Thursday, March 31, 2011

Impression Report - Galilee Day 3 (Saturday, March 26, 2011)

Perhaps one of the things that impressed me most about today was the water. For having seen so little thus far in Israel, it feels like everywhere we went today was flowing with water. Everywhere I look I see green fields and things growing. Even if I've been seeing it for three days, it still impresses me every time I see it. It is so different than Jerusalem and so different than the Negev.


This morning at Hazor, I very much enjoyed seeing the old ruins. I still have a fascination with all things old, and places like Hazor just kind of wow me. I was also really interested when we moved the rock armies of the King of Hazor and recreated the possible Joshua conquest on the map. For so many of these stories I have never really had a visual context before, and I love seeing it play out. At Hazor, I think I was most impressed by the Late Bronze Age (pre-Israelite) mudbrick still standing, and perhaps equally by the idea of a fire that could crack basalt foundations. If you think about the fact they are lava rock, it must take an incredibly hot fire to break them. It kind of lends a pretty decent picture as to why the Bible bothers to point out that Joshua burned Hazor. It must have been quite a day there.


Moving on to Dan, I was massively impresssed the amount of water pouring through. The rapids and strength of the water was pretty amazing. Beyond just the water, I also was kind of in awe of the gate with the mudbrick arch from the 18th century B.C. It is pretty cool to me to think that Abraham could have passed through there. Additionally, I studied the Tel Dan inscription in hermeneutics this past semester as part of a project on Israelite minimalism. It's always neat to see places that I have an academic connection to. I also found it really interesting when we were able to see into Lebanon. My great-grandparents emigrated from there, so I've kind of always wanted to go. While I can't at the moment, it was cool to think I was looking into Lebanon.


When we went to Banias following Dan, I was equally impressed by the water there. The temple to Pan was also very interesting. As we discussed Jesus and his ministry and the choices he made in regards to when and where he said things, it just continued my thoughts from yesterday about his origins. I never realized that he chose his farthest point from Jerusalem for Peter's confession. Then he started his journey to Jerusalem. It gets me to think about his motives and his plan and why he might have chosen the places he did. On a way less theological note, the massive waterfall was pretty much the highlight of my day. I kind of have a bit of an obsession with water, especially waterfalls, so I very much enjoyed that.


Stopping in the Golan Heights was cool just because I've heard that area talked about so much in regards to relatively current political situations. Being able to look across into Syria was also pretty neat. I love having visual context for things, so placing biblical stories always interests me. In this case, thinking about Paul on his way to Damascus somewhere down in front of where I was standing was a pretty awesome contextualization. And I certainly felt the cold and had to give a hearty respect to anyone who calls the Golan Heights home!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Impressions Report - Galilee Day 2 (Friday, March 25, 2011)

Today I found myself a lot more engaged in field study than I was yesterday. I think it was mostly because I was feeling a lot better and therefore a lot more able to focus and with more energy to participate. Anyways, it made for a much better day.


Starting at Nazareth Ridge gave us a good horizon line. I never realized both the isolated nature of Nazareth itself and its relative nearness to the Jezreel Valley and other major areas. It was a very interesting idea for me to consider the various cultural influences that could have been a part of Jesus' life. A lot of the stuff that we talked about both on the Nazareth Ridge and at Sepphoris were ideas that I had never encountered before.


One idea that I had not recognized before was all of the similarities between Jonah and Jesus. First, I never realized that even though the towns did not exist together, Nazareth and Gath-Hefer (Jonah's hometown) are actually very close to each other. Interestingly, when the Sanhedrin in John 7 criticizes Nicodemus (for wanting to give Jesus a fair hearing) and claims that no prophet has ever come out of Galilee, they conveniently forgot Jonah. His message, like Jesus', went beyond the realm of Israel's national interests. And like Jesus, this probably did not make him very popular, either in his own day or with Israelites afterwards. If he had never preached to Nineveh perhaps they would have been destroyed and that would have crippled Assyria so much they would not have been able to wipe out Israel a generation later. Certainly this idea may have occurred to some among Israel. Both Jonah and Jesus preached messages of God's mercy in the face of repentance (Jew or Gentile) but his wrath in response to stubborn opposition.


I was fascinated to think about Jesus growing up in that area. He must have known the stories and rich history of all the places he could see from the top of the ridge. I wonder what he thought about each of them. Additionally he must have seen and felt the Roman and Hellenistic influence on a place like the Jezreel Valley. It begs the question of exactly what influences played most prominantly into Jesus' life.


