<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:02:19.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emilie jerusalem</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-4187338645535718772</id><published>2009-04-21T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:52:46.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jerusalem, if I forget you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Se4sPlcAGqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/w4zYuGM110s/s1600-h/IMG_7055%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327244055485094562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Se4sPlcAGqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/w4zYuGM110s/s200/IMG_7055%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My testimony has been strengthened greatly since being here. However, it did not come in one big "ah-ha" experience as I thought it would, but rather it has come by small and simple things. Things such as learning a fact in religion class, something someone mentions when passing me down the stairs, a quote from a General Authority sent from my mom, an email of support from a friend,  or standing in a sacred site singing a hymn. All of these combined made this experience incredible. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to come to Jerusalem. I know that great sacrifices were made by many of you and I thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a special feeling to this place, a feeling of being home. I don't know if that feeling comes because it has been my home the last four months, or if it is because I am part of the tribe of Abraham and therefore the land is partially promised to me, or if it is because I am in the right place, at the right moment, doing the right thing that the Lord wants me to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If these walls could talk"what stories would they tell. What secrets do they know? What heartache have they felt? Would it be about the Last Supper meal? Or Mary weeping against the Garden Tomb? Would it be the arch viewing the Saviors struggle to carry the cross out of the city walls up to Calvary? Would it be the story of the trees in the Garden in Gethsemane? Or would it be the waters of Galilee telling about Peter? Would it be the Mill teaching about the giant stone crushing a tiny olive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often feel as though time stops among the busyness and that I am taken back in time imagining what it would have been like during the time of the Savior or our Old Testament Fathers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned so many things while being here. If I had all night and wasn't so tired I would tell you but here are a few short glimpses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;These are holy people who first live their religion and then their life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are two sides to every story. No one is ever fully right or wrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people don't fight over doctrine, just territory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is about serving others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we "build walls" around others no good will ever come of it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be kinder, more gentle, more caring, more considerate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop and ponder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk with God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn from other religions and take away positive things that I can improve upon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEVER take the temple for granted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray with all the energy of heart, soul and body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time is relative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear your legs off in the service of the Lord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace can be felt amidst a war&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be worried about the future...replace fear with faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember Lots wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strive daily to become more Christlike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Isaiah 53: 3-5 He was despised and rejected&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't allow yourself in your own life to take lightly the Atonement. He has been alone once and doesn't need to suffer it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do know that my Redeemer lives. He is risen. He will abide with me throughout my troubles and my joys. The spirit of God warms my soul. I cannot doubt His magnitude, divinity, grandeur or Messiahship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't have to see the Holy Land to stare at a pile of dirt to receive a testimony of Christ, but rather a testimony comes through prayer and obedience to His will. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-4187338645535718772?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4187338645535718772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/jerusalem-if-i-forget-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4187338645535718772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4187338645535718772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/jerusalem-if-i-forget-you.html' title='&quot;Jerusalem, if I forget you&quot;'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Se4sPlcAGqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/w4zYuGM110s/s72-c/IMG_7055%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-3022086626521095688</id><published>2009-04-14T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:13:20.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeTRuCXdZfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Q0X2GDJVj1U/s1600-h/Sahar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611248298223090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeTRuCXdZfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Q0X2GDJVj1U/s200/Sahar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sahar is a member of the LDS church here in Jerusalem. Tonight she spoke with us about life as a Palestian and a member of the LDS church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sahar lives in Bethlehem which is currently in the West Bank and under confines of the Israeli army. She lives in an "outdoor prison" as she is surrounded by the walls that seperate her from everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you may be interested to hear her story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was born here near the Mount of Olives. I was raised a Palestinian. Life was not easy in a Greek Orthodox home. I did believe in God and Jesus Christ. I grew up Christian. I believed in God, but not in a loving God. I believed the Heavenly Father loved others but not Palestinians, therefore, he didn’t love me. I thought he hated us and that was why he was persecuting us. At a point in my life I considered being a suicide bomber because it would be easier to end the suffering. But I continued on with my life. I got a masters degree in D.C. by way of a great scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as I was reading the newspaper there was an ad for a scholarship for a university called Brigham Young. My brother suggested that I apply. I didn’t think I should because I had a scholarship, but my brother said do it just in case. I did apply and I was interviewed by President Brown, who did offer me the scholarship. I felt bad but I still wanted to go to D.C. People from the center came to my house. The scholarship at BYU was 1/3 less than the one in D.C. everyone thought I was crazy to even consider BYU. I don’t have a strong personality and I tend to do what people think I should do. This time I had a really strong feeling that I should go to BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I didn’t know what that feeling was. I pushed everyone back and I went to BYU. I felt at home immediately, but I decided before I went that I would never be a member of the Church. According to my grandfather, “Mormons marry more than one wife because they want to have many children. They have many children because Christ is coming and will be born to a woman so they have many children so Christ will come faster.” But than he added, “I met a Mormon couple once and they were very nice.” So I went to Utah and started school not interested in