the journey begins

as always, our director and teachers are finding ways to maximize our time in the Holy Land. So not only did we drive down to Egypt, we also stopped at important sites on our path. First stop: Tel Be'er Sheva, one of the homes of Abraham and the sourthen most tip of the ancient Israelite kingdom. We were required to wear hardhats, which made the visit seem very adventurous and dangerous. It's wasn't, but at least it made us feel that way. All that has been unearthed of the city (most of the remnants are from Solomonic times) are walls that reveal the basic plan of the city and it's gates. As we walked into a portion of the city, they talked to us about the gate system of ancient cities. Each gate was placed in a significant configuration to make entry as difficult as possible for invaders. We also had the opportunity to go into their aqueduct and see how they saved their most vital resource. Bossman then related the experience to the Lord's teachings. He used both these images to communicate that he is the protectorate of His people defending us as a gate in the city. He is the life that carries us onward and upward day to day, the essential source of renewal and happiness in our lives.

Second stop was Wilderness of Zin overlook. Essentially the grand canyon of Israel, I was overwhelmed with awe as we peeked over the edge at a vast and beautiful wasteland. My heart suddenly hurt as I realized: this is where the children of Israel wandered. And suddenly I knew them, I knew their tired and heavy hearts, I understood why they murmured, why they couldn't look up, why they couldn't seem to remember Him as they should. Nothing green met my eyes for miles except for a small wadi snaking below deep in the valley. It seemed so beautifully tragic, a forgotten land. No wonder they felt they were a forgotten people. Although my heart was filled with sympathy for them as their wanderings came alive to me, I also realized that just as the Children of Israel, we too travel through the wilderness of life. We become tired and heavy, feeling like we are forsaken in a wasteland. But all it takes is a simple look up-the faith to see Him there, even in the desert. He is there. Always.

Last stop was Avdat, essentially a trading post and rest stop for the Nabataeans. The sky was the perfect shade of blue and the ruins the perfect juxtaposition against it. We were the only group there and allowed to just run loose and explore the place. So cool. SOOO cool.

We ended the day with a tour of a Kibbutz, an amazing dinner, fits of laughter, and sleep. good day.

More to come,
m

the girls in our hardhats
overlook at Tel Be'er Sheva
roommates at Zin overlook
Zin Wilderness
me at beautiful Avdat

disclaimer

I'm back from Egypt and ready to post! As I sifted through my hundreds of pictures to find the select few to grace the pages of the suki diaries, I decided a disclaimer was in order:
first and foremost that is a fanny pack I'm wearing. And it's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Stylish? no. fits everything you need and is hands free? yes.

Secondly, you will see clothing repeats. I don't have a lot of options on an 8-day trip with a limited wardrobe. deal with it.

and lastly and most importantly, we were constantly out and about seeing this and that, spending hours walking in the heat, living off of bread and rice (everything else was gross or off limits due to sketchiness), and living off of little sleep which all equals delusion. Therefore I am not responsible for the stupid poses and faces I am making in pictures. Half the pictures I don't even remember taking.

awesome pics coming soon!
m

why i heart tel aviv

the Mediterranean. need I saw more?

one pieces. they are super flattering

wandering around the city

finally getting to the museum of art

the mediterranean

off to egypt,
m

the ark

yesterday we had an amazing opportunity. Yet another one to add to my "once in a life time" quickly growing list. We got to go here. They are putting this away forever so it literally was an experience of a lifetime. I marveled at the beauty of these documents, at the people who kept these records, and the devotion that they kept. We also saw this, which was so awesome, a living replica of a time and place I think I will come to learn intimately.

After the museum, we split up into groups, and our van went to the Biblical Zoo, where we saw a vast array animalia that lived in the Holy Land during Bible times. It would have looked like any other zoo in the states except... well, lets just say that the cages aren't quite as secure as the ones in the states. Having a small wire fence, a ditch, and another short iron fence separate me from the cheetahs didn't quite feel like enough. We got to walk right up to the kangaroos, and even had an encounter with the birds in the tropical aviary that resulted with Cheese getting a little "present" dropped on her finger, and me having a show down with a specimen and some mighty large talons.

However, the highlight of the visit was the ark. Yes the ark. We walked up to it's high, sloping, wooden sides and giggled with delight at the picture possibilities that opened up to us. So fun.

off to do yet another reading assignment,
m

lucky

Fannypacks+sunscreen+flowyskirt+sunglasses+hat+hymnbook+ fieldtripguide+40students+2instructors+onebigbus=ourfirst fieldtrip. We went to several lookouts throughout the area to get a feel for the geography of the area so we can place important events in the history and Bible within the setting right outside the classroom. As we walked on a bridge over crusader-period ruins leaving the first site, it suddenly hit me. I am here. And for a moment I caught a glimpse of the vastness of this opportunity . Excitement filled my bones and my step quickened as I stepped onto the bus for the next adventure.

