So, I’ve been back in Colorado for a little more than 24 hours, and I’m feeling lonely and depressed. The problem, for as bizarre as it sounds: I’m homesick for Jerusalem. I realize it’s hard to live there, but I think I’m ready. 45 minute bus rides to the supermarket, potential terrorism/war, losing access to my funds based solely on the location/condition of my bank card, not knowing for sure what my income will be month to month, the lack of a clothes dryer, living in a country where I’ll always be seen as an outsider no matter how long I stay, and tons of far worse stuff is in store for me. However, I have no fear. If I’m going to Israel just to die within the first week, so be it. God’s will will be done no matter how hard I try to avoid it. This is my call, and I must follow.
The one thing I found in Jerusalem that, on a purely selfish level, makes the sacrifice worth it: community. The couple of friends I made were truly supportive people, something that lacks here. I realize I’ll be forced to stop hiding from life and have to extend myself to others, but I think it can be done.
One last thing to share: One of the ladies at Bridges for Peace, in what was most likely and attempt to comfort me should I find Israel isn’t where God wants me (ha!), pointed out that there’s a huge evangelical need here in the states. I, however, disagree. To use one of those agricultural analogies that Christians seem to enjoy, the fields in the US are still green. There are a few ripe buds here and there that need harvesting, but for the most part it’s still too early for the main harvest.
In Israel, however, the fields are RIPE! Workers are needed to reap the crops! Salvation came from the Jewish people 2,000 years ago, and whatever great awakening is in store will once again start in the land of Israel. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my call is to sell everything, hop on a plane, and head out into the fields.