At Sepphoris I saw this idea continued. As Jesus was a tecton (builder with local materials), it is entirely possible he could have gone looking for work in a place like this site of Roman construction. In which case, he may have frequently engaged in a Hellenistic world. He certainly would have learned Greek along with Aramaic and Hebrew if this were true. It at least offers the possibility that Jesus may not have been quite the backwoods Jewish peasant most Evengelicals grew up with. Having never been exposed to these ideas, I found the whole discussion fascinating. Did Jesus learn the word hypocrite by building a Roman theater?


Sepphoris also raised the intertesting question of the Hellenistic influence on Judaism. The site itself is impressive, especially the mosaics. Additionally, the mosaics within the synagogue begged some good questions and discussions. What was a Jewish synagogue doing with human and animal forms represented in a mosaic? Clearly this breaks the prohibition against such pictures. While other answers have been proposed, I find it hard to get around the idea that they may have simply relaxed on this point during that time period.


The Cliffs of Arbel gave us another great view of the area, especially places right in and around the Sea of Galilee. Interesting side note, I learned that the Hebrew word for this is Knarret, and most Israelis still call it this. Anyways, while we have no mention of it, Jesus most likely would have walked by these cliffs on his way from Nazareth to Capernaum. Josephus also talks about the cliffs during the time when Herod took Galilee. Rebels fled here to escape, but soldiers were lowered in baskets in order to kill the rebels still in the caves. Josephus again recounts a suicide story, but one still has to wonder if this is truth or literary license to impress his Roman audience with the spirit of his people.


Ending the day at the wadi was also interesting. Climbing part way up the sides of the cliff gave several of us a first-hand lesson in how challenging and tough they could be. Watching the descent of those who went all the way up also showed me the ruggedness of the terrain in many places here. Thankfully everyone came safely back down, but I realized how difficult it might be to travel through some of these places without trail maps or a guide. Some of the terrain can be downright treacherous.


Finally, while not exactly a part of field study, swimming in the Sea of Galilee tonight was awesome. Partly it was just a lot of fun to goof off and hang out. Shortly after the sun went down, I was standing on the shore with Emily and it suddenly just struck us both how much happened on and around this lake. Watching the waves I realized that one day Jesus just stood up, said, "Peace, be still," and everything went calm. He walked on water here. He met the disciples after his resurrection and restored Peter. It is pretty cool to be standing looking at this place where so much happened. Basically, it was a good day.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Impressions Report - Galilee Day 1 (Thursday, March 24, 2011)

I think my favorite spot of the day was actually where we started, at Caesaria. The rain at the beginning was a little annoying, but it was just such an impressive place. I love watching Herod stamp around the country and following in his footsteps. It never ceases to amaze me the way he totally out-maneuvers nature and does things that completely change the landscape.

In addition to just being completely awed by Herod, I simply love the sea. Growing up in a fishing town, I have a great appreciation for both its beauty and its dangers. It makes perfect sense to me why the Israelites from the hill country might fear the sea and speak of it in negative terms. Not only does it represent Hellenistic and Roman influences, it is also just dangerous. The sea can easily go from beautiful to deadly in very short amounts of time.

At Caesaria one can see yet again Herod's determination to create works of his own. Instead of using the natural ports of Joppa or Acco, he chose to creat his own by building a massive breakwater. He also established a port a bit more central by doing this. While his reasons make sense, I simply cannot imagine the kind of man it takes to decide a place like Caesaria is worth all the trouble.

Moving on from there and over to Mt. Carmel, I began to get a sense of how green this area of the country really is. Compared to our last field study in the Negev, it is pretty hard to believe that I could still be in the same country. Looking out from Carmel over the valleys also helped me start to gain an appreciation for the routes running through them. I understand now why they are the international ones. No foreigner would ever want to choose the rough hill country roads when they could run straight through the broad areas here around the Jezreel Valley.

Learning about Elijah and the "battle of the gods" on Mt. Carmel in a new perspective was also very interesting. I never occurred to me before coming to Israel that each god had their own characteristics and Israel might have struggled to see how a God of the desert could also be a god of fields. It is interesting to me that perhaps even Elijah himself had a bit of a deity crisis and God had to set the record straight that he was not the same as Ba'al (hence why he did not appear in the earthquake or the wind, things generally associated with Ba'al).

