Two days ago, with sweet sadness, we got into a minivan that took us from the Rift Valley Children’s Village to the lodge near the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro, and even closer to the airport. The next morning we flew from that airport to the beautiful island of Zanzibar then to Dar Es Salaam where we changed planes and flew to Johannesberg so we could catch a flight to Tel Aviv. For those of you with recollection of geometry, we have refuted the axiom that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.
We feel so very privileged to have had three weeks in Africa. We met many saints, had many God sightings and come away with gratitude for all those who do God’s work in this stunningly beautiful part of the world. It will take some processing to absorb it all. The needs defy comprehension.
And this morning we woke up at the Tel Aviv airport. We are staying at St. George’s Guest House right outside the walls of Old Jerusalem. It is the fulfillment of a dream I’ve held for a long time, to see this holy place and feel its holy power. We will be here for about five days. Frances brings me to amazing places.
A great bonus: David Stout, one of my best friends, one of the priests I admire most is staying at St. George’s as well with his partner, Bobby Clement. It’s going to wonderful to have them with us this week.
It’s pouring rain right now. As soon as it stops, we’ll go exploring, then Evensong here at the Cathedral at 6. Blessings to all on this second Sunday of Lent.
