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From Egypt to the Promisedland 7

March 26, 2007/Monday
11:37pm (Jerusalem)

We left Tiberias this morning. We stopped up on top of Mt. Arbel that is just above The Valley of the Doves. This is the valley that was the major thoroughfare into the Galilee area. This was the path that Jesus would have used. We stood up on Mt. Arbel and looked off at the Sea of Galilee and the plains where all the crops are grown. We were around 1,200 feet above it. It was great.

My dad read the passage about the prodigal son coming back home. We stood on top of the valley that he may have actually come through. We imagined the father being able to see him approach from way above. I thought how cool it must have been to know that he was accepted.

We headed into Nazareth. It is a busy place. We stopped at Mary’s Well. This was the common town well in the day of Jesus. He would have drunk from this well. It is named after Mary only in recent history. Not this year but once before, I actually drank from this well.

After Nazareth, we went to Megiddo. It is in the Jezreel Valley. It is an amazing place. They have unearthed the different levels of the city of Megiddo. It was a major city starting thousands of years ago. Decisive wars have been fought in this valley from armies all over.

We are now in Jerusalem. I am worn out. I will have to blog some later. Please bear with me. I feel like my eyeballs are going to pop out of my head.

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