Megiddo interested me both because of the massiveness of the tel (25+ layers) and because it is one of the cities that Solomon fortified. The view from Megiddo was pretty awesome as well. Everything was completely green, rather a surprise for what I have become accustomed to. Beyond that, the way Megiddo juts out a little bit we were able to do a pretty good horizon line of the surrounding passes and mountains. As well, hearing about how Megiddo quite likely has nothing to do with Armeggedon was fascinating. It's interesting to me how the differences of lettering Hebrew and Greek could change the name from "mountain of Megiddo" to "Mount of the Assembly," which would be Jerusalem. Having given it very little thought yet, I am not exactly sure what I think. However, it certainly makes more sense theologically that way.

Ending the day at Jezreel, I was struck again just by the green everywhere. The fields were such a rich color and so full of life. I think this was one of my biggest impressions of the day, and it only takes one word - green!

Impression Report - Galilee Day 4 (Sunday, March 27)

As always, there are so many things that I could say about today. I feel like I'm taking in so much information and so many new sights and thoughts that I rarely know what to do with all of it. Today was certainly no exception.

Starting with a boat ride on the Sea of Galilee was definitely cool. It also helped me to get a visual perspective of what it must have been like to be out on the lake fishing. When we later talked about the kind of boats that the fishermen were probably using, it suddenly all made sense why the disciples would be freaking out when the storm came up. The sea was seen as something dangerous and unpredictable, Yam, the god of chaos. It's no wonder that being out in a small boat, filled with more people than it was probably made for, with possibly 3 or 4 foot waves sweeping over a boat only inches out of the water, the disciples were fearing for their lives. What continues to blow my mind is the God who could simply stand up and say, "Peace, be still," and the lake went calm. Standing on the shore last night, I was trying to imagine just that, and it just makes me stand in awe.

At Kursi (Gergesa) I found the discussion about the call of a disciple and what it means to be a disciple really interesting. I'd never really given that much thought to the fact that the disciples came from similar areas and situations and yet were so very different. You have the Zebedee brothers, who by all accounts, were probably from a pretty wealthy family. These guys clearly had a lot to lose. Then you get Peter and Andrew, definitely Jewish, and also fishermen. Additionally, there is Philip, who we don't know for sure, but with a name like that could definitely have been of much more Greek origin. Mix into that Simon the Zealot (either religiously or politically), who cannot have been very happy with a Greek, if indeed Philip was Greek. Then to make everyone really happy, Jesus calls Levi, the tax collector. The fishermen probably paid him their taxes and tried to avoid him. I can just imagine the discussion that might have gone on with Jesus at that moment. Jesus is trying to call Levi, and Peter, Andrew, James and John are frantically trying to get his attention to tell him that around here, that just isn't done. Maybe it's ok way back in Nazareth, but here, he just can't do that. And Simon the Zealot must be just fuming. No Roman sellout is ever going to be associated with the same group that he is. And yet for some reason, in the end, all of them followed Jesus, together. Something about this man drew them in a way that pushed them beyond their normal life into something altogether different.

Also interesting for was when we talked about Jesus healing the man possessed by Legion. It was a new idea to me that this man might have known something about Jesus before he met him. The region is close enough to where he spent his time that chances are, the people in Gergesa knew something of Jesus and this man may have heard the rumors as well. Equally interesting is that Jesus doesn't let the man come with him after he heals him. Instead, he sends him out to preach to his own people. Perhaps this man is something of the first missionary. The one time that Jesus comes back to the region, crowds rush out to meet him. Clearly this man did what Jesus asked of him and told his story everywhere he went. I think because I've never bothered to map the places that Jesus went or to keep close track of place names, I have never realized a lot of these details. It is making these stories come together for me so much to see them this way.

At Chorazim I loved seeing the seat of Moses and learning a bit about the way that rabbis taught. The more I learn, the more I realize that Jesus was pretty much following the rabbinical standards of his day, but taking them to a whole new level. He sat down and taught in their fashion, but he taught with authority they did not have. And he certainly broke the norm performing all the miracles that he did.

In Capernaum I was most interested in the idea that it was a great mix of both Jewish and Hellenistic thought. The synagogue was built by a Roman centurion, which means that there was certainly a large Roman presence there. At the same time, they had a synagogue, which in itself implies a Jewish presence. I was fascinated by the idea that in some ways this might be the "seminary" for what we see in the book of Acts. Was Jesus getting his disciples ready for what he was going to do later? Obviously we don't exactly have an answer for that, but it's an interesting way to look at what is going on here. Additionally, I was just really impressed by the Byzantine era synagogue that was there. The structure and architecture was stunning.

