The Chords Bridge is one of the top engineering marvels of Jerusalem. It is beautiful from all angles. Today, however, I saw the belly of a giant snake, a symbol of someone or something with very low moral standing.
“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” (Romans 7:15)
Played pool with a couple of students yesterday. They were beyond ordinary. Check out the light, hitting our table just right. It was extraordinary.
Took over 700 pictures of 130+ kindergarteners today for the yearbook. Neither the school nor I have studio lights or a pro backdrop, so I used available sunlight and yellow decoration paper for background.
Just like many other things around here, you do whatever you gotta do with whatever you have.
This boy — Gorgeous striking eyes he has.
One of the hardest and the slowest long runs yesterday, barely managing through a forest. The terrain was rough and steep, riddled with puddles and pebbles.
Everything else seems manageable after a run like this, because I know that the finish line is guaranteed to be closer with each step, no matter how slow and how small.
“Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.” (1 Corinthians 9:25)
It’s pretty common to see dumpsters set on fire around here. It is just one of those curious things I don’t understand. There is nothing beautiful about it; or is there? Everything in it used to be valuable to someone. Now they are just garbage.
“What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ” (Philippians 3:8)
Skipped the long run yesterday due to heavy rain. Wasn’t any better this morning, with more cold rain mixed with a bit of snow and hail, but not enough to deter me heading out.
It helped that the school was cancelled! 🙂
Mahane Yehuda Market (Hebrew: שוק מחנה יהודה,) is a huge marketplace in Jerusalem with more than 250 vendors. It is almost always packed with people, but not this morning since it’s Shabbat. Large painted storefront faces, however, never take a day off. They all looked at me like I was a bit crazy, jogging in this kind of nasty weather with shorts.
Bayt Sahur (Beit Sahur), a small town down the hill from Bethlehem, at sunrise.
I still do not love running, per se, but the benefits are too hard to ignore, such as watching the life giving sun, rising, burning away the darkness. The light overcomes, every single time.
I was almost deaf after a diving accident in California, some time ago.
Mature Christians usually don’t make pact with God, but I was desperate. I asked Him to make me hear again, and I would live the rest of my life under His will.
Here I was this morning, jogging through alleys in Bethlehem, hearing every footstep echoing off the walls, soaking in its acoustics. Music it wasn’t, yet radiant and beautiful. It was reinvigorating.
I didn’t know it at the time, but the accident wasn’t a tragedy. It was a blessing. It saved me.