Israel, Rosemary, and Faith
Having just returned from Israel, my mind is a blur. Some of it is fatigue, other due to travel and changing time zones, and jumbled reflections on my experience in the Holy Land. Before I departed the plane on Australian soil this morning, I remembered a sprig of rosemary needed to be removed that I had placed in my Bible. How I received that rosemary is a story all its own. I have been down to the Western Wall on a couple occasions, but I had never ventured into the underground area heading north where men pray. This area can be seen clearly from above by anyone who takes the Rabbinical Tunnel tour. I didn't know if I was permitted in that area, but after I was assured it was alright I went in. As soon as I entered, an Orthodox Jew (based upon his attire) greeted me and shook my hand - something I did not expect. I do not know how strict the rules are concerning a Jew touching a Gentile these days, but his warm welcome was appreciated. He...