Dear Blog Readers,
I want to thank you for reading the thoughts that bounce around in my inner space as I talk about my Lord. It blesses me to see and hear from so many who want to spend more time with God. It also challenges me to stay fresh and consistent in my time in His Word. His Word never ceases to come alive and restore my soul.
This past November, God's Word came alive to me in a whole new way. My wife, Dorinda, and I were blessed with a magnificent gift. We were invited to go to the Holy Land with our dear friends, David and Cindy Dykes from Tyler! We had an amazing, unforgettable time seeing God's Word come alive right before our eyes.
David and Cindy are not able to lead a group this year and have graciously extended the use of their resources to us. So, Dorinda and I would like to invite you to prayerfully consider going with us to the Holy Land, October 31-November 9 of this year. We can take a small group of 35-45 friends (most groups are much larger and much less personal) to walk where Jesus walked.
I cannot find the words to describe what it means to see Jerusalem, to pray at the rock of agony where Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane, to float in the Dead Sea, to stand on the Mount of Olives, Mount Masada, Mount Carmel, and in the Jordan River, to observe the Lord's Supper between Golgotha and the empty tomb, to worship on Sunday morning at the edge of the Sea of Galilee, and so much more.
A trip to the Holy Land will bring you closer to your Lord and His Word, and you will never read your Bible the same again. Can you imagine? When you read that Jesus went to Capernaum or got in a boat on the Sea of Galilee or was crucified at Calvary and rose again...and you can say, "I've been there! I have seen these places with my own eyes!"
Our ten day trip will start and end in the parking lot of our church, Lake Fork Baptist Church in Alba, Texas. A bus will take us to DFW airport. We will change planes in Newark, NJ and fly to Tel Aviv. Then we will spend 3 days in Jerusalem, one day at the Dead Sea, 3 days in Galilee (and surrounding areas), and stop by Megiddo, Mount Carmel, and the beautiful city of Caesarea on our way back to the airport in Tel Aviv.
Our price includes everything except lunch and souvenirs. All flights, tours, buses, hotels, large buffet breakfasts, large buffet dinners, and tips are included in the price of $3,599 per person. If you would like more information, I will gladly mail you a brochure. If you have questions, please email or call me. Or, if you are ready to sign up now and send in your deposit to reserve your spot, just send a check for $250 (per person) to: Travel Masters, 915 WSW Loop 323, Tyler, TX 75701 and let Sharon Howell know that you want to go to the Holy Land with Brother Perry.
I'm praying that God will put together a group of 40 people (a good Biblical number) to join us on a trip to the earthly homeland of our Savior. It would be wonderful to have you among that number of friends.
Please let me know if you have any questions.
Brother Perry
Perry Crisp
Pastor
Lake Fork Baptist Church
Alba, Texas
903-473-9523
www.lakeforkbaptist.org
www.thismorningwithgod.blogspot.com
Showing posts with label Israel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Israel. Show all posts
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Been There Again
You knew it was coming. You probably expected it sooner. So here are some random thoughts on my trip to Israel. It is overwhelming to even attempt to process what the trip meant to me.
Jet lag and emotional lag have wrapped a huge lock around my keyboard up to this point. Maybe God wanted me to take time to process what I experienced for myself before sharing it with others.
I can tell you that a trip to the Holy Land for anyone is a worthwhile investment. For a Jew or a Christian, the value is multiplied and magnified. It reaches beyond history into a personal, spiritual, and emotional pilgrimmage. As a pastor, to walk the land that holds the stories I've studied, taught, and preached for 30 years turned me into a one-man tear factory.
For your own well-being, I am going to limit myself to my top three favorite places and/or moments in the land of Israel.
First, the Garden of Gethsemane. I was immediately surprised at how close the Mount of Olives and the Garden of Gethsemane were to the city of Jerusalem. It is just across the Kidron Valley. I already knew that. But I'm from Texas. A Texan would have never called that a valley. Gully or ravine, maybe. Possibly even a ditch. But a valley? Let's just say it was a very narrow valley. To walk from Jerusalem to the Mount of Olives would be like walking across a football field (from sideline to sideline, not end zone to end zone).
In today's Garden of Gethsemane, there is a church. Where most churches would have an altar, this church has a large rock jutting up out of the floor. This church was built around this rock. It is called the Rock of Agony. It is a place for followers of Christ to remember how Jesus agonized over what was about to take place. He prayed, "Father, if it be possible, take this cup from me."
Jesus wasn't afraid of a cup. He wasn't really even afraid of a cross. What Jesus did NOT want to experience was the part of the Father's plan that involved the sins of the world being placed upon His shoulders. Jesus had never known sin. Yet when He was placed on that cross, the sin of the world was placed on Him so that His death would be an eternal payment for all sin.
It was in the Garden of Gethsemane that He surrendered to the cup of our sin. It was there that He said, "Nevertheless, not My will, but Thine be done." His surrender came through great agony as His sweat glands and capillaries joined together. Mini explosions of bloody sweat trickled down the face of Jesus...because of me.
I knelt at that rock, placed my hand on it, and cried tears of contrition and sorrow for the awful price of my terrible debt.
Second, the Garden Tomb next to Gordon's Calvary. Whether these were the actual sights of the crucifixion and empty tomb of Jesus, only God knows for certain. A case could certainly be made for it. The important thing to me was to be there...again. In so many ways, I was there 2,000 years ago. When Jesus died on that cross, He died for me. He died in my place to pay my debt. When He arose, He arose with special gifts. It was there that I received the gift of victory over sin and the gift of an eternal home in heaven.
