There’s a saying that was used in Galilee during the biblical times, “May you be covered in the dust of the rabbi.” The central idea was this – as a disciple, you are following a rabbi (your teacher). But, he was more than a teacher, he was someone you want to be like – in every way. The world was his classroom, and from sun up to sun down, you didn’t want to miss a lesson. Where the rabbi went, you closely followed behind his every step. The saying emerged, because as you followed along your rabbi on the dusty roads of the Galilee – the dust that got kicked up from his feet would be on your clothes. May you be covered in the dust of the rabbi.
(May you be covered in the dust of the rabbi.)
(A disciple is a learner and an apprentice. Discipleship is a life-long journey…)
For us, today was another day of following in the footsteps of our Rabbi Jesus. We followed him 25-miles to the North, all the way up to the base of the Hermon Mountain. Jesus came here with his disciples to Caesarea Philippi. This is one of my favorite places to visit.
(Water fall at Banias :: Caesarea Philippi)
Quite often, the best way to learn something is, well, hand’s on… Olives are all over the Bible. In fact, Jesus, on the night he was betrayed very well could have been in an olive press. Even the language He used to describe the state of his soul is full of olive press metaphors. We took some time to explore the process of pressing olives and making the best olive oil.
Jordan means “The Descender.” The Jordan River, literally descends nearly 1,300 feet as it journeys from through Israel from the base of Mt. Hermon to the Dead Sea. Throughout Scripture, it almost always represents descending (or relinquishing) an old mind-set, life-style or way of living to a new identity and reality. This is what baptism is as well – laying down our own rights, desires and ambitions. It’s letting go of our own abilities and identity. In short, it’s death to self. In return, we take on a new identity in Christ. We wrapped up our journey by heading to the shore of the Jordan River. It is here that we spent the remainder of our afternoon worshipping, praying and joining with others as they descended into the Jordan .
(For several, baptism was’t enough… They also wanted to say they had “crossed the Jordan.” As such, they cannonballed off the riverbanks and swam to the other side.)
(Once again reminded why the Sea of Galilee is called the Sea of His Delight.)