Walking Where Jesus Walked
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Saturday, June 13, 2015
By Janine Marie Campbell
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“… and many people shall come, and say,’ Come, let us go up to the mountain of the lord, to the house of the God of Jacob; that He may teach us His ways and that we may walk in His paths’. For out of Zion shall go forth the law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem”(Isaiah 2:3-4)

It has taken me awhile to gather my thoughts about visiting Jerusalem. A good friend of mine told me she couldn't imagine what it would be like to walk where Jesus walked. My response was this and it is just my heart about my visit. In life I have seen people over sensationalize things. As I arrived In Jerusalem from the airport and we being driven to the hotel, truly, i didn't have any butterflies about being there, just a curiousity about what things would present themselves to me. As I walked about Old City Jerusalem the next day I initially felt nothing upon entering through Damascus Gate and was a documentarian on assignment, ensuring I captured all that was necessary for our project. It was no different than any other city we had been to in that respect. Then it happened...

As we paused at the wailing wall to pray together, I began to weep. Literal wails of those around me consumed my empathatic spirit. After that, my heart and spirit were open to the Holy Spirit moving about me. 

As for walking where Jesus walked, specifically the place ofhis condemnation, flogging site, nailing to the cross and crucifixtion site, I will never have the correct words to describe what it was like to be there at THOSE spots. I will simply state that the most magnificent spot I witnessed, that was truly a bible story come alive, was the site of his crucifixion. There, in the rock where his cross once stood, was the manifestation of Matthew 27:50-51 - "And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. 51And behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth shook and the rocks split." I couldn't believe I was now a witness to the split rock below the cross. I was, well...inside scripture at that moment. My spirit cried for what he must have felt in that moment. The love, the sacrifice, the honor.

Jesus...Thank you.

                                  


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