9:47 AM Marcie Parson 1 Comments

wishing I was here

garden tomb



or here today.

mount of olives

Instead I am here in Provo, getting ready for church on Sunday, not Saturday. Where is my view of the Old City from the chapel? Where are the groups of students deciding if they should go to the garden tomb, gethsemane, or the orson hyde park? 

Instead I'm going to the SWKT, will stare at a brown wall during sacrament meeting, and will go to my basement apartment post-church.

One of the weirdest things about being home is people asking, "how was Jerusalem?"
How do you put into words something that changed your whole life?
I can only say, "incredible."

How frustrating.


now what?

2:42 PM Marcie Parson 1 Comments

When given less than 24 hours in the Holy Land, how do you spend it?
by going to the dome of the rock and leaving a prayer in the western wall

 going to marzipan bakery for one last chocolate rugelach 
and stopping at the "7-11" for a magnum bar

parting with the garden tomb

 coming home to make cookie dough at the ludlows

and saying goodbyes

What a blessing this semester has been. Although the experience is entirely indescribable, 
let's just say my life is forever changed.
24 hours, a stack of tissues, lots of hugs, two flights, and a nearly-missed connection later, 
I'm back in America. 

Now what?


girls I love

2:13 PM Marcie Parson 0 Comments

Here's the thing. 
I'm the youngest of five children, meaning I've never had little sisters. 
Then I got to Jeru, where I became the Activity Days leader of five 8-12 year old girls.
They are brilliant, talented, spunky, and kind, and I love them lots.
I sure will miss them.


the last JC roadtrip

12:21 PM Marcie Parson 0 Comments

one of Herod the Great's fortresses (paranoid much?)

Ein Gedi
the caves where David hid from Saul

 The Dead Sea - where dreams come true
30% salinity = finally realizing my dreams of floating (I have buoyancy issues)
& soft skin from dead sea mud that people pay big bucks for.

where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found

It was our last field trip out of Jeru.
I'm in denial.
We're not actually leaving next week


happy easter

11:34 AM Marcie Parson 0 Comments

I must say that the Easter service at the Garden Tomb was one of my favorite things I have done all semester. What a blessing it is to be here in Jerusalem where Christ conquered death.

It doesn't get better than this. 
Oh wait. I say that every day.

Mark 28:6
"He is not here: for he is risen" 


Good Friday

1:30 PM Marcie Parson 0 Comments

Today, the Friday before Easter, is the traditional day of the crucifixion of Christ.

I sat on my back porch and read my scriptures.
I went to Catholic mass at the Notre Dame church.

Notre Dame

It was a good Friday after all.

John 19
17 And he bearing his cross went forth into a place called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha:
 18 Where they crucified him, and two other with him, on either side one, and Jesus in the midst.
 19 And Pilate wrote a title, and put it on the cross. And the writing was, Jesus of Nazareth the King of the Jews.



1:06 PM Marcie Parson 0 Comments

Day trip to the Red Sea? Sure, why not!

The JC took a vacation from our "vacation" and went snorkeling in Eilat. 
Although the idea of breathing through a tube and swimming through hundreds of jellyfish wasn't exactly appealing to me, I did it and had so much fun. 

Turns out I love the Red Sea.

Exodus 14
 21 And Moses stretched out his hand over the sea; and the Lord caused the sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night, and made the sea dry land, and the waters were divided.
 22 And the children of Israel went into the midst of the sea upon the dry ground: and the waters were a wall unto them on their right hand, and on their left.


Jesus Week

6:37 AM Marcie Parson 0 Comments

As Huntsy would say, "happy Jesus week!"

It's Holy Week in the Holy Land, 
the week when Christians from all over the world make the pilgrimage to Jerusalem to celebrate the last week of Christ's life. 

I have never celebrated Palm Sunday nor understood its significance until this year when I participated in the Palm Sunday Procession. The walk celebrates the triumphal entry of Jesus to Jerusalem. It starts at Bethphage, goes down the Mount of Olives, through Lion's Gate, and ends at St. Anne's Church. I suddenly became a part of a mass of singing, palm shaking, God-praising Christians, and I didn't recognize most of the languages that surrounded me. It was such an amazing feeling to be a part of such an important, celebratory day.

Mark 11
 And many spread their garments in the way: and others cut down branches off the trees, and strawed them in the way.
 And they that went before, and they that followed, cried, saying, Hosanna; Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord:
 10 Blessed be the kingdom of our father David, that cometh in the name of the Lord: Hosanna in the highest.