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Israel Diary On the Road to Caesarea By the time we headed north from Jaffa to Caesarea the day had begun in earnest. Traffic was serious and the traffic flow was slow. Unlike home I didnt understand what folks where saying when they hollered at me. Probably they were saying what a good driver I was. Hi, Im Mike Clay with Virtual Travels from Israel. There is a wonderful McDonalds with American style coffee near Caesarea. We generally stop there for coffee. We also pick up bottled water for the trip. This time I had a conversation with an elderly Jewish man from France. He was the security guard at the entrance of the mall. He didnt speak English and I didnt speak French but we communicated. Restlessness and anxiety are a part of the daily life of people in Israel. Because of past problems, there is a sense of concern for safety. They deal with this need for safety by maintaining a commitment to a state of high security. People in Israel take security very seriously. On the highways there are soldiers waiting on transportation. Many of them are armed. At critical checkpoints there are alert soldiers. All across the country watchers sit at bus stops to ensure the safety of their citizenry. Israel is a very safe and security conscious country. I think about my own life and my need for security. There are basic things each of us needs to do every day relative to personal security. The Bible tells us that there is one thing each of us must do about our eternal security. We must have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Jesus says: "I am the way, the truth and the life, there is no other way to the Father." Do you believe that? If you do, have you made a personal faith commitment to Christ as your Lord and Savior? If you havent, stop right now where you are and simply ask Jesus to forgive you of your sin and to come into your heart and save you. Jesus provides the security that we need for eternity. Thank the Lord that He does. You will never be the same after you visit Israel, the Land of the Bible. ©mikeclay.com, 1999 |