My feeling stupid moment of the day happened when we talked about Peter. I've read the Gospels I have no idea how many times and somehow managed to miss every single time that Jesus heals Peter's mother-in-law, not Peter's mother. I think part of this might be that I've always grown up with the idea the rest of the disciples were more or less like Jesus, unmarried and somewhat disattached from family (although even Jesus may be less so than the teaching I grew up with). I was completely blown away by the realization that this means Peter had a wife and probably children. And if Peter had a wife, then some of the other disciples might have as well. I don't know why that struck me so much, but it definitely did. I guess it just changes the way that I see the group of disciples and who it was that Jesus called.

Beth-shean (Scythopolis) completely blew me away. I don't even have words to describe how much in awe of that place I am. I walked into the theater and just stood there for a couple of minutes. Even with only two of the three original layers, it is massively impressive. I can't even imagine what it must have been like for a Jewish person out of a small town in the hill country to walk into a place like that. As I walked through the city and saw the columns and buildings and just the size of the place I pretty much just kept saying wow, wow, wow. That is one major footprint of Rome. It is easy to see how this could have been Rome's gateway into the Transjordan. It certainly makes a statement about the grandeur and importance of Rome.

All in all today I just continued to see so many new things and hear so many new ideas. I love all of the things that are finally making sense to me and all the ways that I am seeing differently than I have before.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Life Flies By

Wow, so yet again, I have to apologize for being a completely delinquent blogger. My only excuse (and I think it's a decently good one) is that I've been busy living life. So many good things have been going on since I last wrote. Let's see how much I can put words to and describe.

I guess for starters, I can't believe that I've already been in Israel for nearly 2 months! Where did the time go?! But on the other hand, JUC has definitely come to feel like home, and I've fallen in love with Jerusalem and my life here and all the awesome people that I get to know and hang out with. Along those lines, I'm so thankful for some of the friendships that I've made here, particularly a couple students that I hang out with all the time. They have so richly blessed my life in the past few weeks. God has been so good and so faithful to bless me with fellowship, a listening ear, and good counsel. I've been particularly blessed this past week by Emily and B.B., a fellow Gordon student and a guy from Wheaton. Ironically, Emily was the only one from Gordon I had never met before. Over the last few weeks she has become a dear friend, and has been so good to just walk through life with me and challenge me at the moments where I've really needed it. I feel as if I've heard God's voice through her. There is something so special about having those people who you can just completely let down with and be real and honest and at the same time just being able to goof off and laugh together. I'm so blessed.

The past couple weeks have been crazy busy, but really good. Hunter came to visit, which was both very good and rather challenging. Admitttedly in the beginning it was interesting trying to figure out how my two worlds worked together. But at the same time, I am so glad that he got to come and spend time with me here and see my life and my world and meet all the people that I care about so much here. I find myself missing him at the oddest moments now that he's gone, but I know it's probably good for my studies that he was only here for a limited amount of time.

This was also midterms time, so I've taken two midterms and written a ten-page take home midterm in the last couple weeks. That certainly added to the normal busyness of classes and going places and just hanging out with people. I am very glad to now be safely through the nastiness of midterms.

Of much more fun note, I went away for last weekend. Steph (another fellow Gordon friend), Hunter and I all left Friday afternoon and went down to the Dead Sea. We spent the afternoon swimming in the Dead Sea and exploring. Then we pitched our tent on the beach. Unfortunately, when we left for dinner, someone decided it would be a good idea to steal Hunter's sleeping bag. All the same, we survived. Planning on an early night and an early morning, we went to bed about 9:30, only to discover that all the rest of the people camping out had other plans. Loud music continued for quite some time. Somewhere around 11 someone decided to add a drum to the mix of music being played by stereo. At that point all we could do was laugh, and give up on sleep for the next hour or so. We eventually did get to sleep, although certainly much later than originally planned.

The next morning we got up and hiked through the Wadi Arugot. It was absolutely beautiful. The views are breathtaking, and the hike was grueling. It is about 2, 000 ft. from the Dead Sea to the top of the wadi cliffs, and the last hour or so of the ascent is intense hiking, which more often than not might be better termed rock climbing. We reached the top by lunch, which we were more than ready for at that point. Thanks to my dad and his Lebanese skin, I was the only one of us not sunburned by that point.

After lunch, hiked back down to the lower part, and spent an hour or so swimming in the waterfalls. It was amazing after being so hot and sweaty and tired from the hike. Then we hiked back out of the wadi along the bottom, walking through ankle to knee height water most of the way. It was really, really nice.

