A quick word before I share some of the wonderful things I’ve done and seen in the past week. It is with great sadness that I share the news I just received – the passing of my beloved grandfather, Cecil Smith III, who for years wrote for the LA Times and instilled in me a love for writing. It is in memory of him and his love of all things global and adventurous that I write this brief update.
- Arrive in Amman: check.
- Rent a car, purchase a “map”, and drive the winding and Arabic-signed streets of Jordan cities and villages: check.
- Wander along the Jordan River and visit the site where Jesus was baptized: check.
- Take in the expanse of the Promised Land, from where Moses did atop Mount Nebo: check.
- Get lost in random Jordanian village, only to be led by an overly friendly village man to a delicious Turkish meal and tea in the back of his hardware store. Throw roadtrip schedule out the window: check.
- drive through the WILDERNESS: check.
- wander the majestic rock carvings and canyons of Petra, by candlelight: check.
- make friens with other tourists: check.
- drive through the WILDERNESS: check.
- watch the sunset over the red sands and mountains of Wadi Rum. Camp under the stars in the Jordanian Desert: check.
- drive through the WILDERNESS: check.
- eye the Red Sea as we drive through Aqaba: check.
- float in the salty waters of the Dead Sea. Rub mineral-laden mud all over me. watch the sun set over Palestine: check.
- wander the souqs of ancient Damascus, stroll Straight Street, visit the house of Ananias where Paul was healed of his blindness and the part of the wall where he was lowered down in a basket to escape the Jewish leaders who were after him: check.
- enjoy the Middle East: check.
this week with some high school girls in Bourj Hammoud, an Armenian area of Beirut. Last week I took them on a scavenger hunt, which they had never done before. They had a blast racing through the tiny allies of the neighborhood looking for pennies and girls’ underwear. Ha! But a scavenger hunt in Bourj Hammoud is different than any I have ever done in the States. They’re not quite so quick – more conversing with people along the way. I threw time out the window and just enjoyed the experience. The next day, I took them on a different kind of scavenger hunt. I asked them to find: 1) a place of pain, 2) a place of joy and 3) a place where God is. One girl’s “place of pain” was the Old People’s Home, which she had never been to, so we went in and got a tour. It was eye opening and difficult even for me, to see the conditions of how the elderly are cared for in this country. Today we had a Bible study – the first the girls had ever really done – and looked at God’s scavenger hunt…what does God see when he looks at the city? It was a challenge to do in English (not their first language), with only one Bible, but we made it work. 




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