Monday, April 27, 2009
The End
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
"Please Don't Forget Me"
My last two days in the Holy Land have been everything I could have asked for and more.
Yesterday we finished up our Last Week of Jesus’ Life field trip. We started first thing in the morning in Gethsemane. We talked about “the olive press”—which is the literal meaning of Gethsemane. Apparently, when you press olives, the oil only squeezes out under extreme pressure, and when it first comes out, it’s red. If you can imagine, our Savior being squeezed of every last drop of blood that came through his pores. The first time in Gethsemane, I was reading the accounts of the atonement, and I stopped to ponder the weight of what Jesus bore for us. Think of the worst feeling you’ve ever felt. Christ bore the brunt of every suicidal, depressed, hopeless despair that any human is capable of feeling—that every human has ever experienced. And what is incredible, is that He did it. He could have “given up the ghost” any time—He had that power over death, he didn’t have to wait for the cross. Couple that with the worst physical pain you can imagine—you’d do anything to escape. I know that in a torture situation I would certainly be pleading with the Lord to take my life as quickly as possible. But Christ endured. Every last brutal second. We cannot really even begin to comprehend, because it was an infinite and eternal sacrifice, and our minds are still limited to the scope of mortality.
Then we walked up to St. Peter’s Gallicantu, where Jesus was tried before Caiaphas. Elder Talmage, in Jesus the Christ goes through 2 pages of ways that this “trial” was entirely illegitimate. These men had no power over Christ on earth, let alone as their Creator. And think, too, that Christ knew each one of them as intimately as He knows you and me. He knew them before the world was, knew their divine potential, and patiently bore their scorn and hatred as He atoned for their sins, pains, and sorrows. At the church was a courtyard that was used to tether livestock—and prisoners. Beneath were holding cells where Jesus would have awaited “trial.”
After St. Peter’s we went to St. Anne’s, where the pools of Bethesda are, for lunch. We sang in the church there, it has the best acoustics of pretty much anywhere. Then we went to the Church of the Flagellation and Church of the Condemnation, where Christ appeared before Pilate and was sentenced to be crucified. It makes me sick every time I see the movie, when they drive the nails into His hands. After all He had already suffered, He spent an additional 6 hours on the cross. When we took the tour at the Garden Tomb, they told us that Golgothat would have been on a main road in and out of Jerusalem—this was a public execution. It reminds of a medieval hanging, where everyone turns out to spectate the fate of the condemned. And Christ didn’t have to wait to die a natural death. Death by crucifixion usually happens over several days, and He gave His life willingly (gratefully by then, I’m sure) after only 6 hours. But after everything He had endured, and experiencing the complete withdrawal of the Spirit, as Elder Holland just talked about, it must have felt like 6 lifetimes.
Last we came to the Garden Tomb. Of everything that Jerusalem is and has meant to me, this is what I am most loath to leave. It is here that I have felt my Savior, as if He stood beside me. Today I spent about half an hour inside the tomb, and I kept thinking, “He’s not here, for He is risen.” But He is with me wherever I am, and in such a sacred space, He is closest to me in the place where He reclaimed His broken body and became a perfect, resurrected being, so that all mankind may do the same. I almost couldn’t tear myself away. It felt symbolic of the journey I’m about to take. Leaving the security of the Jerusalem Center bubble to go forth and do the will of the Father. One thing I know for certain is that, because I have been given this great gift, I now have a responsibility greater than before, greater than many others who will never have this opportunity. I know my Savior lives. I testify to that with all my being. And because I know, my life can never be the same.
And this afternoon, I learned more about love, acceptance, and Christ than at any other time in my life. I went with some of the girls to visit the Palestinian families in our neighborhoods that they’ve grown close to. The last family we visited had about 6 little girls—tho not all from the same family, I think it was an extended family—and as soon as we were within sight of our house they came running into our arms. Even me, who had never met them before, they were hugging and kissing, and saying, over and over, “I love you! I love you!” Every house we went to, you could just feel the genuine love that these people had for us students, most of whom they hardly know. And they somehow have so much love to give. Pure love, the love of Christ. Even in the humblest of circumstances, surrounded by conflict between Palestinians and Israelis, their hearts are pure and so full of love. At the last house, they gave each of us a piece of jewelry as a parting gift. I felt kind of bad, because one of the girls had got hold of me and kept putting things on me, and when I tried to return them, her mother told me they were gifts. So I ended up with a pair of earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, about 6 seashells, a flower, a hair clip, and the girl tried to give me this nice wooden box that they were all in, but the mother accepted that one back. But I will treasure these gifts. Because they were offered out of love, and to me they symbolize everything that is good in the world. As we were leaving—tearing ourselves away, we could barely stand to go—the oldest girl (she’s 12) wrapped me in a hug and whispered, “Please don’t forget me.” And I just had to cry. Her statement was filled with such longing, and sorrow for parting, this girl who didn’t know me at all. I said, “Of course not, how could I?” All I want is to remember. Remember everything. Everything that I have seen, and felt, and become here. My greatest fear is that I’ll forget, even in the smallest measure.
