Since the first day of this journey we have heard the words ‘Living Stones’ a description of the people of this region. Not sure I really grasped it until today when at the Mount of Olives. Our group had just gotten off the bus when we were approached by an man dressed in traditional Arab garb who also had a donkey. He was selling photo ops. Yet he was also a man of great compassion who so moved me that I went had my picture taken with him so as to never forget. (Details are being reserved for sermon…. Sorry). Later in the day as we entered the old city there were at least three Bar-Mitzvahs and a wedding happening in the same area with songs loud music and dancing. Then add to the joyful confusion a call to prayer and the scene was overwhelming. Then in a matter of moments we climb to the Temple Mount and the courtyard of the Dome of the Rock and some young adults choosing to pray in the open Rather than in the Mosque. And all around were the spires of Churches. Faithful people from all around the world gathering, celebrating, praying and worshipping…The Living Stones of God’s People… Today I understand what it means
Clem's Corner 