Apparently, people were trying to dive in this field of dry grass... there is no body of water within 10 km of this sign.
It's kinda a restaurnt... it's also kinda a hair salon... it would also kinda fit in perfectly in northern Michigan. I'm not sure if restaurnt is the correct spelling... again, this would fit perfectly in northern Michigan.
What is the difference between a trumpet player and a chain saw?
Vibrato. (This bad joke was brought to you by a website of some sort)
I suppose eating habits are a good basis for a relationship. This is obviously the road to a successful relationship. My prediction is that the couple will split when she finds out that he doesn't consider fish a meat.
Maybe Vegetarian means something different in Israel. But, typically chicken (shnitzel) and beef are not vegetarian dining category... (and yes, I asked and they do not use meat substitutes.)
thrown by the target of an invocation.
Today I tried to log on to my school email account and received this error message:
I don’t know what it means, but the cryptic language frightens me.
A word of advice: If you have several small cuts on your feet, don’t go swimming in the Dead Sea. It hurts.
Another word of advice: If you don’t have several small cuts on your feet, go swimming in the Dead Sea. It is a strange pleasure.
Time is short. Must go now.
CLL.S3.Angel error '80131600'
Exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation.
I don’t know what it means, but the cryptic language frightens me.
A word of advice: If you have several small cuts on your feet, don’t go swimming in the Dead Sea. It hurts.
Another word of advice: If you don’t have several small cuts on your feet, go swimming in the Dead Sea. It is a strange pleasure.
Time is short. Must go now.
I Will Always Wait For You To Catch Me Up
So much has happened since my last update. It is hard to know where to begin, what to tell, and what not to tell.
First, this last week I switched from the beginner class to the intermediate. This was not a gradual switch; it was baptism by fire. So, this last week has been extremely difficult and mentally and emotionally draining. We are assigned about four chapters of Hebrew text each night that we have to learn and know – well enough to recognize orally and reduplicate – for the next day. The next day we often take whatever we read and then retell the story in Hebrew using the future tense, present tense (imperatives and participles), and then the simple past tense (most Hebrew texts use the sequential past). On top of this, they go through an unbelievable amount of new vocabulary everyday. The teachers are very good about bringing it back and continuing to drill it, but it is still incredibly difficult. Needless to say, I was looking forward to Sabbath on Friday night.
One of the great things about switching to the intermediate is the chance to travel more. Basically, we’ll take those chapters we learn and then go to wherever they occurred and re-read the story there. I think I will have to come back someday to learn more about the sites outside of their use in the Biblical story (I certainly wouldn’t mind coming back). We do get some background about the sites, but all of it is in Hebrew and I often miss things.
So places we have gone and the places we will go. The first field trip was with the beginner’s class down to Joffa (or Joppa); we went through the book of Jonah down there and I got thrown into the Mediterranean like Jonah… apparently the lots fell on me.
On the next trip, we followed the path of the ark of the covenant when it was stolen by the Philistines in 1 Samuel 4-6. So, first to Even Ezer (Ebenezer) and Aphek, then to Ashdod and Ekron, then to Beth Shemesh… then to the Elvis cafĂ©, which has the largest Elvis statue and statue collection outside of Graceland (though I am not sure if the ark of the covenant ever went there?). One of the strangest things I found on this trip were “sea” shells on desert plants. Maybe everyone else knows about these, but they caught me off guard. They are everywhere (pictured the beginning of the post).
On the next trip, we went down to the Negev: Ziklag, Be’ersheva, and G’rar. This was a great trip. Ziklag was cool as there were a lot of wild horses, a few camels, and an Israeli army helicopter that circled us the entire time we were there. I think it was unusual to see a tour bus that far off the road. Be’ersheva was an amazing place, with the largest cistern I have ever been in... also the second cistern I have ever been in. G’rar was beautiful, though there wasn’t much there besides trees and fields of wheat and barley. The Negev is the desert… I drank 4 liters of water and was still dehydrated when we came back.
This week we will go up to the Galilee for three days, which will be exciting. On the weekend, we will go to Bethlehem. And then in our final week we are going to the Old City southern wall excavation, and to Hezekiah’s tunnel. There is also a day of surprise field trip sites… so I’ll let ya’ll know.
(On a related note, English needs to adopt “ya’ll” officially. I really don’t like being unable to differentiate between 2nd person singular and plural.)
