We left Galilee and headed to Jerusalem … sound familiar?
We traveled along and then through the wall that separates the West Bank and Israel …
the breaking down of barriers interestingly had a start in this little town of Bethlehem.
We ended up where it all began. You have to humble yourself to get through the small door to enter and you discover there are many other doorways and low places in the journey to the place of Jesus’ birth.
We ended our day at the place of Peter’s denial – the courtyard of Caphais the High Priest.
The remains of the prison cells are here – the place Jesus was likely held that night He was betrayed. The remains of the steps that Jesus would have walked up after His arrest are still here.
They are no longer open to the public and as disappointed as we were to not be able to walk this path – perhaps it is fitting as Jesus was truly the only one he could rightly walk where these steps were leading.
We continue to try to follow in His steps – but these steps belong to a Savior – these are steps we can only look at with love, appreciation, awe, and wonder.