Splattered across the front doors of a trendy restaurant in Palo Alto, California, were these words: This is a bad place for a diet! That most visible, in-your-face warning suggested to me that there are certain places where some requests are out of order and certain times where some appeals are in poor taste. No matter how noble, how worthy, how life-giving they are in and of themselves, there are certain times and certain places where it is simply unseemly to speak of some things.
Read full transcript...I will never forget that moment, seeing the Holy City Jerusalem for the first time. You approach Jerusalem by going up a hill, full of anticipation, wondering what it will be like, if it will live up to your expectations. Even in our modern time, you don't simply drive your way in as a pilgrim. You get out of your motorized vehicle and walk uphill to the point where you can finally see it. You pray the prayer that has been prayed by pilgrims ascending to that place for thousands of years: "I was glad when they said to me, 'Let us go to the house of the Lord.' Jerusalem is built as a city that is at unity with itself. Pray for the peace of Jerusalem. May they prosper who love you." My heart was full of emotion, my eyes full of tears.
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