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March 28,2008/Friday

I had Turkish coffee twice today. I may very well be up for the next 6 weeks straight. It is like drinking heavy mud with a coffee flavor. You only get about an ounce of it. Let me help you understand why one ounce of Turkish coffee is enough. If you were to take that ounce of coffee and add about 6 ounces of water you would have the equivalent of molten lava with a coffee flavor. Maybe if you added a gallon of water you might actually say that is taste almost like regular coffee. After drinking it your teeth are clothed for winter; it’s like each tooth has its own fur coat. If a British person drank Turkish coffee he or she would immediately need dental work. This does not apply to the wonderful and charming British people who I know personally. They are great and have beautiful teeth. Really, their teeth are like fine porcelain handcrafted by God. Anyway, Turkish coffee is stout if you have missed my point.

Tonight I sat in the home of some Jewish folks that we know here in Tiberias, Yudah and Joanne. They served us coffee tea and canapés. Canapés is a fancy way of saying deserts. I love being around these folks. They own the boating business that takes us out on the Sea of Galilee. We actually went out with them this morning.

On the boat, Joanne taught us some Jewish folk songs and dances. I have a list of all the Baptists who danced. I will be publishing this list to the Baptist Convention immediately upon return. I want to make sure that these people are properly punished for enjoying themselves. This kind of stuff can lead to disastrous consequences. I also think that I saw a Baptist look at a vineyard today. I will see to it that he is thrown from the top of Mt. Arbel tomorrow at dawn. You can all thank me later for this service. I will take any donations for such heroic actions.

I love being in Tiberias. The first time I came here in 1992, I began a love relationship with this land. Of course the history is rich. But, it is more than that. I connect in a real way to the heart of God here. It is something that I cannot explain to you. Floating on the sea, I look around at all the places of which I have heard for so long. Sitting on the boat I see Capernaum, Tiberias, the Synagogue where Jesus taught, Peter’s house, the home of Mary Magdalene, the place where Jesus ridded the man of the demons, and so much more. It is surreal.

I know that a lot of you who read this will be people who have been Christians for many years. Continue to read. But, I want to write to people who might read this that may not have a clue why I want to be in Israel.

I am not here in Israel because I am a religious person. I am not here because I feel the need to do penance for sin. I am not even here because I think it mysteriously makes me a better person. I am here because God lavished His love on me and continues to do so. I am not writing this so that I can convince You to think as I think. I am writing this because I have been given the wonderful privilege of knowing the heart of God. I am not saying what I am saying to cause you to change your mind. It is basic and simple. I have been blessed to know God. I am bragging on Him. If He so chooses to change your heart and mind, then so be it. That would thrill me. But, it is not my task or goal, nor any other believers, to do this. Only God reveals Himself to us.

Most of you may find these writings boring and useless. I would say to you that it probably isn’t the first time you have been wrong. I still am having trouble accessing my blog. I will try again tonight. So, if you know someone who is not on my distribution list, please forward this to them. Some people check my blog whose e-mails I do not have.

Talk to you soon,

Tim


March 29, 2008/Saturday

Just a quick update about some things today: We started today by driving up into Kiriat Shimona. This is the place most of you may remember when Israel was in conflict with Lebanon. Kiriat Shimona was shelled with Katusha Missiles (sp?). This city is right on the Lebanese border. We also had a special treat today. We got to go into Lebanon territory. We drove about 6 miles in from what I could tell. It was exhilarating. There were a couple helicopters flying around near us. We left Lebanon and traveled over to Banias Springs, also called Caesarea Philippi. This is actually an Israeli controlled Syrian territory. We spent most of the day in either territory that was once controlled by Lebanon or Syria or it actually was Lebanon or Syria. The point, it was a cool day.

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