In early February, Daniel Perrin traveled to Israel to meet with several people and organizations that had shown an interest in hosting Generations. This is a journal of his experiences there.

Saturday, February 9

Arrived at Ben Gurion airport in Tel Aviv at 6:30 a.m. On the shuttle ride to Jerusalem, I met Jennifer, who just happened to be on the same shuttle. She is Dean of Students at the Israel College of the Bible – the school affliated with King of Kings Church. She knew everyone there and at International Christian Embassy – Jerusalem.

Got to St. Andrew’s Scottish Hospice at 7:30 a.m. Room was not ready. So I ate breakfast and then walked into the Old City. Saw many familiar roads and places. Spent some time at the Chruch of the Holy Sepulchre. Placed my hand where the cross stood and went into the far back – where the real tombs are. Very still and silent vs. all the crowds and ornate decorations surrounding the “Tomb of Christ.” Kept thinking I should take pictures of the realities the choir will see so that they can be a bit prepared.

Came back to St. Andrews and my room was still not ready. It was after 11:00 a.m. by this time. So I walked another few miles and found a hamburger place to eat. It was actually pretty good. Got into my room at 12:30 p.m. Took a shower and then slept for three hours. When I got up, I made several calls to a Jerusalem pastor, but the number never worked. Decided to walk another few miles to find King of Kings Church , but had the wrong address in mind. Walked back toward St. Andrew’s and ate at an Italian place (I was the only one there) on King George Street.

My feet really hurt. As I walk I think about the Lord’s promise, “Every place that the sole of your foot will tread upon I have given you.” (Joshua 1:3) Since I am walking miles a day, that is a profound promise.

Lots and lots of observant Jews. Very fun to see. Some sang to themselves as they walked, not caring what anyone else thought. I was also very struck by the astounding quality of the knee-length black coats of the orthodox. Can’t imagine how expensive they must be.

Got home at 9:00 p.m. and read the rewrite of Generations by Bob Massy. Loved it!! The guy is fabulous. I went to sleep all happy.

Woke up a lot during the night, thinking and praying. Asked the Lord if He had anything He wanted to say. The word “rest” immediately came to mind. And I did.