Jordan, Jerash, Jabbok River
17.11.2011 - 17.11.2011
As we flew into Jordan this morning, it suddenly struck me that we were actually in the Middle East. As the plane lowered through the clouds and as I looked out the window, I could see nothing but sandy desert for miles and miles. No trees. No water. Just dirt. Yellow sand. Its a vast difference to growing up in a place where water is plentiful, where the trees are green and there is colour all through the landscape.
It struck me that this was the kind of land that Moses and the Israelites had wandered around in for 40 years. No wonder they complained. There’s nothing there. No food. No water. No trees. Without God providing for them every step of the way they would have been dead. When we live in a country where everything is so readily available its hard to remember that God is actually the one who provides everything for us. Not water corporations or McDonald's. But God.
After getting our visas stamped in the airport, we jumped on the bus to visit Jerash. Although not a place of Biblical significance, the Graceo-Roman city was quite impressive:
The most significant thing for me today was crossing over and seeing the Jabbok River. It was the first Biblical site we saw. Although only a fleeting moment in the day, just passing through on a bus, to be able to see the vicinity in which this event happened amazed me. I could just imagine Jacob sending his wives, maidservants, sons, and possessions across the stream. I could imagine it being a terrifying night for Jacob as he wrestled with the man until daybreak (Genesis 32:22-33).