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Carol Perkins: My Trip to the Holy Land. Part II

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By Carol Perkins
I realized the first morning, while having breakfast in the dining room of the hotel, which overlooked the Sea of Galilee that I was a long way from home. Soon my friends and I would ride in a boat with many strangers and have worship service in the middle of the sea. This was no small event.

The spring-like weather with the wind whipping just enough to unsteady my balance made crossing from shore to the boat a little risky. I sure didn't want to slip and end up in this water like I had done in my parasailing days, so I put a death-like grip on Guy's arm as he steadied me across like I was ten years older than I am. There were much older people on this tour than I, but they seemed to be in better shape!

As the captain pulled away from the shore of Tiberus, I noticed that the land around the sea made a semi-circle with only one side that parted and allowed the water to flow to the Dead Sea. Before the end of my trip, I would have traveled most of the land I was seeing from the deck.

The trip to the middle took only a few minutes at which time the captain cut the engine and we rocked back and forth. If I had been a person who suffered from motion sicknesses, I would have been hanging over the rails. I didn't dare try to stand to take pictures, but many did. They also slipped and fell.

One man who had to have been in his eighties, tipped over his chair and hit the floor. Another loss his step and fell over a table. Neither of them should have been standing. However, just mention a picture opt and some people nudge until they move someone out of the way to get a good shot. I would take my pictures from the side.

A minister who was much like Larry the Cable Guy (he said that about himself) read scripture about some of the events that happened on the Sea of Galilee. Then the captain played contemporary gospel music and everyone on that boat knew the words except from my church. We sat mute.

When we reached the other side, our next stop was in a museum where archeologist had uncovered a wooden boat dating back to the time of Jesus. Almost all sides were uncovered and looking at it enabled me to see clearly what might have been. Carol Perkins

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