the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Conference came and everyone is telling me that they were going to listen to the prophet and I thought, crazy Mormons they think there is a prophet. So I went to see just what everyone was talking about. I don’t remember what exactly President Hunter said but I do remember that he was talking about the Palestinians and was so kind. And he even called it Palestine and not Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, I asked my friend to tell me everything and she did. The people in the room thought she was confusing me by saying everything at once. But to me it all made sense. I couldn’t believe that something could make so much sense. A friend gave me an Arabic Book of Mormon. After reading I didn’t even need to pray because I knew it was true. The more I went to church the more it made sense. I decided to get baptized and of course my family thought I was crazy, but I couldn’t turn my back on something I knew to be true with every fiber of my being. I didn’t want to come home because it was a miserable place before. But Heavenly Father told me to return to Palestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did return to Palestine, only now I had added trials because my family tried everything they could to get me to leave the church. It was difficult for me to get to the Jerusalem Center to come to church, etc. But it was the happiest time of my life. This change of heart can help us find support during our trials. I had a change of heart that happened to me, as did Paul. Alma says, “They were in the midst of darkness but their souls were eliminated…the chains of hell…were they destroyed nay they were not….their souls did sing redeeming love and they are saved.” Many of you have experienced this mighty change just like Paul and I did. Life does become easier knowing that we have help during our trials. “Christ cannot prevent our hearts from being broken but he can help our broken hearts.” Camille Fronk. He has overcome the world and with his help we can overcome the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily changes in our lives. We can look within and know where we need to improve. Pres. Faust said, “Each one of us has been given the power to change our life. We have agency to make our decisions…in some way all of us need to change. Some of us have habits that need to be changed. These habits harm us or those around us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 methods we can ensure we are changing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the Lords will no matter what. Don’t let any one prevent you from doing what is right. Don’t worry about what others will think or say. He will stay by your side, others may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Church was very difficult to get into Jerusalem and was dangerous most of the time. For example, there are different ways into Jerusalem. There are back ways. At one point the only way to get into Jerusalem was to take a Taxi into the valley (we never drive on roads because that is where the soldiers are). You walk two or three miles. Taxi drivers cannot take Palestinians because their license will be taken away. One day I was walking the miles to church and the soldiers spotted me and shot at me. Luckily this nice man took me into his car and drove me to Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have curfew. If you leave your house we are shot. I had to come give a talk for the branch jus like tonight. Randomly, there was this Taxi driver in front of my house and said where do you need to go? I have no idea where he came from. I had to hid in the taxi and we have to take back roads and driving on the hay field because he cannot be seen with me or put into prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we try and do our best the Lord will help us. I know the Lord was carrying me every time when I came to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Allow Him to help us change.&lt;br /&gt;We were tier gas bombed trying to get across a wall. It was not fun. It has nothing to do with your eyes watering, but it hurts your throat and lungs. Then the soldiers started shooting bullets at us in the university. Finally, a student was shot in the head while hanging a Palestinian flag on top of the University. The soldiers would not allow us to take that student to the hospital. As I sat there and watched these people suffer my heart was broken. I developed such a hatred for the soldiers because they wouldn’t allow us out to go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I joined the church and came back that hate for the soldiers had dissolved from my heart. One day as I was trying to go to Church I tried the check points, like I always do, even though they never let me across. As I looked at that soldier the scripture “Bless them that curse you” I realized I didn’t hate them but that I don’t have feelings of love for them. The Savior wouldn’t command us to do something that is not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pray unto the father…that you may be filled with this love…and become like him. We may have this hope to be purified as he is pure.” I prayed to Heavenly Father to help me love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we ask for His help He will help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later and I went through the check point and they rejected me I finally felt love for the soldier. No hate or judgment but love. He was a son of God and that is all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trust the Lord and turn your life over to Him&lt;br /&gt;We tend to worry too much. He is the potter and we are the clay. Let Him make a wonderful vessel out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of changes. First is a mighty change. Second, are the little changes we need to make every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of the Masters hand we can change. Become a new creature in Christ. HE chose me to have that mighty change. Without that I don’t know where I would be. It is not difficult to be a convert because I see where my life is today and it is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bids us to come unto Him and to become His disciples. Keep Christ as the center and Savior of your world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-3022086626521095688?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3022086626521095688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/sahar.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3022086626521095688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3022086626521095688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/sahar.html' title='Sahar'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeTRuCXdZfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Q0X2GDJVj1U/s72-c/Sahar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-4401063363619319664</id><published>2009-04-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:59:02.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeOKmGqagnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/reER83jk4LQ/s1600-h/JeRuSaLeM.February15.2009+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324251571710231154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeOKmGqagnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/reER83jk4LQ/s200/JeRuSaLeM.February15.2009+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeOKlw46VqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TYSMadtus9s/s1600-h/JeRuSaLeM.February15.2009+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324251565865457314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeOKlw46VqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TYSMadtus9s/s200/JeRuSaLeM.February15.2009+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeOKlhFc7fI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bu4a_QBthhU/s1600-h/JeRuSaLeM.February15.2009+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324251561623088626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeOKlhFc7fI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bu4a_QBthhU/s200/JeRuSaLeM.February15.2009+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today celebrates life. This morning I woke up very very early to attend a Lutheran sunrise service at Augusta Victoria Tower. It was amazing to witness such a scene over the Holy Land and to ponder the significance of this day. I then attended a service at the Garden Tomb. It was not at all as I expected. It turned out to being an evangelist rock concert with people jamming out and shouting praises. It was so fun. We