Emphasis Preaching Journal
Jerusalem is the mother of...
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Jerusalem is the mother of us all.
They arrived in Jerusalem late at night. The sight of shadows on the old city was both eerie and wonderful. There was almost a sound to the silence, interrupted by a few dogs which barked from time to time. "Just like when Abraham came to the hill now called Zion," they thought. "Just like when David ruled and Jesus was crucified, died and was buried. Just like the shadowy silence that first Easter morning when the women made their way to the tomb."
They arrived in Jerusalem late at night. The sight of shadows on the old city was both eerie and wonderful. There was almost a sound to the silence, interrupted by a few dogs which barked from time to time. "Just like when Abraham came to the hill now called Zion," they thought. "Just like when David ruled and Jesus was crucified, died and was buried. Just like the shadowy silence that first Easter morning when the women made their way to the tomb."