It felt like I had returned home to visit the place where I was born spiritually. Although I had accepted Christ as my personal Savior in Hawkins, Texas in 1978, the transaction that made it possible took place long before that, just outside Jerusalem. It was a great feeling to see my spiritual birthplace.
Third, the Sea of Galilee. It is actually a freshwater lake. It reminded me a lot of where I live now at Lake Fork. I felt a connection to Jesus in that sense. Most of His ministry took place around the Sea/Lake of Galilee. Capernaum was His ministry base. He called fishermen to be His followers. Having been where Jesus was, I can see why Jesus chose to spend so much time there. There was just something about walking the shoreline, taking a boat ride, and gazing out over the Sea of Galilee that brought a sense of peace to me.
It's like I connected with Jesus my Savior in Jerusalem, and then connected with Jesus my Friend in Galilee.
I've made it very hard on myself so as not to make it hard on you. I could tell you of baptizing in the Jordan River, floating in the Dead Sea, standing on top of Masada, the Mount of Beatitudes, Mount Carmel, and along the shores of the Mediterranean. I'm sure, these stories will ooze out of me in future blogs.
But for now, it is enough to report to you that your Bible is not an old, outdated book of history on ink and paper. It is a story of truth that took place in a land still very much alive. The land of Israel tells the old, old story as fresh as this morning's newspaper and as vividly as your back yard.
Forever Grateful,
Perry Crisp
Jet lag and emotional lag have wrapped a huge lock around my keyboard up to this point. Maybe God wanted me to take time to process what I experienced for myself before sharing it with others.
I can tell you that a trip to the Holy Land for anyone is a worthwhile investment. For a Jew or a Christian, the value is multiplied and magnified. It reaches beyond history into a personal, spiritual, and emotional pilgrimmage. As a pastor, to walk the land that holds the stories I've studied, taught, and preached for 30 years turned me into a one-man tear factory.
For your own well-being, I am going to limit myself to my top three favorite places and/or moments in the land of Israel.
First, the Garden of Gethsemane. I was immediately surprised at how close the Mount of Olives and the Garden of Gethsemane were to the city of Jerusalem. It is just across the Kidron Valley. I already knew that. But I'm from Texas. A Texan would have never called that a valley. Gully or ravine, maybe. Possibly even a ditch. But a valley? Let's just say it was a very narrow valley. To walk from Jerusalem to the Mount of Olives would be like walking across a football field (from sideline to sideline, not end zone to end zone).
In today's Garden of Gethsemane, there is a church. Where most churches would have an altar, this church has a large rock jutting up out of the floor. This church was built around this rock. It is called the Rock of Agony. It is a place for followers of Christ to remember how Jesus agonized over what was about to take place. He prayed, "Father, if it be possible, take this cup from me."
Jesus wasn't afraid of a cup. He wasn't really even afraid of a cross. What Jesus did NOT want to experience was the part of the Father's plan that involved the sins of the world being placed upon His shoulders. Jesus had never known sin. Yet when He was placed on that cross, the sin of the world was placed on Him so that His death would be an eternal payment for all sin.
It was in the Garden of Gethsemane that He surrendered to the cup of our sin. It was there that He said, "Nevertheless, not My will, but Thine be done." His surrender came through great agony as His sweat glands and capillaries joined together. Mini explosions of bloody sweat trickled down the face of Jesus...because of me.
I knelt at that rock, placed my hand on it, and cried tears of contrition and sorrow for the awful price of my terrible debt.
Second, the Garden Tomb next to Gordon's Calvary. Whether these were the actual sights of the crucifixion and empty tomb of Jesus, only God knows for certain. A case could certainly be made for it. The important thing to me was to be there...again. In so many ways, I was there 2,000 years ago. When Jesus died on that cross, He died for me. He died in my place to pay my debt. When He arose, He arose with special gifts. It was there that I received the gift of victory over sin and the gift of an eternal home in heaven.
It felt like I had returned home to visit the place where I was born spiritually. Although I had accepted Christ as my personal Savior in Hawkins, Texas in 1978, the transaction that made it possible took place long before that, just outside Jerusalem. It was a great feeling to see my spiritual birthplace.
Third, the Sea of Galilee. It is actually a freshwater lake. It reminded me a lot of where I live now at Lake Fork. I felt a connection to Jesus in that sense. Most of His ministry took place around the Sea/Lake of Galilee. Capernaum was His ministry base. He called fishermen to be His followers. Having been where Jesus was, I can see why Jesus chose to spend so much time there. There was just something about walking the shoreline, taking a boat ride, and gazing out over the Sea of Galilee that brought a sense of peace to me.
It's like I connected with Jesus my Savior in Jerusalem, and then connected with Jesus my Friend in Galilee.
I've made it very hard on myself so as not to make it hard on you. I could tell you of baptizing in the Jordan River, floating in the Dead Sea, standing on top of Masada, the Mount of Beatitudes, Mount Carmel, and along the shores of the Mediterranean. I'm sure, these stories will ooze out of me in future blogs.
But for now, it is enough to report to you that your Bible is not an old, outdated book of history on ink and paper. It is a story of truth that took place in a land still very much alive. The land of Israel tells the old, old story as fresh as this morning's newspaper and as vividly as your back yard.
Forever Grateful,
Perry Crisp
The above picture: The writer in me could not pass up an opportunity to "ride a column." Get it? Oh, come on. I know it's corny.
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