really are "celebrating" that He is Risen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to share with you some of my thoughts and feelings about the Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is Risen. His influence on lives has never faltered, neither His love. Let us rejoice, not mourn the memory of a martyrs death. He opened the tomb, not to let others out, but to allow us to come in. Can you imagine what the apostles were feeling on this day? Grief, fear, doubt. They needed the comforting words of Jesus. In our own lives we perhaps have those same feelings. We too need to have a personal encounter with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it still dark when Mary made her way to the tomb? How long had He been waiting for her? On that day she was distraught and in the depths of despair. Everything in her world fell apart in a matter of hours. Why are you crying? was the first question asked by the angels and also Jesus of her. It wasn't until He called out her name that she stepped out of her grief and despair. Jesus can bring peace to our broken hearts as well, we need not be afraid. The women didn't know if they should laugh or cry. On that evening as the apostles were waiting to be arrested Jesus came. He still comes when we are gripped by fear and unbelief. When they see Him their fear and belief gives way to faith and joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thomas had to be sure when he saw the Savior. A week later, Jesus comes in His grace to Thomas and says the same thing He had one week prior. Thomas was filled with faith and courage. We need to stop doubting and believe and declare with out hearts--you are my Lord and my God. The Savior said to all "go and tell others." Like Thomas, we cannot hold on to Jesus ourselves, but share with others the message that He lives. We are here today because others became those witnesses by going and telling others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't just rejoice in the resurrection, but go and tell the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-4401063363619319664?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4401063363619319664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-is-risen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4401063363619319664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4401063363619319664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-is-risen.html' title='He is Risen!'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SeOKmGqagnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/reER83jk4LQ/s72-c/JeRuSaLeM.February15.2009+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-3725563796168432247</id><published>2009-04-05T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:44:19.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdj6KJuAiZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Z0VI_yqsR5k/s1600-h/Palm+Sunday+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321278012052769170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdj6KJuAiZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Z0VI_yqsR5k/s200/Palm+Sunday+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdj4-35vksI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YfqcdTJ9liY/s1600-h/Palm+Sunday+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321276718779962050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdj4-35vksI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YfqcdTJ9liY/s200/Palm+Sunday+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being interviewed by a CBS reporter&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SdjsTG6AxSI/AAAAAAAAALw/pe9IXW464tc/s1600-h/Palm+Sunday+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321262772753843490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SdjsTG6AxSI/AAAAAAAAALw/pe9IXW464tc/s200/Palm+Sunday+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SdjsSz3KGiI/AAAAAAAAALo/AVGSsU-nz90/s1600-h/Palm+Sunday+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321262767641598498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SdjsSz3KGiI/AAAAAAAAALo/AVGSsU-nz90/s200/Palm+Sunday+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SdjsSibYGSI/AAAAAAAAALg/oqadmHQtues/s1600-h/Palm+Sunday+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321262762961672482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SdjsSibYGSI/AAAAAAAAALg/oqadmHQtues/s200/Palm+Sunday+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SdjsSW2NEhI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ko3jrtGSlQk/s1600-h/Palm+Sunday+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321262759852970514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SdjsSW2NEhI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ko3jrtGSlQk/s200/Palm+Sunday+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdjp86e3SCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/l4PD4HRbKt8/s1600-h/Palm+Sunday+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321260192438372386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdjp86e3SCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/l4PD4HRbKt8/s200/Palm+Sunday+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdjp8hP9n8I/AAAAAAAAALI/l9Ke1ELekeo/s1600-h/Palm+Sunday+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321260185664987074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdjp8hP9n8I/AAAAAAAAALI/l9Ke1ELekeo/s200/Palm+Sunday+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How holy or sacred a site is depends upon the beholder,"&lt;/em&gt; by Cottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hundreds of Christians holding green fronds marked Palm Sunday in Jerusalem, celebrating Jesus Christ's triumphant entry into the holy city two millennia ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning we went to the Holy Sepulcher, where 80 percent of the world believes the Savior was buried, for a special Palm Sunday mass/procession. It was beautiful to see Christians from around the world honoring Jesus Christ in their own way yet all were there for the same purpose. While there are so many things in the world that drift apart religions from one another, for one week all are united through Christ. I loved to see how excited everyone was as they rejoiced in singing their praises to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a beautiful sight and a feeling that cannot be explained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While I don't know what I was doing or where I was when the Savior walked these streets the last days of his life, I do know that I now walk these streets as a witness of His life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was born to die that we might live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-3725563796168432247?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3725563796168432247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/palm-sunday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3725563796168432247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3725563796168432247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/04/palm-sunday.html' title='Palm Sunday'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sdj6KJuAiZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Z0VI_yqsR5k/s72-c/Palm+Sunday+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-1721092832057533665</id><published>2009-03-21T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T07:19:22.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time ago in Bethlehem</title><content type='html'>Bethlehem was incredible. It was possibly may favorite day thus far.  We crossed the border into the West Bank with no problem and pulled into Bethlehem. Then we heard a Palestinian activist leader guy talk about their side of the war. Two main things that I thought about:&lt;br /&gt;1. "Palestinians never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity. Here they have the option for a Two-State solution, but they would rather get all their land back. This is a valid point. However, isn't it better to get something rather than nothing?