Besides this, we are still working on memorizing Jonah and trying to get ready to teach when we come back. All of this is making the time go incredibly fast. Weeks go by like days. I literally just count the Sabbath’s and let the rest of the time just blend and blur into a constant, unbroken mass.
Sabbath here is such a mystical type of experience. I have tried to describe it, but I can’t find the words. It is not found in the strange arbitrary rules many Christians thrust onto it (like no swimming or TV or restaurants or the whole variety of rules designed to make us not enjoy the blessing). But, it is also not in the do whatever you want kind of thing (where people like me usually end up working and getting busy). Nor is it somewhere between these two extremes. It is different. It is wonderful and enigmatic. There is a mystical atmosphere in this place. It’s as though on Friday’s you can feel a blessing descending in the air. Everyone seems to love it: Christian or Jew, religious or non-religious. Everyone seems to relish it.
I know that probably sounded strange and new agey... maybe I can impose more analytic language on it later… maybe not.
First, this last week I switched from the beginner class to the intermediate. This was not a gradual switch; it was baptism by fire. So, this last week has been extremely difficult and mentally and emotionally draining. We are assigned about four chapters of Hebrew text each night that we have to learn and know – well enough to recognize orally and reduplicate – for the next day. The next day we often take whatever we read and then retell the story in Hebrew using the future tense, present tense (imperatives and participles), and then the simple past tense (most Hebrew texts use the sequential past). On top of this, they go through an unbelievable amount of new vocabulary everyday. The teachers are very good about bringing it back and continuing to drill it, but it is still incredibly difficult. Needless to say, I was looking forward to Sabbath on Friday night.
One of the great things about switching to the intermediate is the chance to travel more. Basically, we’ll take those chapters we learn and then go to wherever they occurred and re-read the story there. I think I will have to come back someday to learn more about the sites outside of their use in the Biblical story (I certainly wouldn’t mind coming back). We do get some background about the sites, but all of it is in Hebrew and I often miss things.
So places we have gone and the places we will go. The first field trip was with the beginner’s class down to Joffa (or Joppa); we went through the book of Jonah down there and I got thrown into the Mediterranean like Jonah… apparently the lots fell on me.
On the next trip, we followed the path of the ark of the covenant when it was stolen by the Philistines in 1 Samuel 4-6. So, first to Even Ezer (Ebenezer) and Aphek, then to Ashdod and Ekron, then to Beth Shemesh… then to the Elvis cafĂ©, which has the largest Elvis statue and statue collection outside of Graceland (though I am not sure if the ark of the covenant ever went there?). One of the strangest things I found on this trip were “sea” shells on desert plants. Maybe everyone else knows about these, but they caught me off guard. They are everywhere (pictured the beginning of the post).
On the next trip, we went down to the Negev: Ziklag, Be’ersheva, and G’rar. This was a great trip. Ziklag was cool as there were a lot of wild horses, a few camels, and an Israeli army helicopter that circled us the entire time we were there. I think it was unusual to see a tour bus that far off the road. Be’ersheva was an amazing place, with the largest cistern I have ever been in... also the second cistern I have ever been in. G’rar was beautiful, though there wasn’t much there besides trees and fields of wheat and barley. The Negev is the desert… I drank 4 liters of water and was still dehydrated when we came back.
This week we will go up to the Galilee for three days, which will be exciting. On the weekend, we will go to Bethlehem. And then in our final week we are going to the Old City southern wall excavation, and to Hezekiah’s tunnel. There is also a day of surprise field trip sites… so I’ll let ya’ll know.
(On a related note, English needs to adopt “ya’ll” officially. I really don’t like being unable to differentiate between 2nd person singular and plural.)
Besides this, we are still working on memorizing Jonah and trying to get ready to teach when we come back. All of this is making the time go incredibly fast. Weeks go by like days. I literally just count the Sabbath’s and let the rest of the time just blend and blur into a constant, unbroken mass.
Sabbath here is such a mystical type of experience. I have tried to describe it, but I can’t find the words. It is not found in the strange arbitrary rules many Christians thrust onto it (like no swimming or TV or restaurants or the whole variety of rules designed to make us not enjoy the blessing). But, it is also not in the do whatever you want kind of thing (where people like me usually end up working and getting busy). Nor is it somewhere between these two extremes. It is different. It is wonderful and enigmatic. There is a mystical atmosphere in this place. It’s as though on Friday’s you can feel a blessing descending in the air. Everyone seems to love it: Christian or Jew, religious or non-religious. Everyone seems to relish it.
I know that probably sounded strange and new agey... maybe I can impose more analytic language on it later… maybe not.
