The alarm jarred me awake. I glanced around the dark room. Where was I? Yesterday felt like a blur. Chicago to Istanbul. Istanbul to Tel Aviv. What would Greg and I encounter here? What lessons did God have for us in this land of the Bible?
I stepped onto our hotel balcony as the sky flushed a rosy hue. The city of Tiberias was waking up. Just to my east lay the Sea of Galilee, scarcely a ripple on its surface.
We ate breakfast as the sun rose over the Judean hills, then went outside. An olive-skinned man stood by the door of our bus. Middle-aged, perhaps 50, with salt-and-pepper hair. A cigarette hung …