I wish I had better words to express this. I hope you all aren’t too disappointed when I come back and I’m not the same person you knew before.
Monday, April 20, 2009
"Rise and Shout, the Cougars are out!"
Sunday, April 19, 2009
"You Have No Money"
Today we basically just wandered around the Old City. Like, we all did a little shopping (I did have some things I needed to get that were already in the budget- it was the superfluous things that I employed Stephanie for, lol), but mostly we just wandered. We hit up all the places we usually go- Old City: Shaban's, Jewish Quarter, Joseph Smith's, Imad's; West Jerusalem: Ben Yehuda, the Sukh. It was a good day. Pretty low-key, like we weren't trying to do or see anything, we were just being here, you know. And we did it for like, 7 hours. Our legs hurt now, as I'm sure you can imagine. Ooh, and I went street surfing. In the Old City they have wheel ramps on all the steps so that carts and tractors and stuff can get around, and they're pretty slick, and so are the bottoms of my sandals, so I was sliding down every single one that we passed on this one road- and they were about every 5 feet. It was really fun. Most of them are only about a foot of ramp, but some of them are like, two or three steps in a row. :D I had Stephanie take a video of it. And then we all took videos just walking through the Old City, waving to all the merchants and just kind of preserving the experience. It was neat, I'm glad Stephanie had the idea.
Last night we had a fireside about the Last Supper. They call it the "Triclinium Experience" because they set up a table like they would have used at the Last Supper- called a Triclinium, because it has three sides. It's set up on the floor, and all the people eating recline on one elbow around this table. They had all the guys sit around it to demonstrate and I took a picture- I'll post the remainder of my pix when I get home. But like, so much more of that whole scene suddenly makes sense. It was amazing how much it cleared it up. For instance, where it says that John was "leaning on Jesus' breast"- well, the way they're sitting, the person to your right can literally lean back onto you- so it's really not as weird as it sounds, it's like totally normal. Just different things like that. It was really neat. I went to the Garden of Gethsemane for the last time yesterday. Well, the last time on a Shabbat, neway. I'm pretty sure we'll be there tomorrow on our Last Week of Jesus' Life field trip. Things are winding up fast!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
"What's the problem, Sparkle?"
K, so we've been having Finals Week Round 2 around here, but we only had like, 2 and a half finals, so it's been pretty low stress, not like last time. But not much has been happening, either. Last night just about everyone went over to the Western Wall like we did at the very beginning of the semester for the beginning of Shabbat. Ken and I were the only people left in the dining hall at 6:30, which is when everyone going to the Wall left. And our Branch President and his wife (self-proclaimed resident matchmakers) saw us sitting together, so they came over and were like, "Hey, what are you guys up to tonight?" And we had talked about watching a movie, since everyone was gone, and they were like, "You can come and bake cookies at our apartment." And like, apparently they've arranged several of these kinds of dates- I'd been hearing about them, and honestly kind of wondering why I hadn't been on one- so we totally knew what they were about, but we decided it could be fun, so we were like, "Ok..." And I told Ken, "Now they think we're going to get married." And he was like, "We have to leave tonight with them absolutely convinced we're engaged."
So like, we both went into this thinking that it would be hilarious, and it was. Seriously the best awkward date EVER. We went and baked some cookies- they keep a bowl of cookie dough ready in the apartment- and they were like, "So, where you from?" that kind of thing. And we'd been talking for a while when- I'm not kidding- she winks at me, and says, "So, Ken, do you have a girlfriend?" And I was kind of like, Is this seriously happening? And he said, "No. But I'm working on it, right Lara?" And I was like, "Ya..." And the Branch President said, "Well, you guys look good together." And Ken's all, "Ya, we'd have beautiful children." And he was like, "Ya, that's what I'm saying, you took the words right out of my mouth." And she's all, "Stand up, so we can see you together." So we did, and Ken put his arm around me, and they were like, "You look good." And we sat down kind of awkwardly. And the Branch President said to Ken, "Did that feel good, having your arm around her?" And then we definitely changed the subject. Awkward! It was actually totally cool, tho, coz we're just friends and so we both just thought it was so funny. And then we went upstairs and watched Aladdin, and I put on my Jasmine pants (as in, the actual kind of pants she wears in the movie... yep) and my Jasmine shirt (don't worry, this one just has a monogram of her on the front). :D
But ya, so now I can say that I have had the full JC dating experience. It would not have been complete without that. Lol.
Monday, April 13, 2009
"I have been changed for good..."
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Pictures! (Last time)