We arrived back at the Dead Sea about 4, but since it was Shabbat, the buses didn't start running to 7, so we knew we would be killing time for a bit. We grabbed some coffee at the little stand there and then just chilled out on the shore of the Dead Sea, snacked on the remainder of our crackers from lunch and waited for the bus. It was an awesome trip!

This week life continues to go on a rather weird rhythm. Ten-page midterm due Monday, Arabic midterm Tuesday, no class at all today (it was an all day field study for a class I'm not in), and then I'll be off on a 4-day field study to the Galilee starting tomorrow at 7am. I'm so excited about this one as I've heard amazing stuff about the Galilee, and I can't wait to see it!

I guess that's enough for now, although there is so much more that I could say. Although for the sake of everyone wondering and worrying, I guess I should add that I and everyone here at JUC are safe and sound. For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, there was a bus bomb on the major Israeli line this afternoon. While this hasn't happened here in Jerusalem in a few years, it is a somewhat "normal" occurence, which means that Dr. Wright knows pretty well what the normally targetted spots are. He has put back into effect JUC's policy for what to do in times of hightened tensions. Don't worry, we won't be using any of the transportation or going to any of the spots that might put us at risk.

I hope you all are doing well, and I'll post impressions from Galilee when I get back.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Negev Field Study Day 3 (March 7)


Photos: frescos from Herod's palace at Masada - the back ones are original, the front restored (top), having just been de-salted after a swim in the Dead Sea (bottom)
So this one is obviously also a bit on the late side, but hey, I can't leave out the best day of field study so far. This was pretty much one of the most fantastic days that I've had since coming to Israel! So here's the impression report:

Today was sort of like a checklist of a whole bunch of the places in Israel that I've always wanted to see. I have heard so many stories about the incredible structure of Masada that I have been waiting rather impatiently to visit it. Herod continues to astound me, every time we run into him somewhere. It blows my mind to think about what it must have taken to build a fortress like Masada. Standing on the northern end in his palace, I was really impressed by the opulence of the columns and frescos, not to mention the view.

Another part of Masada that really interested me was hearing the stories and the archaeological finds surrounding them. I have certainly heard the story of the mass suicide at Masada. However, I had never heard that archaeology and what we know of the players in history seriously challenge that idea. It was fascinating to consider that Josephus might have simply made it up to show the Romans that his people were valient. All things considered, it does not make sense that the Romans would break through the wall and decide to wait the night. Neither does Josephus' explanation make sense of all the bones being found on the northern point within an inner wall. Nor can it explain how Jews would commit suicide, something completely dishonorable for them. For me, it was really interesting to consider all the different angles and weigh the value of the symbol of nationalism at Masada against the historical probability created by the evidence.

From Masada, heading down to the Dead Sea was another item on my list. Getting to float in the salt water is a pretty unique and rather awesome experience. It was so strange to be able to lay perfectly still and be completely supported by the water.

At the springs of En-Gedi I felt like I got such a good picture of the importance of water. After spending a day in the barren wilderness, it was so refreshing to see green and waterfalls. Swimming in them was pretty cool too. I can only imagine how someone like David might feel about En-Gedi after spending so much time on the run in the wilderness. It is no surprise then that he uses water as an image of God's provision.

Last, Qumran has definitely been on my list of places to visit for quite some time. During college I have studied the scrolls found at Qumran as well as their community. I remember having to write a paper on the teacher of righteousness and what might have been going on with the idea of the sons of light and darkness. Having spent time studying both the site and community as well as the importance of their manuscripts, it was really cool for me to actually get to see the place. My imagination can only do so much. I think it would be fair to say this was my favorite day of field study so far.

Impression Report - Negev Day 2 (March 6)


So I know this is way late in posting these thoughts as they are from a week and half ago, but life got a little busy. But I figured better late than never...
From the Negev report:
(picture to the left is in the bottom of the Wadi Zin, starting our hike out)
As is becoming the norm, today added yet another dimension to my understanding of Israel and the land and culture. Seeing so much desert and dry barrenness made me realize anew how critical rain is to productivity withing the land. Driving towards the tel of Arad this morning and seeing irrigated fields on one side and those left to rainfall on the other certainly cemented in my mind how crucial water is to these people. Within the ancient cities themselves, everything revolves around water and how they can safely get it.

At Arad I was fascinated by two ting in particular. First, I really liked all the reconstruction that had been done. While I have been attempting to reconstruct sites in my imagination up until now, it was a helpful visual to see a lot more of what the site would have looked like. Secondly, the temple there really interested me. I know that what is proscribed and what is described often vary in the Bible, but it never occurred to me that the Israelites might have tried to add a female counterpart to YHWH (in order to carry one the ideas of the gods around them). I always assumed that when they worshipped other gods, YHWH had no part in that. Seeing the larger and the smaller standing stones and incense altars in the holy of holies certainly begged the question as to who exactly the Israelites were worshipping there. It's an interesting idea for me to consider.