During Old Testament today disappointment met my ears as we all learned we would not be going to the western wall tonight due to another day of tight security. I suddenly felt a whinny voice rise up from the depths to fill my head. I wanted to ask why, and to say it wasn't fair, that I had been looking forward to this. But something quickly, but quietly stifled those thoughts. My heart began to fill with gratitude. As I listened to my teacher, who was equally upset, explain why, I once again appreciated the moment. That I am here. That I get to go to the Western Wall at all. That I get to learn and grow in ways I never thought possible. That I get to have once in a lifetime opportunities in plenty. That I get to be spiritually and mentally fed by teachers each day that are inspired and impassioned enough to let us dip into their wells of knowledge and drink deeply. That I am slowly, subtly, in the quiet moments, guided to become.
lucky, blessed, guided,
m

Hogwarts

During a very giggly game of skip-bo yesterday afternoon, I suddenly found myself in the middle of an epiphany. My ah-ha realization: I live at Hogwarts.

We were in lock-down yesterday (100,000 people trying to find their way onto the Dome of the Rock for the first friday of Ramadan=security threat). In some ways it was nice to get somethings done, catch up on the journal writing, breath for a second, and get to spend time with my fellow students playing games and eating pita bread.

During one such game, someone made a reference to Hogwarts. Several us looked up at once and realized: WE LIVE AT HOGWARTS. We then proceeded to rattle off a list of the similarities between the JC and the wonderful world of Mr Harry Potter. Besides the wands and magic (although you could substitute those for our JC-issued fanny packs with ghetto headphones and a receiver and our shear excitement to be here) we live in the same world. We eat in a great hall, ie The Oasis, which comes with an amazing view of the city and yummy food. We attend class here where we live, eat, and sleep. Each living floor consists of a common room, with girls rooms on the right and boys on the left, but we also have a great common room, ie the student lounge on the 6th floor. Our professors also live in our castle, eat meals with us, and training us to be Ancient Near East Master Historians. The Old City is our Hogsmeade, with quirky shops, interesting characters, and yummy food. Our forbidden Forest is the off limits parts city that we are not allowed to visit. We have a magical staff that keeps the building sparkling clean, and I hardly ever see them... just like the oh-so-careful house elves. Along with that Mr. Filch's role is taken by a lot nicer and much less grumpy service couples in charge of our housing, health, and community service AND we even have JC cats that hang around the grounds, although they aren't quite as nosy as Mrs. Norris. Especially over the last couple of days as we get settled in, the center has become our world, just as Hogwarts is for the little wizards in training. And most of all, we live in the most beautiful amazing place and building, just like the HP world.
basically my life rocks,
m

You should be glad I've even posted once because...

Everytime I try to post it is an interesting experience considering blogger recognizes I'm in Jerusalem and decides to put everything in Hebrew, which is not only a foreign language and uses a completely different alphabet than we do, but is read from right to left, meaning that all the blanks that you fill in to sign in to blogger normally are backwards. I feel like I'm on a not-so-funny game show as I try to guess where to enter my email address as opposed to my password. So... you should be grateful I even bother to put myself through that stress at all.
Just giving you a reason to count your blessings. hehe,
M

here

Finally.

It is different than I imagined in so many ways, but the same in so many others. It feels foreign, but not completely, there is a familiarity that seems to fill the air here too. I have yet to figure out why. I have to remind myself that I'm in Jerusalem, it still hasn't quite sunk in yet despite the view that greets me every time I glance through a window.

The city is full of life, life that is very different from my own. There are chaotic drivers, crazy confusing streets, vendors out greeting us, trying to entrap us with their products: "Hello, Utah!" they yell to us, "BYU how are YOU?", pungent smells of incense and spice, music seeping out into our ears from little shops, and the call to prayer radiating out from the green-lit towers. There is a rhythm of life here, one that I am anxious to learn.

Everything here strikes me as beautiful, but what amazes me the most is that amongst all this chaos and craziness, modernity and technology, there is a quiet, ancient, sacredness that resides with these people. Their devotion to their land, people, and religion is astounding. They wear it openly, for everyone to see whether it be by beards and prayer shawls, or long dresses and a head scarf.

There is so much to see and do here, my brain can hardly comprehend that I will get to experience most of it, but not just once, I will get to know the city, love it, and learn from it. I. cannot. wait.

m