The Jordan River |
In honor of the feast of the Baptism of our Lord, I've been flipping through my pilgrimage photos and thought I would post a few here.
Along the banks of the Jordan. |
On the day we visited, Yardenit was busy - crowds of people, lots of baptisms, and many things for sale. I had been looking forward to spending time at the Jordan, but this felt a bit too commercial and I was turned off by it.
Mark 1:9-11 is written in many languages around the site. |
In the midst of the crowds, Mary Jo read us the scriptural account of Jesus' baptism from Mark, and we wandered along the river. Anthony found a very quiet spot and we went down a little flight of stairs and put our feet into the water.
I can't explain it, but the experience suddenly became very intimate, as if we were the only people there. Our priests blessed us and I could feel the presence of the Holy Spirit as we splashed in the water and laughed together. It was one of those holy moments that you don't see coming! As a result, I have very fond memories of our trip to the Jordan and still feel blessed by it!
The sunset was breathtaking as we left Yardenit that evening. |
Thank you for sharing all of this with us - the photographs and the very personal story. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLeslie, I felt just as moved as you were at the River Jordan.. I nearly cried then as I read the story from Mark--and shed a few tears again as Peter took us back with his sermon yesterday. The green river was so beautiful and so serene despite the many "pilgrims," kids, and tourists--truly magical. For me it was one of the highlights of our amazing journey.
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