UPDATE: [NAZARETH]

More photos (if you can believe it) can be found on my Facebook page HERE.

Nazareth was one of my favourite places, and where we spent the majority of our trip. Editing these pictures makes me realise that I can easily document strangers and passing sights, however, I don't have pictures of the people and the stories that went deepest into my heart. I don't know why, and I really do regret it. Thankfully, though, that doesn't change the fact that they will be there forever.

This is Nazareth.

The view from the Mount of Precipice, from Luke 4, where the crowd tried to throw Jesus off after he proclaimed "The Spirit of The Lord is upon me..."
The crazy, colourful, beautiful streets, markets and people.
And this is the village which takes you on an interactive tour, back into Bible times with animals, actors, buildings, etc.

UPDATE: [GERMANY]

An hour outside of Munich, there is a tiny village called Hurlach, and in that village is the second YWAM base in history, in a 400 year old castle. After the wild and crazy adventure we had in Israel, everything got quiet and still as we debriefed for 6 days in Germany. The sleepy village was surrounded by forests, and the air was cold. We would ride our bikes through the pines, past meadows of wildflowers and cottages with their gardens spilling out of window boxes and picket fences. We explored the creaking, winding staircases and attics, built a campfire every night as the sun went down, and lay in the castle turret at midnight to watch the shooting stars. I felt like I was walking the pages of a storybook, living my childhood fairytale dream. We could breathe again. It was healing to our souls.

UPDATE: [ISRAEL]

The world is getting smaller. Time zones are blurring. Cultures are blending into a beautiful mess of colour and memories. Pieces of my heart now belong in more countries than I've ever even been to. I have family on every corner of the globe, on almost every continent. The love that crosses the oceans and span the lands ties us all together like a big beautiful present, wrapping the earth in prayer.

A month ago, I was in the Middle East. It seems like a dream at times, like maybe it didn't actually happen. But it had to be real. It changed me forever.

After what seemed like a lifetime of growth and community crammed into the 3 months, leaving Hawaii was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Saying goodbye to friends who became family and the place that unexpectedly became home, knowing it would never be the same. My team of 12 had become a team of 11, and I hated getting on that plane knowing we wouldn't all be together. And as we settled down in Nazareth for 3 weeks and then moved on to Tiberias, our team of 11 broke apart again and became a team of 7.

With all the upheaval, the culture shock, the spiritual battle - we were emotionally drained with no comfort zones. But, as a smaller team, we put one foot in front of the other and travelled on to Bethlehem, Jerusalem, and then back to Nazareth before finishing with a couple of days in Tel Aviv.

Despite the struggle, the more I reminisce, the more I see the way the Lord was moving in us and through us during that time. Like gold in a fire, we were tested and refined and left stronger and closer to the Lord and each other than ever before.

I, personally, fell in love with the Arabic people and their culture. I've never been loved so unconditionally, or experienced such generosity or hospitality. Simply walking down the street of our village to the bus stop we were invited in to so many houses for coffee and sweets, and every language, cultural or religious barrier was broken as we communicated for hours without words. Most of our ministry was spent this way - simply going into people's homes and building relationships, random acts of kindness and street ministry, however, practically we were able to serve too by visiting and praying for patients at the hospital, painting, renovating and cleaning a school, volunteering at a restaurant, working with children at summer camps, and encouraging the local churches and believers.

My eyes were opened to truths about Israel that not many people know, because the media fails to mention them. They fail to mention that in Israel and in Palestine live real people, with real lives, real families and real love and desire for peace between the people groups that live there. Everyone we spoke to told us that they didn't care whether their neighbour was Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Chinese, African... All they wanted was peace and to live normal lives. I even visited with a group of Jewish and Muslim families who met every Saturday night for dinner in the home of a Christian family.

I don't know what the answer to it all is. I feel like I have barely scraped the top of the barrel of information available to me to help me pick a side, but I don't want to. And I don't need to. All I need to know is that Jesus knows the answer, he has promised peace and whatever it looks like now I can trust him to fulfil the work he started.

I hope since coming back that I never again take my freedom for granted. Going through the checkpoint between Bethlehem and Jerusalem was probably the most eye-opening thing I've ever done, but, more than that, it is the stories of the hearts of believers who are living with the effects of the West Bank Wall that will stay with me forever. How a man can live as a prisoner within the wall, unable to leave except by crawling through a hole underneath it, and still smile more radiantly than anyone I've ever seen because he knows his freedom is in Jesus and that no man, no military, no government can ever take that away from him.

If you can, please remember Israel, Palestine, and it's people in your prayers. They are people, just like you and me, with hopes and dreams of freedom. Their love for each other has no walls, despite what is built between them. Pray for peace, pray for a quiet end to the wars and unrest, pray for my friends, pray for freedom.

[photos coming soon]