And May God Hold You in the Palm of His Hand
One night, Abraham was sitting by a fire eating, when a stranger came along. Abraham, being a hospitable person, invited the stranger to join him by the fire and eat with him. He fed this stranger as they warmed themselves by the fire, and Abraham welcomed the stranger into his house. However, as Abraham and the guest talked, the subject of religion came up and Abraham discovered that this man was a pagan. Not just a pagan; a pagan of the worst kind. Abraham – a zealous man – was incensed and threw the guest out of his house - sorry that he had shown such a man any hospitality. That night, as he slept, God came to Abraham in a dream.
“Abraham,” God said, “why did you throw this man out of your house?”
“He was a pagan and an abominable sinner,” Abraham answered.
After a moment, God said, “I have tolerated that man for 60 years, and you, you couldn’t tolerate warming him by your fire for a single night?”
Abraham awoke. He began to think about the dream and the realization hit him: the man was no different than he. Abraham had been a pagan as well, and for well over 60 years no less. The stranger that Abraham threw out was no different than himself, except for the grace of God. Abraham let his zealousness replace something that is even more important: hospitality.
In Luke 10, Jesus sends out seventy ahead of him to go where he “intended” to go. Jesus says to them: “Whatever house you enter, first say, “Peace to this house!” And if anyone is there who is a ‘son of peace’, your peace will rest on that person… Whenever you enter a town and its people welcome you, eat what is set before you; cure the sick who are there, and say to them, ‘The kingdom of God has come near to you.’” (The “son of peace” is not usually in English translations, but is a beautiful Hebrew and Greek phrase/idiom).
Notice the prerequisite for saying “the kingdom of God has come near to you.” It is simple hospitality, nothing more, nothing less. There is no condition concerning conversion or anything of the sort here. It is about peace: peace and hospitality.
Too often it seems that modern Christians are of the “zealous” mind-set, like Abraham in the first story: the stranger could be a Muslim, a Jew, a Buddhist, a Hindu, and so forth. The question is not can we convert these people, but how can we live at peace with them. How can we be sons and daughters of peace? How can we live a hospitable life?
These are just some things I have been thinking about lately. (By the way, the story about Abraham is Jewish folklore and the picture is from the beach on the Mediterranean looking back into Tel Aviv).
“Abraham,” God said, “why did you throw this man out of your house?”
“He was a pagan and an abominable sinner,” Abraham answered.
After a moment, God said, “I have tolerated that man for 60 years, and you, you couldn’t tolerate warming him by your fire for a single night?”
Abraham awoke. He began to think about the dream and the realization hit him: the man was no different than he. Abraham had been a pagan as well, and for well over 60 years no less. The stranger that Abraham threw out was no different than himself, except for the grace of God. Abraham let his zealousness replace something that is even more important: hospitality.
In Luke 10, Jesus sends out seventy ahead of him to go where he “intended” to go. Jesus says to them: “Whatever house you enter, first say, “Peace to this house!” And if anyone is there who is a ‘son of peace’, your peace will rest on that person… Whenever you enter a town and its people welcome you, eat what is set before you; cure the sick who are there, and say to them, ‘The kingdom of God has come near to you.’” (The “son of peace” is not usually in English translations, but is a beautiful Hebrew and Greek phrase/idiom).
Notice the prerequisite for saying “the kingdom of God has come near to you.” It is simple hospitality, nothing more, nothing less. There is no condition concerning conversion or anything of the sort here. It is about peace: peace and hospitality.
Too often it seems that modern Christians are of the “zealous” mind-set, like Abraham in the first story: the stranger could be a Muslim, a Jew, a Buddhist, a Hindu, and so forth. The question is not can we convert these people, but how can we live at peace with them. How can we be sons and daughters of peace? How can we live a hospitable life?
These are just some things I have been thinking about lately. (By the way, the story about Abraham is Jewish folklore and the picture is from the beach on the Mediterranean looking back into Tel Aviv).
God's Consort
On Thursday, the Kibbutz offered a walking tour down to one of the archaeological dig sites that is on their property. This particular walk was down to the cave of John the Baptist. Whether John the Baptist was ever actually there is debatable, but what is clear is that in this cave is the earliest known drawing of John the Baptist, which dates to around the 4th century. This picture of John the Baptist was actually featured as the cover story of “Newsweek” on August 30, 2004. Besides the John the Baptist drawing, the other thing that is quite clear is that this has been a holy site for thousands of years. There is a saying I have heard several times since coming here: “once a holy site, always a holy site.” Though the significance of any given site may change over the centuries, the holiness of a site is understood as passed down. And this site was one of those; there are at least three distinct uses for this holy site (I will only discuss the first in any depth).
