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The Good Friday Journey




My first visit to Israel landed me smack in the middle of Holy Week.  An unexpected surprise literally swept me off my feet in Jerusalem on Good Friday.  I invite you join me at Truth Rejoices today where my friend, Jeannie, encouraged me to share my story.  I hope you like it!   Click here where you can read about my adventure and feel free to leave a comment.  I’ll be sure to read them.  Happy Easter, friends.

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  1. Oh my friend...how exciting that must have been...especially being taken up in that huge crowd. You must have felt at some point as if this was actually happening in the time of Jesus being there with you. Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful experience with us. xx

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  2. Left a comment over at your friend's blog! But wow, what an experience! I'm not much of a traveler, but lately I'm been thinking of visiting Israel; we shall see.

    Happy Easter!

    betty

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  3. Wow. That gave me chills, Mary. I'm not sure (that) I might not have panicked. To be there during Holy Week had to have been such a privilege.

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  4. Via Dolorosa - the way of grief. The most meaningful thing for Christians to do while in old Jerusalem is to walk on this road, believed to be the path on which Jesus walked to his crucification. A lifetime experience!

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  5. How amazing! Thank you so much for sharing. Happy Easter.

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  6. What a blessing of an experience. I dream of seeing the Holy Land. I have often dreamed of making Aliyah, too.

    God Bless you for writing about your taste of Israel, so that others may be part of that beautiful memory of yours.

    Hasi

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  7. Oh, it was so nice to click over and read of your wonderful adventure! Thank you for sharing and for all you do. May the dear Lord bless you on this wonderful Easter day and always! Much love to you!

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  8. Lord have mercy, I have the Holy Bumps! How very exciting you must have been! I want to go.......Hugs and blessings, Cindy

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  9. How wonderful to be in such a blessed place during that special time! My dream has always been to travel to the Holy Land. I will certainly read your thoughts on the link. Have a blessed day.

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  10. My dream location for Holy Week. Best place for the season really.

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