A Journey Through the Holy Land
What began as a simple plan to visit Jordan turned into one of the most epic and soul-shifting journeys of my life.
I landed in Syria, crossed into Jordan, and then walked through the ancient streets of Jerusalem, Bethlehem, and Jericho, names I’ve known all my life through Scripture. I prayed at the Western Wall, wept in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, walked the Via Dolorosa, and stood in the place where Jesus was born.
In those moments, songs burst from my lips, prayers welled up unprompted, and every stone beneath my feet whispered sacred stories. This wasn’t just travel, it was pilgrimage.
I came seeking history. I found presence. I came as a visitor. I left as a witness.
Chidumaga, I never walk alone.