&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot comprehend why the Jews are doing the exact same thing to the Palestinians that happened to them. The whole reason they came to "Zion" was to escape persecution, so they are persecuting others to receive that. It just doesn't make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to &lt;u&gt;Bethlehem University&lt;/u&gt; where Dr. Mussallam, our Palestinian teacher, talked to us about the border lines changing during all of the wars. Then we watched a film about the Six-Day War. It reminded me a lot of "Blood Brothers" a book that I read of Christmas break. We then were able to ask questions to a panel of Palestinian students. It was fun. One thing really interesting was there was a Palestinian girl who had studied in Denmark. She talked about how rude the Danes were to her. All I could think of was the Danes side of the story. The Muslims poured into Denmark, live off the system, don't respect the culture and brought high-crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant theme I am learning on this trip is that there are two sides to every story and no one is completely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to&lt;u&gt; lunch&lt;/u&gt; under a tent type.  I had one of our Palestinian guards from the Jerusalem Center sit at our table and I drilled him on questions about what we had just learned and heard. He said that he and many others are in favor of a Two-State Solution and that it's the only realistic option. We also talked about Hamas, Bush, and security issues. During lunch we saw a nun drinking a huge beer and smoking huka. It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to &lt;u&gt;Bethlehem Square&lt;/u&gt; and did shopping for Olive Wood, what the town is best known for.  I was surprised at how much cleaner and nicer Bethlehem was compared to the Palestinian area we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Church of Nativity&lt;/u&gt; was neat to visit. This is the site they believe the Son of God was born. It was neat to think about; however, once again I struggled to really feel the spirit strongly or have it testify of the significance of that spot because it was so touristy and gaudy. I appreciate that church's have been built over all of these sites to preserve them, but I often feel that they built them just so they could make money. Most often I just feel it is not the way I would have imagined that Savior would have wanted it. The monks there kept yelling at us to hurry and take our pictures and quickly move along so that others could see the spot as well. It was too bad it was so rushed when people have made this pilgrimage from around the world to see and they cannot even enjoy a 2 second moment without getting yelled at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to &lt;u&gt;Shepherds Field,&lt;/u&gt; which overlooks Bethlehem. There were no churches, no crowds, no relics just fields in the hills overlooking the city. It was a beautiful moment as we sat and watched the sunset. As we did so this young 12 year old boy came down the hill holding a beautiful white lamb.  I couldn't help but think of the painting of the Lamb of God carrying the lamb around His neck. It was a neat moment. We then had a very special devotional.  Several people told the story of the Saviors birth but from different viewpoints. Viewpoints such as Mary and Joseph, Elisabeth, Herod, the shepherds, and the wise men. We had some beautiful musical numbers. I especially enjoyed "Mary's Lullaby." I couldn't help but think what it would have been like to the mother to raise the Son of God.  While I will never raise such a man, I know that I will one day be blessed to raise some of the children of God, what a humbling thought.  Our teacher then recited from memory Luke 2 with the guitar in the background playing silent night. As I thought about this scene happening in this very land streams of tears rolled down my face as  I reflected on the night of His sacred birth. What would it have been like? Where was I? What were my thoughts, feelings, and impressions at that moment? I was humbled with gratitude and humility to realize that the Son of God was born to die, that I might live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this night will forever remain with me. That Christmas will never again be the same. Even though it is not Christmas time according to the world we are but a few days short of the anniversary of His birth, April 6. May we all take time to ponder what His birth means to us individually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-1721092832057533665?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/1721092832057533665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-ago-in-bethlehem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1721092832057533665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1721092832057533665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-ago-in-bethlehem.html' title='A long time ago in Bethlehem'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-8491135522204309070</id><published>2009-03-13T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:07:31.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JC=Hogwarts?</title><content type='html'>My friend Carly posted this on her blog. I thought it was too funny to not share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Reasons why JC Life is like Hogwarts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Drafty stone corridors, minimum 8 floors, secret passageways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. We live with the teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. 4 people to one room. Yes, I know, Gryffindor Tower has 5 people to a room, but close enough...and that's a lot of people in one room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Heated volley ball tournaments. Obv. not as cool as Quidditch, but still fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. We went on a version of the Hogwarts Express, only instead of going from London to Hogwarts we went from Luxor to Cairo, and the train (food especially) was vastly under par with how I envisioned the H.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The 8th floor women's bathroom is like the 5th floor Prefect's bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We go on trips into the city like they go on trips to Hogsmeade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Mrs. Norris' descendants infiltrate the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312780132531322162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SbrJYdlIPTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KDyOOka0pCE/s200/Mrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xz5RvmkT1go/SaZohBcSNvI/AAAAAAAAADI/5PaX_SFxXL8/s1600-h/Mrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Oasis is practically the Great Hall, only instead of the ceiling mirroring the sky outside, we have floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312780134140647746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SbrJYjk0mUI/AAAAAAAAALA/5yvSMLHGGoU/s200/ophir.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. Ophir* looks like Voldemort.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xz5RvmkT1go/SaZohQluJhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5OMUVjrZBoE/s1600-h/ophir.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Ophir Yarden (Jewish professor) is a really cool guy and I mean that he looks like You Know Who in the nicest way possible. This pic was just too good to pass up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-8491135522204309070?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/8491135522204309070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/03/jchogwarts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/8491135522204309070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/8491135522204309070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/03/jchogwarts.html' title='JC=Hogwarts?'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SbrJYdlIPTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KDyOOka0pCE/s72-c/Mrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-3472920720790228309</id><published>2009-03-11T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:08:42.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a fence? Is it a wall? No, it's a Separation Barrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sbf72bpuJnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s0ABhAT__MM/s1600-h/Em+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311991198061045362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sbf72bpuJnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s0ABhAT__MM/s200/Em+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my eyes were opened from the shades of blindness I have been wearing the past few months as I learned about the Separation Wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Israel's Separation Barrier, dubbed the "Apartheid Wall" or "Berlin Wall" by Palestinians, has increasingly attracted international media attention, largely due to the hard-to-ignore scale of the project. The most obvious historical parallel to the barrier is the Berlin Wall, which was 96 miles long (155 kilometers). Israel's barrier, still under construction, is expected to reach at least 403 miles in length (650 kilometers). The average height of the Berlin Wall was 11.8 feet (3.6 metres), compared with the maximum* current height of Israel's Wall -- 25 feet (8 metres). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311989028042867954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sbf54HtEhPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/j8-65HPGvGQ/s200/Em+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Police car patrolling the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Israel's barrier is therefore planned to be four times as long and in places twice as high as the Berlin Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311981344121189314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sbfy423Yc8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nSaK98pAtQU/s200/Em+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Friends cannot be divided. Enemies should!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Learning about this wall that divides the Palestinians and the Israeli's, I was really surprised to learn how much they are depending on Obama to settle the dispute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Danny, is a lawyer here in Israel and has a great involvement with government here and in the US, took us on a tour around town to teach us about the recent happenings. My understanding of what he was saying was that if Obama does not have Israel as his number one priority there is no more hope for a Two-State Solution between Palestine and Israel. The state of Israel will be shred to pieces and disintegrate. Not only does it have impact on Israel, but also on the United States. This will become a volcanic explosion for the U.S. and Christians as a whole. A professor here that I spoke with said, "We can kiss the Jerusalem Center goodbye. There is good chance we may be one of the last groups to ever come here."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311991910116429010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sbf8f4Q9DNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ChHE_Bm_sec/s200/Em+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Obama has the chance to shine on foreign policy if he makes the Two-State Solution his number one concern. I asked our speaker how realistic it was for Obama to make it his number one priority. Our professor said that Obama needs to just put cosmetic make-up on our economy and focus on foreign issues. If he doesn't the Middle East is &lt;em&gt;planning&lt;/em&gt; on turning on the U.S. Obama is the last straw. I wasn't too sure how I felt about the accuracy of this statement, but all are entitled to their opinion. After all it is an educated guess. I feel bad for Obama, he has a lot on his plate and to have Clinton in charge of foreign affairs, yikes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986499823454834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sbf3k9WlynI/AAAAAAAAAKI/C9kt-XMTbds/s200/Em+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have the answers or the solution. I don't know what should be done or how we can help. But I do know that we can pray that Heavenly Fathers will be done and then trust in Him. Whatever that WILL be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-3472920720790228309?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3472920720790228309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-fence-is-it-wall-no-its.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3472920720790228309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3472920720790228309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-fence-is-it-wall-no-its.html' title='Is it a fence? Is it a wall? No, it&apos;s a Separation Barrier'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Sbf72bpuJnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s0ABhAT__MM/s72-c/Em+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-7023931973388990842</id><published>2009-02-28T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:50:28.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Neuenschwander notes</title><content type='html'>The past two days we have been spiritually fed by Elder Neuenschwander, of the Quarum of the Seventy. I thought I may share a few of my random notes from his teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Matt 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus teaches Peter about faith by walking on the water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Be not afraid..." to have faith in Christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accomplish what you came to accomplish (in Jerusalem and in life)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the Pools of Bethesda the Savior said "Arise and walk," this is an invitation to help us rise where we are and walk to do better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Rise from the dust and be men" 2 Nephi 1:21. What dust in our lives do we need to move away from&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lehi's sons are murmuring but he tells them to arise and overcome--&gt; faith is how we do this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A person of faith doesn't get mad but says give me the strength to learn whatever I need to learn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repentance is not harsh, but an invitation to come to a better spot. It is also the entrance into the mercy of Christ. If we do not repent we miss the love of the Atonement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Give away all our sins to know Him" as Lamoni's father mentions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowledge doesn't bring me comfort and peace but my faith does "My peace I give unto you"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Savior gave to the apostles anything but peace. To preach the gospel meant leaving their families, comforts and ease. But the Savior gave them a different kind of peace that the world gives. The peace the Savior brings is the presence of the Holy Ghost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Lord accomplishes multiple outcomes with a single transaction," said Elder Maxwell in a Priesthood leadership meeting in Rexburg, Idaho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seer= prophesies and makes hidden things manifest. Prophet= teaches the gospel guided by inspiration. Teacher= to teach by the Holy Ghost. We are all to be teachers and constantly have opportunities to teach the gospel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is preaching without praying?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be honest with the Lord, talk to Him as your father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We too are called to be teachers from God &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Lord is our example. It would be hard to call Him an executive, He was a teacher" Elder Packer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*D&amp;amp;C 88:118&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like you, I want to be a better disciple and teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Master the tempest is raging" All things will be subject to obey His will&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Righteousness will always triumph evil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Brethren work harder, it's OK if you die we will replace you," said President Hinckley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-7023931973388990842?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7023931973388990842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/elder-neuenschwander-notes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/7023931973388990842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/7023931973388990842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/elder-neuenschwander-notes.html' title='Elder Neuenschwander notes'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-4820905795786437107</id><published>2009-02-28T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:35:20.