Moving on to Beer-Sheva, I very much enjoyed the view from the top of the observatory. Being able to look in all directions and make connections between things marked on my foundations map and things I was seeing was helpful to me. I am not sure why, but for reason it clicked a lot better for me today than it has many times before when we were doing the same thing. From Beer-Sheva and after I saw a lot of very barren land. It certainly gave picture form to the idea of the great and terrible wilderness. Admittedly, I am not sure I would want to be an Israelite out there for fourty years. Everything was just dry and hot and dusty.

One of my favorite parts of the day was hiking out of the Wadi Zin. The views were breathtaking, even if the heights occassionally got to me a bit. It was pretty awesome seeing the heights of the cliffs and the dangers they presented. It makes perfect sense why people would not want to travel in and out of wadis frequently.

Ending the day at the Machtesh Ramon was also pretty cool. It is not every day that one gets to stand and look at the world's largest erosion crater. I was completely in awe of the depth and vastness of the landscape. The drop-offs were impressive. The overall view of the land there just made me realize even more how challenging the southern highlands could be. I cannot really imagine having to cross that land (which is, I am sure, why most go around it). All in all, I certainly gained and appreciation for the ruggedness of the terrain today.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Negev Field Study Day 1 (Saturday, March 5)

Field study continues to blow me away. After five weeks in the land, I somehow imagined that I would start to get over the novelty of being in the land of the Bible. It has not happened yet. If anything, I find myself more enthralled the more I come to know and understand what is going on around me.

I gained a whole new perspective on the hill country today as we walked through the terraces at Sataf. I also really enjoyed getting to see a house built onto the front of a cave. I'm a very visual learner, so I often have a hard time really grasping something until I can see it and touch it. As we were just discussing dwellings in Cultural Backgrounds, the house really interested me. Beyond that, the Bible is filled with images of planting and fields and growing. So many passages and images make sense more clearly after walking down the terraces and realizing the livelihood they represent to the farmers.

Moving on to Beth-Shemesh, I watched the Samson story come alive. Certainly many unknowns remain, but the story plays out in the land in so many ways it cannot do outside of it. I never realized that each time Samson goes out he pushes farther into Philistine territory. I certainly never understood the story of his wife from Timnah and the way it escalates through the social levels from personal to tribal involvement. Looking at the plains and hills it also finally made sense why he would to out into the Philistine Plain and then retreat to cities in the Judean hill country.

The story of David and Goliath is a classic Sunday School story, so looking over the Elah Valley naturally held some appeal for me. In addition, last year for a historical geography exam I had to write an essay question on the importance of the David and Goliath battle. After studying things, it is always fascinating to be able to see the settings instead of just trying to imagine it. It is no wonder Jesse would send David to check on the battle when Bethlehem would be then next city on the Philistine route to Gibeah, Saul's capital.

Lachish was interesting on a number of levels. Dr. Barkay has talked about it several times in archaeology. While I understood that a tel has levels, it was very interesting for me to see the different levels and Lachish. I'm also amazed by what they were able to do in ancient times. It puzzles me how they could have possibly dug a one hundred foot well through bedrock. I'm seriously impressed.

Obviously, ending the day at Ashkelon did not hurt the overall experience. Beyond just the fun and excitement of hanging out on the beach at the Mediterranean, it also continued to expand my understanding of just how diverse the land is. From Judean hill country to the sandy beach of Ashkelon definitely constitutes a major change of terrain. All in all, it was a fascinating day of study, ending with a really fun couple hours of Mediterranean beach time and good friends.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

22 in Israel

There are moments in life when I am just completely overwhelmed. Today has certainly been one of those days. I am blown away by God's goodness and the love of the people around me. As alluded to in the title, today was my 22nd birthday. Away from home and all of my normal routines and traditions, I can't say as I was expecting nearly the response that I got. Sure, I figured people would probably sing to me at some point and wish me a happy birthday. But my friends went to such lengths to make me feel special today, and it certainly worked!

To begin the day, I had a card from my grandparents, which I got a few days ago and had been saving to open. It was a really nice piece of home on my birthday. As is becoming tradition, I got sung to when I walked into Physical Settings, just before our lovely exam on the Shephelah and Negev. What better way to celebrate a birthday (please note the sarcasm)! I spent a pretty normal morning going to class and doing a bit or work afterwards. Shortly before lunch I got coersed into going out with some of the guys who had been planing a trip to local spot. Despite the rain/hail trying to dampen my spirits, I had a great time! I was certainly glad I got talked into it. We made it back with one minute to spare before my afternoon class.

