As we approached the western face of the Temple Mount, the atmosphere struck me as an odd mixture of relaxed piety and harried activity. Birds were flying gently overhead and roosting in the higher strata of rock while the rabbis recited prayer below. Some of these rabbis loudly announced their prayers, milling about the crowd and making eye contact with everyone they came across, while others spoke softly into the stone.
Jesus would have seen this wall. He would have passed it on the way to enter his “father’s house” (Luke 2:49), the house that God commanded his people to build in the hopes that he would dwell in their midst. This wall was in front of me.
I walked up to the rocks which had lain there for two millennia and put my hands on them. Read more “The God of Place and Time”