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September 17, 2017 – Greetings to The Right Bishop Munib Younan, The Bishop-Elect Ibrahim Azar, The Propst Wolfgang Schmidt, and esteemed Reverends, Deacons, and the Good People of God. Thank you for your presence. *** In 2012, my father, who had been
Sermon for Sunday 07 May 2017 Fourth Sunday in Easter Lutheran Church of the Redeemer, Jerusalem John 10:1-10 Hallelujah, He is Risen! I don’t like gates, enclosures, pens, fences, walls. I never have. It’s part of the reason I felt
How I, an African-American, reconcile going abroad when there is work to be done at home. By Adrainne Gray Most people called into missions or humanitarian work will have to sacrifice or leave behind something. Typically those sacrifices are comforts
Reblogged this from Robertowensmith.wordpress.com and commented: “Once sufficiently integrated, religious extremism cannot be defeated either diplomatically or militarily. It must be countered theologically. This is work beyond the proper boundaries of the state.” Thank you Prof.Smith for the brief seminar
A challenge in the Holy Land
By Ben Gray Ahhh, the right and privilege to vote. That most basic civic duty takes on a whole new meaning when you live abroad. Up until this year, the most adversity I ever had to go through to cast
By Adrainne Gray This young, unmarried Orthodox Jewish woman curiously stopped us on the streets during Yom Kippur when the streets are closed off to traffic and Jews go between home and synagogue praying all day for repentance of
By Ben Gray and Everett Gray It is probably one of the most obvious things in the world, but there are lots of things that are very different in Jerusalem than in Atlanta. Now that we’ve hit our one-month anniversary
We approach gate 41 to Tel Aviv and the sight of yarmulkes, black flat brimmed hats and shin-length skirts grab my attention before I truly notice the gate number. I smile and quietly tell Ben, “I think this is our gate.” Gate
By Adrainne Gray After a late night flight from Chicago, we take an Uber from the airport to our empty house in Atlanta. We arrive at our house, a cathedral without its members. The invisible waves of chants and prayers