After class I found a quite spot on campus to spend some time with God and then get some school work done for 2 or 3 hours. An hour or so before dinner I went and played a round of bananagrams (think speed scrabble for any of you that know it) with my friend Emily. Then we just hung out talking and for a bit. About 20 minutes before dinner, one of my friends, Dan, came in to ask Emily a question, saw me, greeted us both in Arabic (we're all three in class together) and then conveniently couldn't remember what he had come int to ask her. Right before dinner, another guy, B.B., came in with the interesting excuse that he'd sprained his ankle and needed tape. Emily took off with him to go "show him where it was." Things were starting to get fishy, but of course, I played along.

About 2 minutes later, on my way to the dining room, I ran into B.B. again. This time he was just coming out of the dining room. Seeing me about to enter, he fell down in front of the door with a mock moan about his ankle. He then proceeded to tell me that "he was born when he was very young" and all about his limited brown hair that always stood up and had to be wet down by his mother. By the time he was done I was nearly dying laughing. Finally he was able to stand up again (translation: finally I was allowed into the dining room). When I came in I got sung to again, and they had made and hung up a bit happy birthday poster, which a bunch of my friends signed.

After dinner I sat around talking with a couple friends for quite awhile. It was really nice just to sit and hang out and have some great conversation. In the middle, I got interrupted yet again by Seth and Emily, two of the grad students, who had made me a birthday slushy, complete with a candle to be blown out.

As the last great event of my birthday, I was taken out to the Israeli version of a Waffle House. It was such a great time. First of all, they have wonderful waffles with all sorts of very interesting things on them. It was definitely the best "birthday cake" I've ever had! Second, it was so much fun just to go out and have fun and do crazy stuff with friends. They told the people it was my birthday, and the cooks put sparklers on my waffles. Sparklers! I've never seen that one in the States before. It was also one of the most fun places I have ever been. They were playing music, and the cooks would just start dancing behind the counter. It was crazy, but so much fun.

Now I'm back and about to head to bed. But I've had such a crazy good day. Along with all the things that have happened, I also got lots of birthday wishes and emails and facebook notes. My friends also took it upon themselves to hang lots of random and really funny little posters about birthdays around campus. It was pretty awesome, and I kept coming across them in places I totally was not looking for them. So yeah, all I can say is this was an amazing day, and I feel so loved and so special. Thanks to everyone who participated and who made it so great!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

The Dhimmi and Life in the East

One thing I have been learning since my first day here is that life in the East does not look quite like life in the West. In Israel, sometimes that fact gets covered up by the Western influence present here. But hang around long enough and the East always pushes back through. Cross into Bethlehem, 5 miles away, and the veil gets very thin where it even exists at all.

On a related but slightly different idea, Tuesday night in my History of the Church in the East class we talked about the Dhimma. This is the part of Shari'a law (Islamic law) that deals with the non-Muslim peoples. The idea in the West is that they have managed to learn how to get along together. The Islamic governments in places like Egypt and Palestine are considered "tolerant." While they are compared to places like Saudi Arabia, as long as Shari'a law remains in effect, the Dhimma remains as well.

Since I'm sure that at this point almost none of you have any idea what I mean by the Dhimma, let me explain a little bit. The Dhimma orginates with a treaty Muhammad made with a Jewish village. In exchange for their surrender, he agreed to let them stay and work their land, but basically as serfs. According to Islam, all the land in the world belongs to Allah. This is what justifies the idea of jihad. They are simply taking back the land that always belonged to Allah and should be owned and ruled by Allah's people. No non-Muslim can own land in an Islamic society. This same custom has been adopted, expanded, and for about 1400 years has dictated the way that Muslims treat non-Muslims within their society.

The Dhimmi (non-Muslims, who therefore live under the Dhimma) must pay exhorbitant tax on their land. In addition, they all pay a pole tax - individual tax which must be paid every year. It is done in a humiliating manner, so as to remind the Dhimmi that while they pay tax, they do not receive any rights in exchanged for their tax. Over and beyond that, their Muslim land owners can decide to change the tax anytime they want, and a Dhimmi has no right to object. Also, the Dhimmi are forbidden to speak of the Dhimma. It's like it doesn't exist, at least not on a public sphere. Essentially, they are allowed to live without converting to Islam, but as non-people with no rights. Even their right to live can be taken away by the Muslims and they have to right to speak against it.