This site was Jewish from the beginning. A sample taken from the plastered wall of the cistern was radiocarbon dated to the era of David. Originally, it seems as though site was a giant cistern where the people would congregate to try to entice God to send the rains. Remember that in this land, rain was life or death. There is a hole in the top of the cistern that captures water, and opens in an outer court, which would flood if the cistern were full. On the side of the court there are eight cut stones that, if the courtyard was entirely flooded would be about half submerged in water. The stones are quite obviously representative of something, as they would have served no practical function. They are most likely representation of divine presence: the heavenly court.
In the middle of the eight stones there is one stone that is slightly bigger than the other stones that is balanced on a small square pillar, less than half of the size of the massive stone on top of it. The evidence from other known shrines says that this big stone is the LORD, and the surrounding stones are his heavenly court. The evidence supporting this is the small pillar the large stone in balanced on. Often, in the Bible, the LORD is viewed as sitting: heaven is God’s throne and the earth is his footstool (Is. 66:1; see also 1 Chron. 28:2, Ex. 24:10, and so forth). The LORD is balanced on a smaller stone because He is viewed as sitting down, and this smaller stone is his footstool, which likely represents the earth. Also, as I said, this was a site where people would come to pray for God to send the rain. The idea of God as the one who controls the rain is actually a very Biblical one; consider the life of Elijah, or Psalm 29 (where God is painted as the cloud-rider, a title that typically belonged to Baal), and so forth.
Next to this stone is a smaller stone - the same height as all the others, but much thinner. It is thought that this is God’s wife: Asherah. There have been several archaeological discoveries that indicate that ancient folk Judaism believed that God had a consort, and Asherah was her name. For example, a piece of pottery was discovered in 1975 in the Sinai desert that had this inscription: “I have blessed you by YHVH of Samaria and His Asherah.” Similar inscriptions are found in several other places. Of course, this makes sense as we read of several kings who worshipped Asherah alongside the LORD. II Kings 23:6 even tells us that there was an Asherah pole in the temple.
Originally, Asherah was Baal’s consort, but it seems likely – and even supported by the Bible – that the Israelites adopted much from the cult of Baal, and in a sense, remarried Asherah to the LORD. This seems to have been a later development, but not that late. It appears to have been a battle for well over a hundred years. Asherah was a fertility goddess known as "the one who walked the sea" so, it would be fitting for her to be in a court that would half-flood.
Of course, the Torah forbids the setting up of stones to represent the divine (e.g. Deut. 16:22; Lev. 26:1), but passages like 1 Kings 14:22-23 make it obvious that the law wasn’t necessarily followed. Indeed, if this is a place where Asherah and God are represented as married, I doubt they had too much concern for the Torah. Indeed, standing stones and Asherah poles are all over the Bible. And of course, this would be even more offensive to the prophets were these people actually trying to marry God and Asherah.
It is now thought that this was one of the sites where “holiness” and “water” were united. These sites are found in extra-biblical literature as holy sites.
Eventually, this cistern was abandoned and no longer used as a cistern. However, “once a holy site, always a holy site.” Eventually, probably not long after the cistern was abandoned as a cistern, it became a mikvah: a Jewish ritual-bathing place. Apparently, it was a very popular one. When the diggers were digging, they unearthed thousands and thousands of broken tools and pots and so forth.
Around 70 A.D., with the destruction of the temple and the chaos that followed, the mikvah was abandoned as well. However, holy sites are not abandoned. It appears that, though abandoned, this site was remembered as a holy site: a site where “holiness” and “water” were united. A monk, knowing well the story of John the Baptist apparently knew also of this site and quickly made the connection between a site of holiness and water and John the Baptist. Thus, he came to the cave and apparently it became a religious site again. The monks who lived there carved several things into the rock that suggest that they had John the Baptist in mind. On one side, there is a carving into the plaster of a man with wild hair, dressed in animal skins, and holding a staff. On the opposite wall is a picture of a dove and a beheaded head. All of these images point to John the Baptist of course.
As to the question of whether John the Baptist was ever actually there, I don’t know. It is possible, but I doubt it. Nonetheless, visiting this ancient holy site was a fantastic experience. Plus, our tour guide – who was involved in the original dig and wrote a masters thesis on it – was brilliant, and had a sense of humor that was like a mirror of Woody Allen’s. Overall, a very good time.