All of us watching the BYU game (that we lost...). You can tell how into it I am. I was, however, NOT allowed to be on the internet, as we were streaming it from ESPN.com. Lol.


The Mosque of the Nativity across the street. Hey, Muslims believe in Jesus having a miraculous birth, too. Just different than our version.
My little mother of pearl nativity that I got in Bethlehem. :) I couldn't afford anything bigger, but I love it.









K, so this is the valley where all the nations of the world will gather against Israel at the 2nd Coming. Pretty sweet. It's the Jezreel Valley, as seen from the top of Megiddo (aka Armageddon).




They had all the Beatitudes in stained glass like this around the church. It was way fun figuring them out, I'm still kinda sad that almost no one took my little challenge...
K, this is at the Church of the Multiplication of the Loaves and Fishes (a mouthful, yes). And as we were outside talking about it, this random dog jumped in the fountain... We're not really even sure where it came from.





HAHA! You got to admit, this was clever. This is where we stopped to talk about the swines that ran off a cliff after the devils went into them. Ryan, on the left, came up with this idea.
My new boyfriend... :P But seriously, I totally ate that! After I kissed it... And it was pretty good fish, too.



The other baptismal site. It's prettier than the one in Jordan, but less likely. This is where people come to get baptized in the Jordan River, tho. They gave us a handout that looked like that scene in "O Brother Where Art Thou." But like, one of Bro. Huff's kids got baptized here.



K, so apparently there would have been hot tubs sitting on top of these things. This is at Beth Shean, btw. Pretty trippy.






This is Caesarea Phillippi. (Not to be confused with Maritima...) This is where Christ said, "Upon this rock will I build my church." 












Some embassy in Haifa. We only just drove by it. But the bus driver did go around the roundabout twice so that we could get pictures, lol.
Statue of Elijah at the top of Mt. Carmel. I dunno if I told about how we got stuck up there... Well, we did, coz a whole bunch of other buses were blocking the road by the time we wanted to leave. We were stuck for like an hour.

Mass at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre on Palm Sunday (where I almost fainted).