In the West, historians speak of the Dhimma as a thing of the past (when they speak of it at all). Anyone who looks deeply into Eastern society cannot hold to that idea. Certainly Eastern church leaders will come to the West and say that they live peaceably with the Muslims. What else can they say when the only line they are allowed to give is that Israel creates all of their problems? Anything else could get their churches destroyed and their members killed. One wonders why they don't speak out against it. My professor aptly compared it to an abused woman or child. These people have lived with the Dhimma for 1400 years; they don't know anything else. Partly they are afraid of what might happen if they do, but partly they are ashamed that they must pay just to work their own land. They have been stripped of their dignity, so the only dignity they have left is to refuse to acknowledge this before others. It's kind of messed up, but in a messed up kind of way, it makes sense.

Two events of recent history illustrate this idea pretty well - one from Egypt and one from Palestine (the "tolerant" countries). In 2004, in Bethlehem, Muslim terrorists seiged the Church of the Nativity for 39 days. The Muslims trashed the Church, relieving themselves on alters, ripping apart Bibles, and burning parts of it. One priest was killed and several others wounded. During the seige, one priest dared to take his towel, write "please help" on it, and hold it outside. This priest is now exiled in Australia, because to allow him to stay in Bethlehem would have both endangered his life and sent the message that the Church condoned his actions. Remember, the Dhimmi are not allowed to speak up. They cannot ask for help. Following this, the Church apologized for the actions of this priest. What kind of freedom do you have, if you cannot even ask for help in such a situation?

More recently, in Egypt, Muslim terrorists blew up a car bomb outside a church in Alexandria, just as people came out of the church following the New Year's Eve service this past year. 27 Christians were killed a couple hundred more wounded. One Muslim was accidently killed in the bomb as well. This past week, the court ruling was decided. Of the terrorists, one was sentenced to death because one Muslim died. Shari'a law requires a life for a life, so one must die. The rest were aquitted of any charges. 27 killed and over 200 hundred wounded and they won't pay anything for it. They were Dhimmi, so they have no rights, not even to their own lives.

To be fair, there are those among the people who will speak up. There are leaders who have spoken against the Islamic governments, and people who critique their standing and position. But they are few and far between. Frequently Christians are treated decently. Every week I go into Bethlehem for Arabic, and my teacher is the wife of the president of the Bible college there. She seems to get along just fine. However, the biggest issue is that the Dhimmi have no rights and no way to get them without converting to Islam. So their decent life can be taken away at any time, for pretty much any reason.

On a different, and somewhat happier note, I've been enjoying Eastern life in other fashions. This is a land of traditions and sameness and a somewhat slower paced lifestyle. Today, donned my longest skirt (shorts don't really fly over there) and went to the center where I volunteer with 4-year-old Arab children. After finishing at 11, I and the three other girls walked back from the Mount of Olives (the center's location). Entering the Old City at Damascus gate, two of us stopped at a falafel stand to get some lunch. We took it to a square, and just sat and ate and watched the goings on. Did I mention it was probably about 75 and sunny? Once we finished, we headed back to JUC so that I could meet up with the others going to Arabic. Taking the bus into Bethlehem is always an experience and today proved no different, especially when one or our guys realized that he left his passport at JUC. Needless to say, he never made it to Arabic.

In Arabic I was reminded yet again that culture here is a little different. Today we learned the words for boy and girl. At the same time we also learned that while there are separate words for boy and son, the words for girl and daugher are the same word. To differentiate you simply add a possessive pronoun. So "my girl" is my daughter, while "a girl" is referring to someone else. Tell you anything about the culture here? It should. Frustrating as it is, being a girl here means that I cannot go out by myself except in broad daylight and very public, slightly more Western areas. Going out at night requires a guy, not just a group of girls (unless it's a pretty large group). And getting harassed is pretty much a given if you spend more than a week here. It's kind of an ugly reality, but one we're learning to live with. You get pretty good at ignoring people and just keep walking. If you prove that you know their culture by refusing to pay them the time of day when they speak to you, they usually stop with just a comment or two.

Well that's probably plenty for one blog post. Time for a half hour of reading, dinner, and then more work. I've been a bit delinquent in my reading of late, and find myself in need of catching up. The sunshine has just made getting out and exploring so very tempting recently. I hope you all are doing well, and as always, I would love to hear your thoughts or things going on in your own lives. Or if you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them as well as I can.

Love,
Kristin