The Holy Land
Posted Tuesday, January 15, 2019 01:26 AM
From a letter to family and friends......
I remember hearing Dad coming down the hallway early Sunday mornings, his slippers shuffling along the carpet. There would be a pause at my bedroom door, and I would plead to myself--"Please, just this one time--let me sleep." Of course, to no avail. Dad was insistent that his three children would not find their way into a world of demonic darkness and required from us regular and prompt Sunday school and church attendance each and every Sunday morning, a regimen we followed since we were very little. For two hours on the Sabbath we were under the guiding light of the Ridge Road Baptist Church-- Until we graduated from Broughton High School, and only then would attending be left up to us..
I can still feel the onrush of holy water going up my nose when I was only ten from Dr. Waley (our pastor) splashing my head backwards and loudly down into the church baptismal in front of a crowded chapel that bright summer day. I came up gasping and frightened, my friends giggling at me from the front-row pew.
Travel Musings.....Israel and Palestine
Uganda is in my sights....
Dan
The Old City of Jerusalem
The Wailng Wall

East Jerusalem outsie the Damascus Gate

A little disagreeement
And a little pizza in the Muslim Quarter from my friends' shop


Jaffa Beach and the Old City of Jaffa in the Distance
Tel Aviv Beaches
Shalom.... :-)
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