History’s Jesus

A family record of Jesus Christ, son of David, son of Abraham. Matthew 1:1 As he guided us to and from sites in Israel, our guide’s other roles frequently emerged. Yossi is both an archaeologist and a professor of biblical religions. He is also an astute student of Israeli history and current events as well … Continue reading

Fishers of People

He said to them, “Come after me and I will make you fishers of men.” Matthew 4:19 One of the most beautiful sites in Magdala is The Boat Chapel. This chapel features a large semicircular window behind the altar which allows those present to view the Sea of Galilee as they pray. Even more striking … Continue reading

Alive Again!

I hope this reference to our visit to the Holy Land eases each of us away from our current worries for a little while… When we sailed on the Sea of Galilee, I couldn’t help smiling. I knew this adventure would be a high point of this trip. It was more than unlikely that we … Continue reading

All God’s Family

There were also women present looking on from a distance. They were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James the younger and Joses, and Salome. These women had followed Jesus when he was in Galilee and they attended to his needs. Mark 15:40-41 It is evident to scripture scholars that both Peter and Mary Magdalene … Continue reading

Choose the Better Portion

Mary has chosen the better portion and she shall not be deprived of it. From Luke 10:41 This passage from Luke was written about another Mary, the sister of Martha and Lazarus. It seems that Jesus visited the home these siblings shared because he considered them dear friends. Martha was very busy preparing the meal … Continue reading

Mary’s Faith

Your faith has been your salvation. Now go in peace. From Luke 7:50 While walking through the ruins in Magdala, I saw a street which is flanked by the remains of shops of every sort. Archaeologists suggest that pottery, fresh produce and woven cloth were likely sold there. A few shops which sported small pools … Continue reading