Day 2

Amman, Jordan

This morning we indulged — another round of pita, eggs, cheese, and date syrup for breakfast!

Jordan (the person), alongside Tony, led our team in a couple of worship songs. Next, Jonathan led a short devotional.

Then, we departed for the Jordan River! (And Mt. Nebo!)


We loaded into the van, and drove to the lowest point on earth. (As we drove, on our left, through the haze you could just make out Israel.)

We were led to the supposed baptismal spot of Jesus. No water flows there now, as the path of the Jordan River has since changed. There was only a small pool of water there, fed by a spring. Still — the thought of Jesus being baptized by John, the dove descending, and God declaring, “This is my son, in whom I am well pleased!” at this spot — it was incredible. More than that. Surreal.

We then walked on to where the Jordan river now flows. I walked down to the water’s edge and touched the water, watching people get baptized on the Israeli side of the bank, and listening to praises echo off the walls of the church down into the valley.


Lunch was quite different than any meal we’ve experienced here thus far — hamburgers and French fries. Very American (and my least favorite meal so far). But the view was incredible. The restaurant, with floor to ceiling windows, overlooked the Dead Sea.


Back in the van, we ascended to the top of Mt. Nebo, where Moses was afforded a glimpse of the Promised Land. Beautiful. Breathtaking.


We came back to the church for the weekly church service.

I met a man (21) who lives in Jordan. He doesn’t go to school, and he doesn’t have a job. An Iraqi refugee, he’s in the middle of the refugee vetting process in the hopes of, one day, moving to Australia.

So many of the refugees, here, at the church, are from Iraq. Most hope to move to either Australia or Canada. But the process is unpredictable, to say the least.


Tonight, we were treated to an authentic Jordanian meal.

(Pictured below is Mansaf — premium lamb, on a bed of yellow rice with sliced almonds, yogurt sauce, and a type of bread. So delicious!)

(To be continued…)

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