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seder Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Samd8Evu4kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ie7ufOslaGY/s1600-h/wine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307947291224498754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Samd8Evu4kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ie7ufOslaGY/s200/wine" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 cups of "wine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Samd4zJIr2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1fBaN6tCuTg/s1600-h/shelby"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307947234959601506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Samd4zJIr2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1fBaN6tCuTg/s200/shelby" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shelby winning the matza scavenger hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Samd1VcVECI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tX8jaGsk2Kg/s1600-h/rappers"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307947175447433250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Samd1VcVECI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tX8jaGsk2Kg/s200/rappers" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and Mike rapping Jewish style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SamdxiP_h4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/yA9sWUasBQ0/s1600-h/ophir"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307947110165874562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SamdxiP_h4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/yA9sWUasBQ0/s200/ophir" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ophir washing his hands &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307947050344160386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SamduDZYnII/AAAAAAAAAI4/XPbjCBo2kzI/s200/musical+number" border="0" /&gt;One of many musical numbers &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307946988953964322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Samdqes0jyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SLOtz83oazo/s200/dinner" border="0" /&gt;Symbolic food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SamdctOgwZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5dP_BVQgUxI/s1600-h/oasis"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307946752335200658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SamdctOgwZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/5dP_BVQgUxI/s200/oasis" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;This week we had a Passover Seder Dinner here at the JC. It really was fun and enlightening to participate in this long-standing tradition. We all dressed up and were in the Oasis by 5:00pm. The tables were arranged like this: there was a large U-shaped table in the middle for Ophir and the 12 or 13 readers who took turns reading paragraphs from the Haggadah, surrounded by smaller tables of 4 or 6. There were 2 flower arrangements on the head table, and colored candles in clay pots on each of the smaller tables. A Haggadah was placed at each seat as well so everyone could follow along, whether or not they actually read.We began by singing the table of contents, which we did whenever we began a new phase of the meal- there are 12 of them. Each phase entails either a musical number, washing of the hands or reading a different part from the Haggadah. The night lasted from 5 until 9 for us. In terms of food, we started out with a piece of lettuce dipped in salt water and matza (unleavened bread-much like a cracker). Next we had soup and salad, followed by the main course of bbq chicken, veggies &amp;amp; potatoes. Dessert was fruit salad and an assortment of bars and cookies. Our professor and his 4-year-old son did not eat the same thing because it was not made in a Kosher kitchen; they had a special meal brought in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Passover Seder Meal is a Jewish ritual feast held on the first and the second nights of the Jewish holiday of Passover. This holiday usually comes in late March or April, but we had to have it early this year since our professor would be helping with his own family's Seder meal during the traditional time. Our Jewish Professor, Ophir Yarden, led the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The Seder dinner we had was as close to the real thing as you can get. In typical Jewish tradition, families and friends gather around the table on the nights of Passover to read one of the many versions of the Haggadah, the story of the Israelite exodus from Egypt. Seder customs include drinking of four cups of wine (grape juice), eating matza, and partaking of symbolic foods placed on the &lt;a title="Passover Seder Plate" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passover_Seder_Plate"&gt;Passover Seder Plate&lt;/a&gt;. With a Haggadah serving as a guide, the Seder is performed in much the same way all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not for the Exodus, as explained in the Haggadah, the Jewish people would still be slaves in Egypt. Therefore, the Seder is an occasion for praise and thanksgiving and for re-dedication to the idea of liberation. The Seder goes on until late at night, with the participants reading the Haggadah, studying the meaning of various passages, and singing special Passover songs. Ophir said it's not unusual for the dinner to last until midnight or 1 am- trying the whole time to keep it entertaining enough for the kids to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's part of the group in front of the Oasis (cafeteria) before we entered the dinner. There were 2 anointed hand washings involved in the dinner. The first time Ophir just did it for all of us, but the second time we got up and used the special bowls to wash our hands.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/Sak7RVT3bvI/AAAAAAAAAdk/6uY36RnqaQ4/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what the appetizer plate looked like. Earlier in the day one of the jobs in preparing for the dinner was helping in the kitchen. I wandered in for a bit when they were making the brown stuff in middle- it's a sweet crunchy apple salad and so delicious~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/Sak6MAIKqbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/TjKUXl2DSIE/s1600-h/DSC02706.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the first steps was dipping the herbs in salt water&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/Sak5khoyA8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/RUIPvkMTDv0/s1600-h/DSC02709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the first musical numbers~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/Sak378IfnBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iTKVtfwncc8/s1600-h/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grape juice- we drank 4 glasses of it throughout the night. After we ate the main part of our dinner Ophir said he "lost " part of the original matza bread that was supposed to be saved for dessert. He sent everyone on a scavenger hunt to find it and Shelby was the lucky winner! This was just one example of something they do to keep it upbeat. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/Sak1zL3RKkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Opr_bX9ypLg/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff &amp;amp; Mike accepted the challenge of turning one of the Passover songs into a rap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/SafvOoGNYHI/AAAAAAAAAck/UHJ1jJFPyH0/s1600-h/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-4820905795786437107?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4820905795786437107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/seder-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4820905795786437107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4820905795786437107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/seder-dinner.html' title='Seder Dinner'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/Samd8Evu4kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ie7ufOslaGY/s72-c/wine' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-3452892383478642823</id><published>2009-02-25T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:23:19.