This site was Jewish from the beginning. A sample taken from the plastered wall of the cistern was radiocarbon dated to the era of David. Originally, it seems as though site was a giant cistern where the people would congregate to try to entice God to send the rains. Remember that in this land, rain was life or death. There is a hole in the top of the cistern that captures water, and opens in an outer court, which would flood if the cistern were full. On the side of the court there are eight cut stones that, if the courtyard was entirely flooded would be about half submerged in water. The stones are quite obviously representative of something, as they would have served no practical function. They are most likely representation of divine presence: the heavenly court.
In the middle of the eight stones there is one stone that is slightly bigger than the other stones that is balanced on a small square pillar, less than half of the size of the massive stone on top of it. The evidence from other known shrines says that this big stone is the LORD, and the surrounding stones are his heavenly court. The evidence supporting this is the small pillar the large stone in balanced on. Often, in the Bible, the LORD is viewed as sitting: heaven is God’s throne and the earth is his footstool (Is. 66:1; see also 1 Chron. 28:2, Ex. 24:10, and so forth). The LORD is balanced on a smaller stone because He is viewed as sitting down, and this smaller stone is his footstool, which likely represents the earth. Also, as I said, this was a site where people would come to pray for God to send the rain. The idea of God as the one who controls the rain is actually a very Biblical one; consider the life of Elijah, or Psalm 29 (where God is painted as the cloud-rider, a title that typically belonged to Baal), and so forth.
Next to this stone is a smaller stone - the same height as all the others, but much thinner. It is thought that this is God’s wife: Asherah. There have been several archaeological discoveries that indicate that ancient folk Judaism believed that God had a consort, and Asherah was her name. For example, a piece of pottery was discovered in 1975 in the Sinai desert that had this inscription: “I have blessed you by YHVH of Samaria and His Asherah.” Similar inscriptions are found in several other places. Of course, this makes sense as we read of several kings who worshipped Asherah alongside the LORD. II Kings 23:6 even tells us that there was an Asherah pole in the temple.
Originally, Asherah was Baal’s consort, but it seems likely – and even supported by the Bible – that the Israelites adopted much from the cult of Baal, and in a sense, remarried Asherah to the LORD. This seems to have been a later development, but not that late. It appears to have been a battle for well over a hundred years. Asherah was a fertility goddess known as "the one who walked the sea" so, it would be fitting for her to be in a court that would half-flood.
Of course, the Torah forbids the setting up of stones to represent the divine (e.g. Deut. 16:22; Lev. 26:1), but passages like 1 Kings 14:22-23 make it obvious that the law wasn’t necessarily followed. Indeed, if this is a place where Asherah and God are represented as married, I doubt they had too much concern for the Torah. Indeed, standing stones and Asherah poles are all over the Bible. And of course, this would be even more offensive to the prophets were these people actually trying to marry God and Asherah.
It is now thought that this was one of the sites where “holiness” and “water” were united. These sites are found in extra-biblical literature as holy sites.
Eventually, this cistern was abandoned and no longer used as a cistern. However, “once a holy site, always a holy site.” Eventually, probably not long after the cistern was abandoned as a cistern, it became a mikvah: a Jewish ritual-bathing place. Apparently, it was a very popular one. When the diggers were digging, they unearthed thousands and thousands of broken tools and pots and so forth.
Around 70 A.D., with the destruction of the temple and the chaos that followed, the mikvah was abandoned as well. However, holy sites are not abandoned. It appears that, though abandoned, this site was remembered as a holy site: a site where “holiness” and “water” were united. A monk, knowing well the story of John the Baptist apparently knew also of this site and quickly made the connection between a site of holiness and water and John the Baptist. Thus, he came to the cave and apparently it became a religious site again. The monks who lived there carved several things into the rock that suggest that they had John the Baptist in mind. On one side, there is a carving into the plaster of a man with wild hair, dressed in animal skins, and holding a staff. On the opposite wall is a picture of a dove and a beheaded head. All of these images point to John the Baptist of course.
As to the question of whether John the Baptist was ever actually there, I don’t know. It is possible, but I doubt it. Nonetheless, visiting this ancient holy site was a fantastic experience. Plus, our tour guide – who was involved in the original dig and wrote a masters thesis on it – was brilliant, and had a sense of humor that was like a mirror of Woody Allen’s. Overall, a very good time.
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