As we traveled from place to place—in addition to the spiritual significance attached to each—I was struck by how anchored in real, historical places the Christian faith is. Jesus did not spring forth from a bead of sweat on the brow of Dionysis, nor any other myth or legend. He walked on the shores of real bodies of water. He taught real people in places we can visit today. His ministry took place in towns and cities that still exist. I write this from Bethlehem, the place of his birth.
Christianity is as high above any mythology as high as the heavens are above the earth. Visiting the Holy Land confirms the basic foundations of the Christian faith: Jesus was a real man, in a real time, and part of a real people. He lived, died, and rose again in a place we can visit.
But, even in the land of Jesus, there are 100s of thousands, if not millions, of people who do not know him. Some believe he was a prophet and some believe he was a teacher, but few, relatively speaking, believe he is Lord and Messiah.
I’m burdened for those here who do not know Christ. I’m also burdened for those here who do, but who often are forgotten by the body of Christ around the world. My prayer is that Jesus would become known all across the land of his birth and those who know him already would experience a strengthening and sustaining move of his Spirit so powerful that God alone would be glorified.
Making disciples of Jesus who live for His Kingdom.