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters of Sion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaW2Q8OTyHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2shg-wb2Rzs/s1600-h/IMG_2604%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306848138086303858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaW2Q8OTyHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2shg-wb2Rzs/s200/IMG_2604%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaW1vb72rII/AAAAAAAAAIY/UOxhWwBqcR8/s1600-h/Cond"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306847562483281026" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaW1vb72rII/AAAAAAAAAIY/UOxhWwBqcR8/s200/Cond" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaW1juiKooI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uEfEF9jGZzk/s1600-h/DSC02552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306847361317380738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaW1juiKooI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uEfEF9jGZzk/s200/DSC02552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters of Sion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today our journey through the city began at the Sisters of Sion located in the Muslim quarter of the Old City. The Ecce Homo Convent throughout the years has had many and varied purposes. Right from the early foundation it was always a place for pilgrims to stay while in Jerusalem.It also was a school with many students coming from neighboring countries and was well known throughout the region for its academic excellence. With the closure of the school in 1948, the sisters then felt that an ulpan would be of great benefit to both Arabs and Israelis in that this provided each group time to meet the other and have the opportunity to learn their language. This continued for 10 years and then the program was taken over by Hebrew University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church of Condemnation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" While Pilate was sitting on the judge's seat, his wife sent him this message: 'Don't have anything to do with that innocent man, for I have suffered a great deal today in a dream because of him.' But the chief priests and the elders persuaded the crowd to ask for Barabbas and to have Jesus executed.'Which of the two do you want me to release to you?' asked the governor. 'Barabbas,' they answered. 'What shall I do, then, with Jesus who is called Christ?' Pilate asked. They all answered, 'Crucify him!' 'Why? What crime has he committed?' asked Pilate. But they shouted all the louder, 'Crucify him!'When Pilate saw that he was getting nowhere, but that instead an uproar was starting, he took water and washed his hands in front of the crowd.'I am innocent of this man's blood,' he said. 'It is your responsibility!' All the people answered, 'Let his blood be on us and on our children!'Then he released Barabbas to them. But he had Jesus flogged, and handed him over to be crucified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MATTHEW 27:19-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is believed to be the spot where the above passage took place. Where Jesus Christ was condemned to cruxifiction by Pilate and took up the cross.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/SaQW0cGJtKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/cad6fmJ1qOk/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/SaQWLGk-_-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/JHq7TXSe_i8/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/SaQV4vOJ6mI/AAAAAAAAAZE/caPa2ySFNnY/s1600-h/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the Church of Flagellation, which is right next door to the Church of Condemnation. According to tradition the church enshrines the spot where Christ was flogged by Roman soldiers before his journey down the Via Dolorosa to Calvary. The original building was built in 1839 over the remains of a medieval crusader shrine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/SaQTyT-vIPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/p1kKwLV_Wso/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariannegold.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-fun-to-stay-at-y-m-c.html"&gt;its fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/SaLHX_zUviI/AAAAAAAAAXU/34_-9ZZJ-SU/s1600-h/DSC02437.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every Sunday one of the service couples, the Squires, take 6 students over to the YMCA building to play the giant bells from the bell tower. I went yesterday and it ruled- the only thing that woulda made it better is if knew how to read music. No one told me playing the bells is like playing the piano! Who knew? So the girls I went with all played songs for the 60,000 people of west Jerusalem and Brother Squires helped me with my song. He's so great- he and his wife are so musically talented, they lead the choir here at the center. They're also in charge of the weekly concerts put on at the center. The best talent from around the area comes for a performance for the local people, and we students get the extra standby tickets. Bro Squires himself is an amazing organist and trained under famous people.He told us that the two music directors only let students play the practice bells. He said, " I let everyone play the real ones- who cares! " Lesson learned. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1aoEoCFosg/SaLD7F7G3vI/AAAAAAAAAXM/749lieuhsLE/s1600-h/squires.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaWylbh9RBI/AAAAAAAAAII/97QHRVqdm08/s1600-h/IMG_1778%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306844092041085970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaWylbh9RBI/AAAAAAAAAII/97QHRVqdm08/s200/IMG_1778%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-3452892383478642823?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3452892383478642823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/sisters-of-sion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3452892383478642823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3452892383478642823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/sisters-of-sion.html' title='Sisters of Sion'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaW2Q8OTyHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2shg-wb2Rzs/s72-c/IMG_2604%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-5737933289272374921</id><published>2009-02-21T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:35:34.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gram, on behalf of the world, we thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaKmHs0dbbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SVWvF1GqEXk/s1600-h/800px-Yad_Vashem_Hall_of_Names_by_David_Shankbone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305985962216353202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaKmHs0dbbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SVWvF1GqEXk/s200/800px-Yad_Vashem_Hall_of_Names_by_David_Shankbone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank my Grandma Alice for her great sacrifice in helping to save many Jews from the wickedness of the Holocaust. Gram, along with her parents, helped smuggle Jews from Denmark to Sweden. They participated in the resistance against Germany. They tapped the Nazi lines and learned about who was "next." They then risked their lives to help get people out. I grew up hearing stories around the dinner table by Gram and GG about the war. I never fully understood the impact of these INCREDIBLE HEROS. I would like the world to know that my Grandma is a wonderful lady. She is classy, elegant,driven, dedicated, determined, a spiritual giant and follows her heart. She knows what is innately good, and acts on it despite road blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night as I was brushing my teeth I couldn't help but think if I had lived in 1944. Would I be rationing my toothpaste or would I use a full amount because it may be my last night to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was able to attend the Yad Vashem (Holocaust Museum) this was such a humbling experience. After studying the horror and terrors of these poor people in my Jewish class we went to the museum to learn more. I couldn't help but weep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that were hardest for me to see at the Holocaust Memorial was the shoes. They had this big pile of shoes from when the prisoners would take of their clothes, enter the "shower" (gas chamber) and then be taken to the crematory. Another thing that was heart wrenching was a continual picture that began with a man happy, plump and with family. Then it shows him being taken to a concentration camp by train. Then he is digging a grave. Next he is being shot and falls into the grave he just dug. It was horrible. This made me weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of film clips showing the ghettos filled with poverty and starvation. I was so proud of the section that honored the Danes resistance and being the first country to stand against the persecution. Another room that made me tear up was a room filled