The Dead Sea loomed in front of us as we traveled from Jerusalem to Masada. The Jordan desert comes quickly as we pass out of Jerusalem, by Bethany where Jesus raised Lazarus, and into wilderness. We saw many Bedouin with their sheep and goats. Masada is always an impressive destination with its palaces and defenses in ruins. Frescos still beautify many walls and mosaics still cover many floors.
After Masada, we traveled to Qumran, where the Essenes lived and copied scriptures. They made their stand there and all lost their lives as the Romans made their way to Masada in 70 AD.
After lunch, we went to float in the Dead Sea. What a wonderful experience! You cannot sink in the Dead Sea because it is so salty and mineral rich. I witnessed a slight miracle while we were there. A family had a young man in a wheel chair. The wheeled him down the ramp and I witnessed him float in the Dead Sea. For me and others, you just lean back and then you bob like a cork. You could even read a newspaper if you wanted. This young man could, for a few moments, be just like everyone else. He did not need special floats, but he was watched like a hawk by a member of his family. His smile and joy was contageous. In the water, his differences did not matter. He was the same as everyone in the water at that time.
How many of us help others to feel welcome at church, in Hartwell, and in our homes. How many of us are truly aware so that those that may be different or have difficulty may feel as if they belong. We may see differences in others, but God sees only possibilities. Maybe the miracle is you and me and not “them.” Just a thought., have a blessed day!
Mike is not that tall. He is standing on the curb and would not let me stand beside him.