Wednesday, March 21, 2007


Cora didn't want to go to Israel at first. She didn't quite see what all the fuss was about. I told her, "Cora, Chris is going ... and if he goes without you, you're going to miss out on sharing something wonderful. He'll try, but he'll never be able to fully describe what it means to him." In the end, she relented, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it.

And then it was. Somewhere between, "All right. I'll go." and the morning we piled our bags in the church van and headed to Sea Tac airport, Cora's heart began to burn for a land she'd never seen. Her excitement grew during the trip from Seattle to Atlanta, and during the short layover there, and all through the long flight to Tel Aviv. In the darkest hour of our flight, when our legs ached from inactivity and we found ourselves rising and stretching and congregating back in the steward's section (where we met a believing, Messianic attendant named Marwin), Cora's desire fought its way past her exhaustion and shone in her eyes.

She told me later that the tears first came when she saw on the screen that we'd crossed the Mediterranean, and she looked out her window and caught her first glimpse of the Holy Land.

She didn't stop there. Cora cried at nearly every stop along our trip. She became my blessing. My friend, who had been so reluctant, so unconvinced, so complacent about this journey, now drew it in as though it were breath.

Sometimes, now, Cora and I will look at each other across the room, and smile. And I can see in her eyes that she's thinking of Israel. She can see I'm right there with her.

I long for that land. As our friend, Dave Perkins, says, "Once you get that sand in your sandals, you can never get it out." I can feel the sand even now, and I'm counting the days until our next trip.

I've a longing for another place, too. In unlooked-for moments, my heart responds to a sound my ears miss. I turn and look up past the clouds, and I know where I belong. And someday, I'll leave this place, where all is weight and worry and regret. Someday, I'll cross that wide sea and catch my first glimpse of the One I long for most. And though I've read there's no crying there, I've a feeling that when I hold those hands for the first time and I see for myself the love written in His wounds, I'll wash them in my tears.

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9 Comment:

At 3/21/2007 11:27 AM, Blogger Kim had this to say ...


At 3/22/2007 12:36 AM, Blogger MiPa had this to say ...

This is beautiful. You captured the feelings so well. I remember going to Israel--apprehensive, excited, awe struck--and I remember crying almost every step of my journey in Jerusalem. Thank you for bringing the memories to the forefront of my mind again.

At 3/22/2007 11:17 AM, Blogger The Preacher's Wife had this to say ...


This is just beautiful. I've never been to Israel but I long to go as well.

One of the sessions I'm teaching in a retreat this weekend deals with the subject of longing for our land of promise...do you mind if i share an excerpt of this post?


Lisa McKay

At 3/22/2007 5:35 PM, Blogger Cora had this to say ...

Shannon, my friend, I couldn't have described it any better. This trip was suppose to be all about Chris. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined that trip having such an impact on me. I wouldn't have traded that time for the world.

I am also counting the days until our next trip.

As I told you before, I believe I left my heart in Israel.

At 3/22/2007 5:51 PM, Anonymous pjs had this to say ...

Oh Shannon, I love the love and passion have for Isreal. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story.

At 3/22/2007 5:53 PM, Anonymous pjs had this to say ...

P.S.~ I can not believe I let a typo get by.....

At 3/23/2007 1:15 PM, Blogger Faerylandmom had this to say ...

I have never been to Israel, nor do I have strong tug to go right now. However, that last paragraph reminds me of where my heart should truly be.

It's too easy for me to forget where I really belong...

At 3/25/2007 10:16 AM, Blogger Ruth had this to say ...

i can really relate to this post.
i have spent some time in eretz and can sooo identify of your "home sweet home" feelings for the land.

one day i hope to return again. shalom!

At 3/26/2007 10:34 AM, Blogger Kelly Klepfer had this to say ...


Even though it made me long for a land I've never seen, I was touched by your words.

One day I hope to go and bury my toes in that sand that won't let go.


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