Today in Galilee…
I gazed at the hilltop where Jesus delivered the Sermon on the Mount.
Climbed on rocks in the Jordan River.
I saw Peter’s house on the shore of the Sea of Galilee (which by the way is really a lake).
Walked the hillside where Jesus feed 5,000 hungry people with only 5 loaves and 2 fish.
Sailed the waters where Jesus walked and Peter sank.
Photographed the cliffs where a horde of demons plunged a herd of pigs to their death at Jesus command.
Drove the beachline where Jesus called simple fisherman to become His disciples.
I took time to reflect on the rocky shore of the Sea of Galilee, all the while wondering: if I had lived here during Jesus ministry, would I have had the courage to follow Him?
Do I have the courage to follow Him?