Monday

Am Israel Chai

Our first trip to the Old City was a success. We took the #8 bus north and got off on the right exit, then headed towards the Damascus Gate, but just before we got there we veered north and found Cassidy's new school. Tom's navigating has been spot on and we're getting where we need to go.

Jacob's Ladder is a Messianic school that prepares children for 1st grade in Israel, which is taught in Hebrew. We met the director, Bess, who is actually moving back to the states on Thursday, and the other teachers. Celia will be Cassidy's teacher and she stresses Hebrew to her young students, who speak mostly English. Bess introduced Cassidy to the other students, including her grandson Elan, who seemed very sweet and wore Crocs, just like Cassie's best friend in the States. Cass was happy to introduce herself to everyone and very excited about the idea of going to such a fun school. Class is Sunday through Thursday, from 7:30 to 2:30, which will be an adjustment, but I know she will learn a lot at the school. She'll probably start shortly after we move up north.

When we finished the tour of the school we headed east again toward the Old City. It is only a block or two from Cassidy's school. We entered from the Damascus Gate, which means going through the Muslim Quarter. It was another awakening to a new culture, much like our flight from Chicago to Amman on Royal Jordanian Airlines. It was a long, winding corridor crammed with food, clothes, toys and people. It's a strange thing to see Muslims and Jews mingling so freely in a tight space, but I'm sure I'll get used to it. 

At the end of the corridor we went through security and immediately we were there -- the Western Wall, known to Israelis as the Kotel. I wasn't expecting to come upon it so quickly and both Cassidy and I were surprised to be there. It's not that it's massive, although it is large. Or that there were a lot of people; we had just come through a really tight crowd of people that quickly dispersed as we got to the security check. I suppose it's the anticipation of seeing this piece of history that is so shocking.

Tom had the foresight to get out some paper for us to write prayers on, so we could stick them in the wall, as the tradition goes. Tom asked Cass what she wanted him to write and she said, "Dear Jesus, We're here in Israel. I'm excited to go to school. I wish the temple was rebuilt." We folded up our prayers and headed for the women's side. As we walked toward the wall we heard men singing on the other side of makeshift divider. The women were standing on plastic chairs to look over at the men so we popped our heads over too. We saw a few men and some boys dancing in a circle singing, Am Israel Chai (The children of Israel live). To hear them singing that song in Jerusalem made my spirit jump; it wasn't that long ago that the children of Israel regained Jerusalem.

Cassidy and I prayed the Shema and then she put our prayers in the wall. I wasn't sure what I expected to happen while we were there, perhaps an intense encounter with the L-rd or the warm sensation of the Holy Spirit drawing near, but nothing dramatic happened as I held Cassidy and prayed. It just felt good to be there and I was briefly reminded that one day He will return to this city, and we will all have our reunion. 
We walked back to meet Tom and as I turned to look at the Wall one more time I noticed the glaring gold Dome of the Rock to the left of the Wall. It surprised me just as much as the Wall itself. (Notice I did not include a picture of it.) We had an interesting time explaining it to Cassidy was we walked through the quiet Jewish quarter. There are about as many cats as there are soldiers in the Old City, so we only held her attention for so long, but I'm sure sometime when we're there she'll hear the call to worship for the Muslims and we'll have another conversation. She said she's looking forward to learning new words, and while I know she means Hebrew words, I can't wait for her to truly understand what it means to be grafted into Israel. Hallelujah!



6 comments:

mountain girl said...

I can hardly believe you're there. It must be amazing to walk those streets, to touch that wall, to mingle with those people, to breathe that air! I think I would feel a bit transported into history.
I hope Cassie likes her school and makes new friends soon, which I'm sure she will.
Love you guys and miss you!

Mia

cass said...

Wow. Amazing. I have never had an urge to go to Israel, but I do for sure now. Not just that you are there, but the pictures & explanation of landmarks spark my desire to experience it. (I am so excited to see Cass wearing my old scarf!) I want to see pics of your living quarters. I am just curious about the difference from American homes. I miss you guys!

Carlye said...

Sean will also be in an area hearing the daily call to prayer. It will be his alarm clock in the morning. I will pray for your conversations with little Cass. It has to be a strange adjustment and I know it will be Sean's daily reminder to make time for the L-rd each morning. Praying for you and SO excited that Cass is excited about school. What a wonderful relief! Love and blessings to you on your journey.

Lauren Blake said...

I thought hearing the men sing and dance at the Kotel was one of the most moving parts for me being in Israel too. The other part that was neat at the Kotel is we saw a Bride go to the wall before she got married. Thanks for posting, glad you had a good day! I like the new background too.

jdmartin said...

I'm envious of your religious history lessons =) I know you're all soaking it up like sponges. Hugs and kisses to you all.

Stephanie Griggs said...

its so refreshing to hear your narrative voice describing such amazing places. thanks for your candid retelling of your day, even that you included your prayer time at the wall being sort of "uneventful". it reminded me that sometimes i'm praying, or participating in a worship service, or whatever, and i try to measure feelings as an indicator of the Lord's presence. i thought of you standing at the wall. i thought of me standing in a worship service here in north carolina. i knew that the Lord is pleased to hear our prayers, and that He IS responding. wow. He really cares about us. i love you and am so thankful for your posts.