Missing a City
This morning I was reading about how King Solomon built the house of the Lord in Jerusalem and I found myself really missing that city. The history alone makes it noteworthy, but I miss it in a way that is deeper than that. It is the city of my spiritual heritage, the city that my Savior looked forward to traveling to to celebrate the feasts that foreshadowed His coming and His sacrifice .
When I think of Jerusalem I can’t help but think of Jesus walking the ancient streets and going up the southern stairs to the temple mount to pray. It is a city that I am connected to, a city that every Christian is connected to, a city of new peace. This morning I miss that city. This morning I am praying for the peace of Jerusalem.