Dude. I totally took this picture. And honestly, I can't believe it turned out so freaking AWESOME because I totally had to hold the camera up over my head to get it. Ya, I rock. :D
So about 2/3 of the way through the procession (our group had been systematically splintering up to this point) I realized that I would need to make sure I had at least 2 other people to get back to the Center with... So I grabbed these three (the girl poking her head through wasn't part of our group) and said, "Hey let's stick together." And then we actually met up with everybody at St. Anne's at the end but we still wanted a picture.
This is that absolutely gorgeous church at the Franciscan monastery. The picture does it completely no justice whatsoever.
K, so this is the Herodion. The top, anyway. From the bottom it kinda looks like a volcano... The bus never stops in a good place to get pictures of these places from the bottom.
These are the pretty cool stairs leading to the cistern on the inside. Like, these are kind of impressive, for how old they are. Herod may have been a bad dude, but he knew how to build things.


K, so this is me and Steph playing the bells later that day. This wasn't while we were actually playing, but it's a pretty accurate reenactment of the consternation I personally was feeling... It was scary. I kinda sucked.


The Dead Sea! Dude, this place is so trippy! I wrote a paper on Jerusalem at the Second Coming a few days after this, and one of the signs is that the waters of the Dead Sea will be healed and I was like, "What a shame!" coz it is a way fun place. Lol.
Dead Sea mud! The point of this pic is that I'm darker than Kara for once in my life, because I used the black mud and she used the gray mud (she's Hawaiian...). You can't see the difference as much in the photo, sorry...
Ein Gedi. It's just this random waterfall in the middle of the desert. And that's not it, really, you have to hike up further.


Talent Show!!! K, so this was our opening MC skit. Josh and I did the actions (we were on a *safari*) and the real MCs did our voices. It was pretty fun.

Hehe, this is me in everyone's clothes. I didn't end up with any good pix from the actual skit, so we took some after. That's Chelsea's hat, Kara's jacket, Eliza's skirt, and Heidi's shoes. Holy crap, it felt SO GOOD to be in real heels again!!! That was the best part. :D
K, so this was our Triclinium fireside. They had all the guys come up and demonstrate the seating arrangement. You can kinda see how "leaning on Jesus' breast" would be totally not even weird. Like, just imagine JJ, in the middle there, leaning back. Totally normal.
Me emerging from Lazarus' tomb. Except that's like the very most underground part. There's still a whole other stairway to climb up. This guy was pretty seriously interred.

Dormition Abbey. Which I never got to go inside, dang it! I was misled, because I thought that's what we were going to do on our last week field trip, but apparently not...
The Upper Room, where the Last Supper would have been. At least, about 6 meters above where it would have been...


K, so this is when I met these incredibly sweet little girls for the first time, after being out in the city after that field trip (well, the day before the last couple pix, actually). And it made me want to go and meet their families and the other families that these girls had all gotten to know.
This is Rachael and I with Susan and her children. Rachael gave the older girl some clothes that she didn't need anymore, and I thought that was really sweet.
This is "Mom." She made us popcorn, and she was so sad to see us leave for the last time. It touched me how much love these people have. It's amazing. We sang "God Be With You Til We Meet Again" for her.
This is Sahad- she's the one who dressed me up. You can see that I was just a little nervous to have a six year old poking around in my ear... She actually put the earrings in backwards, but she didn't stab me.

This is me being sad because I had to leave behind my palm frond that's been sitting in my room since Palm Sunday. It was the last night- you can see the suitcase and various disarray behind me.
Have you ever noticed that they apparently don't have a 13th row on airplanes? At least, on this one they didn't. So I took a picture. Because I've been a tourist for the last 4 months, and that's what tourists do. Lol, I keep having the impulse to take pictures of random things in Utah, just because it's been the norm for so long...
And this is the Nativity that I bought, after I got it all home safely and unwrapped it. :) Pretty!