than one.

 


Donkeys along the highway was a common site in Beatty.
They even stand in the middle of the road.

Beatty offered a plethora of information and itineraries for visiting Death Valley. Unfortunately, arriving in Beatty meant Death Valley was in our rearview and the thought of returning to the stovepipe furnace for a hell’s gate experience was not a very refreshing thought.


Stay tuned for more days to come...

The Purple Roadtrippers 💜



Wednesday, September 22, 2021

 

Purple Roadtrippers—Praying Across America



As promised the long-awaited blog…




Disclaimer for lateness: Technology sometimes has a mind of its own as well as the humanness of humans; sometimes they work together and sometimes they don’t…however, this is the first entry in the series of The Purple Roadtrippers—On the Road


When one sets about with their plans one never knows if those plans will come to fruition, and if so, how they will play out. When Lana and I started our plans for our cross-country trip we very excitedly planned to see many sites and do wonderful things to proclaim our nation for the Kingdom of God.

As we prayed and planned God gave each of us scriptures to commence our journey. Reflecting on how our trip progressed and ended one scripture stands out as I write this: Proverbs 16:9, “We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps.” (NLT).  All things did not go as we planned, and we felt as if we did not accomplish for God what we set out to do...which is probably why He gave us Pr. 16:9.  We made our plans...we have yet to determine what His purpose was in the way our steps progressed while on the road.

Our journey had some ups and downs but in the long run it was an enjoyable ride praying and taking in the beautiful scenery of God’s creation. So sit back and read how we saw this trip unfolding day by day.


Day One - Friday, Sep 10, 2021


We left San Diego around 8:00am. The drive to Los Angeles was uneventful yet filled with excitement of what was yet to come.

 

Our first stop:

Azusa St


We were fortunate to find parking right at the site marker with time already on the meter (a little nugget from our Provider). Though we used most of the time looking for a restroom we returned at just the right moment to feed the meter. A quarter gave us 8 minutes, 2 quarters gave us 15…15 minutes to pray and claim that area of LA for the kingdom. The sign ironically is located near a Buddhist temple in a section of town known as Little Tokyo. Let’s pray this area is reclaimed for Jesus!

 

                                  

FYI: Information on What was the Azusa Street Revival? (dayandnight.org) 


Next stop:

Bonnie Brae House

                                 

Again, we were fortunate with parking, found a spot right in front of the house. Unfortunately, it was closed and gated; calling the number posted on the house revealed we had just missed the person that was there and could have let us in. We prayed outside on the sidewalk.

FYI: Information on Bonnie Brae house: Charisma Magazine


We then set our GPS for Big Sur and the long-awaited drive up the Pacific Coast Highway! And what a thrill it was! The first stretch of Highway 101 is a four lane highway also considered Hwy 1 Pacific Coast Highway, that portion took us an eternity to get to the thrills of the two lane portion that brought the most joy. We wondered several times if we were on the right road. Asking for directions works wonders even in the age of GPS and Apple maps. The friendly young fellow we asked directed us right back to where we took the exit to continue on the route we were traveling. Patience is a virtue.


Pacific Coast Highway

The views on this Highway were awesome! Well worth the drive. Winding roads with deep snake-like curves overlooking a huge drop down to the ocean on our left and mountains to our right…a thrilling experience equivalent to a roller coaster ride with lead-foot Lana operating the controls (fortunately the Holy Spirit operates her). It was interesting to see large metal nets covering the mountains as we passed through the rockslide areas. The best views were in the most dangerous stretches of the highway with no place to stop and take in the beauty of God’s creation. Beauty was also seen in the sky; in the distance in one stretch the clouds in the horizon looked like waterfalls cascading into the ocean. The magnificent majesty of our Creator was seen on this highway! Photos do not do it justice because as mentioned some of the most majestic views could not be photographed.


                                                                                

Big Sur

Our first chosen inspirational destination was sort of a bust, the town wasn’t really a town; just rustic cabin-type buildings nestled in the trees along the highway between the two parks that were on our list for this area (Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park and Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park). Not a city or even a small town—a quaint little drive-thru town without a mayor. 

Seeing a waterfall was big on our list, as we passed Julia Burns excitement clamored inside us both to see the sign for the waterfall. Several miles down the road we saw the Pfeiffer Big Sur sign and knew we were in for a treat once we found lodging. When we passed the log cabin post office sitting among the trees, we had no idea we had reached the town and was leaving the town when we stopped at the River Inn that had no vacancies…lodging full. To our dismay we drove 30 more miles to Monterey and stayed at a Super 8 motel. Our weary bodies had no desire to drive backwards on the snaky highway we had traveled with intrepid excitement filled with some very nervous moments. We settled for the night in Monterey and set our sights for Pacific Grove, CA aka ButterflyTown, USA! 


(Sorry, no photos in the town of Big Sur...night had fallen. Although, the shots of Pacific Coast Highway is considered Big Sur according to the labels on my iPhone.)

That completes Day One.


Until next time, enjoy your time in the presence of God,

The Purple Roadtrippers 💜