After getting through the border exchange which included a driver and host exchange, we moved on toward the Dead Sea. A most interesting place. Google it for all the details. Nothing lives in it but bacteria, and the fish that do land in there die quickly. It’s got enough salt in it to kill, well, just about everything, but that salt makes a person so buoyant that once you walk out in it and just fall backwards, you’re floating. Kick out your feet; splay out your arms; float. Strange but so fun.
It is the lowest point on earth, thus the song the four of us had to sing: “We’ve got friends in low places, where we float on the sea and put mud on our faces.” (Thank you, Garth, for the inspiration.) (I would add the video but can’t figure out how to turn it. It’s sideways. Anybody got a little advice about that for me.)
The big thing is to slather the mud from the Dead Sea all over you for the beneficial, uh, bacteria? minerals? salt? We slathered; we dried; then we rinsed. My skin did feel very soft, and we were impressed with the end product, whether it was physiological or psychological. Didn’t matter. We were at the Dead Sea! Where my big moment with Jesus was still as dead as the sea.
But we were just inside Israel. The true footsteps of Christ that I would soon be stepping right on top of was awaiting me. And my anticipation was mounting.