In the morning we had a service at the Garden Tomb. All 500 of our party were gathered for the last time and I was honored to pray the prayer in the service. I was quite overwhelmed as we worshiped God together in one of the two favoured locations where the resurrection may have occurred.
Kelli and I wandered the streets of the old city looking over the bazaar stalls.
We sat with our bus and exchanged e-mail addresses at dinnertime. We might try and put together a reunion in August.
As we drove to Tel Aviv to fly home I thought of all of the opportunities that had come Kelli and my way while we were in Israel. However, the most lasting impression was of the geogaraphical and historical grounding of the Christian faith.