Easter in Jerusalem.

What a revelation. To worship in a church just metres from where Christ died and was resurrected, on the morning of His resurrection. To walk the streets He walked (although those streets are about five metres below the current streets of Jerusalem) To go to the top of the Mount of Olives where Jesus ascended into heaven, then walk back down it to the Garden of Gethsemane.

These things were in the top ten experiences in my life (including marriage and babies being born)

After the deep sense of listlessness and the fear for my faith, I was worried my time in Jerusalem could not possibly live up to what I needed. After all, my faith teaches me that Jesus lives where his worshippers get together, not in a particular place.

But God has said He loves Jerusalem especially. Much of Revelation, the last book of our bible, is about the New Jerusalem, which God is preparing as we speak. And the power of all that, along with studying Revelation itself, has been good for me.

Starting tomorrow I will have more direct comment on Revelations (child-rearing allowing) But today I wanted to say Thank You God for touching me on our travels. Thank You for touching me during my reading of this difficult and beautiful complicated final book of the bible.

Thank You that my dad seems to be feeling better, although he is still gravely unwell. Thank You for my children and my husband, please help me care for them and teach them Your ways.

Please continue to show me what You want from me, my Father God, and thank You for sending Your son, my Saviour, Jesus Christ, to die as the eternal sacrifice for our sins, so that “whoever believes and is baptised may have eternal life with You.” In His name I pray, Amen