Posted by: morgan1965 | March 24, 2009

The Journey to Jerusalem

I was delighted to have the opportunity, along with other West Virginians, to make the journey to Jerusalem during the 2009 Lenten Season. There was excitement and anticipation among us as we rode the bus in  the midst of traffic congestion. We were going to the Holy City, the city where Jesus was tried, convicted and crucified.

Jerusalem is a holy city.  It is the city where Jesus made his triumphal entry. When the people heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem, they went out to meet him. The people took palm tree branches and greeted Jesus.

I could not help but wonder what that day must have been like for Jesus. The entrance into Jerusalem, for me, was a time of remebrance. It was a time to remember the details of the Last Supper. It was a time to recall the lonelines of the cross. It was a time to encounter the empty tomb. It was a time to experience a  fresh encounter with Jesus.

In reality, for the pilgrim disciple, the journey to Jerusalem is a spiritual journey. It can be a lonely journey, simply because it is a spiritual journey. Ultimately, it is not a lonely journey, because Jesus is always by our side.

The journey to Jerusalem is a journey that requires sacrifice, fasting, and prayer. There are potential bumps in the road. There are things [sin] that get in the way of the  pilgrim disciple. Too often I find that I want to cling to the things that displease God. Yet, I know that I must change my ways and allow God to change me. God will actually transform me.

Perhaps there is another route or road to the Holy City. Ann Weems, however, reminds the pilgrim disciple that there is “no back road to Jerusalem.” The road to Jerusalem is difficult, but God will go with  us on the journey.


  1. I enjoyed reading your remarks of your recent pilgrimage.

  2. I was blessed to be with the group that journeyed to Jerusalem with the Bishop. Seeing Jerusalem sent chills through my spirit and a tapestry of emotions in my heart. I was so awe inspired as I looked out over the ancient city and recalled in my mind the stories that I have read over and over again. I could picture the crowds lining up and waving the palm branches as Jesus made his way to the city. The shouts of “Hosanna” probably echoed through the hills and the valleys, bringing curiosity seekers into the streets to see what the commotion was all about. I could see it all as I stood on the Mount of Olives and retraced the Palm Sunday story in my mind.
    I am thankful for a safe journey and I am thankful that I was able to walk the streets where Jesus walked.

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