The empty tomb was just an empty tomb.Mt. Olives’ beautiful view was just another mountain with a beautiful view. The garden of Getsemaneh’s colorful flowers was just a garden with colorful flowers.
I’m not gonna lie, i’m thankful off my socks that i got to experience the places where my Jesus did the breathtaking things he did, but something that i realized throughout the past 10 days in Israel is that Jesus lives, which makes all of these places just that - places.
Its beautiful to see and experience, but something i’ve tricked myself into believing is that you’ll find Him there, and you won’t.
You’ll find him in the love of a team and coffee dates with friends.
You’ll find him in chocolates and chocolates and chocolates.
You’ll find him in cleaning a cave and weeding a garden.
You’ll find him in the souks of old Jerusalem and the streets of the new.
You’ll find him at a wall that towers high to the clouds and a wall that even caused division.
You’ll find him at the greeting of a longed friend - arms wide open.
You’ll find him on a roof trampoline and distant fireworks.
You’ll find him in movie nights with the girls and kindergarten sleepovers.
You’ll find him in tears of vulnerability and laughter too.
You’ll find him in everyday pitas and hummus and bason baths.
You’ll find him in worn out shoes and long walks with heavy bags.
You’ll find him in yourself and other people too.
I lost my heart where Jesus walked on water, yes, but i lost my heart completely to Jesus himself.