with lists of people that had been killed. As I went up to it the first name I saw was a girl age 23 named Emilie, spelled exactly like mine. It was so humbling to think what if it had been me. I cannot imagine walking to my death and signing my name off the list as I enter the gas chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a special "Children's Memorial" for the 1 million children that were killed. You walk down into a dark room that is shaped like a gas chamber. Inside were 6 candles lit (one for each million of people that died) then it was surrounded by mirrors. It gave the appearance of a galaxy of lights. It was beautiful, yet so humbling. It is unfathomable to comprehend how many died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my thoughts while going through the center:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am so grateful for my grandparents and great-grandparents in standing up for God's children despite the terrible opposition they faced. They made many great sacrifices in order to do what truth requires. I am honored to have learned of their heroic stories in helping with the resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think I would have rather died than survive a continual nightmare. I don't know how people, after being in a concentration camp, carried on with their lives. Where did they go? They no longer had a home, family, or respect. I wouldn't know how to cope with the pain and agony after the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would I have become bitter or hard-hearted towards God? Where was God when 6 million people were slaughtered? I understand that God has to allow others their agency, but at what point can he step in and stop the sinners as he did with the flood or mixing up the languages during the Tower of Babel. How much more wicked can people get? I am scared for the future it will only be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why weren't other countries stepping in to help? Perhaps because it was so secretive and most did not know what was happening, especially without the modern communication technologies that we have today. Or perhaps because of fear/danger of what they may step into. But I guess the same question can be posed to you and I. Why are we being ignorant to the things occurring right now in Africa and other countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't understand why the Jews are persecuting the Palestinians for their belief and their lands. You would think they would be more open and trying not to repeat the history of oppression. This perplexes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience was a sobering one. It made me realize how blessed I am. I can never complain again. I have no trials or hardships in comparison, my life is so petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as you brush your teeth, thank Heavenly Father for the life he has given you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember, only that I was innocent and, just like you, mortal on that day, I, too, had had a face marked by race, by pity, and joy, quite simply, a human face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Fondane (murdered at Auschwitz 1944)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-5737933289272374921?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/5737933289272374921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/gram-on-behalf-of-world-we-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/5737933289272374921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/5737933289272374921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/gram-on-behalf-of-world-we-thank-you.html' title='Gram, on behalf of the world, we thank you'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SaKmHs0dbbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SVWvF1GqEXk/s72-c/800px-Yad_Vashem_Hall_of_Names_by_David_Shankbone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-6082106623535743931</id><published>2009-02-21T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:42:35.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to fill you in...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I am terrible at this blogging thing. I will try to quickly recap the last few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;YMCA Bells-we rang/played the bells for 60 thousand people. It was fun to go with the Squires, a senior couple here. Good thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Richelle&lt;/span&gt; could read music and plays the piano. She did all the work and I just hit the same 5 notes over and over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentines- "Greater love hath no man than this than He lay down His life for His friends." I went to the Garden Tomb and contemplated the great love of the Atonement and its implications in my life. I am so grateful to my friend for giving His life for me and my idiosyncrasies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;St. Anne's Church (Pools of Bethesda)- This was such a simple, beautiful church with incredible architecture in the ceiling. With the small group that I went with we started singing some hymns because the acoustics were awesome. We turned around and there was a tour group from Sweden filming us, many of the women teary eyed and touched by the message of the hymns. If only we could have shared the gospel, dang non-proselyting contract. I really like the story from the Bible of the man waiting for years at the pools to be healed and the Savior heals him. It is beautiful! (The Karl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bloche&lt;/span&gt; painting is one of the best depictions we have of this scene).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dome of the Rock-We were able to walk right up to this beautiful mosaic structure, but not able to go inside. But don't think I didn't try :). I put my scarf over my head and was wearing a skirt so I went to take off my shoes and go into the mosque. I was so close but a guard came up to me yelling that I was only allowed to walk around and not go in, dang it! The Dome is considered one of the most sacred sites in the world because this is where many believe God stood to create the earth, the place where Muhammad ascended into heaven, where Jews believe is the rock that Abraham sacrificed Isaac. Needless to say I was disappointed I couldn't go in to see this sacred rock. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dormition&lt;/span&gt; Abby- where Mother Mary is buried (one of the spots they claim). The thing I liked about this church was that there are several beautiful murals from different countries (Venezuela, Guatemala, Mexico, US, Poland, Hungary, Greece and Africa). The murals are to honor Mary and a scene from the Saviors life. It was really neat. Also, above Christ is a mosaic of significant women in the Bible-Even, Esther, Judith, Miriam, Ruth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jael&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Room of the Last Supper-not what I was expecting. Not big or preserved at all. But neat to think about the sacred events that took place here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knesset- Israeli Parliament building. It was cool that their seats are arranged in a Menorah. There is an interesting tapestry painted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chagall&lt;/span&gt; representing Israel's past, present and future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Russian Orthodox Church-while this church was beautiful what interested me most was in the back we were able to sneak around to find the original stairs that Christ walked on his way to Bethany. This is one of three spots &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;archaeologists&lt;/span&gt; are certain Christ would have walked on. Pretty neat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-6082106623535743931?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6082106623535743931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-fill-you-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/6082106623535743931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/6082106623535743931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-fill-you-in.html' title='Time to fill you in...'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-7968332338248359620</id><published>2009-02-16T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:06:34.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures: Here, there, everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZqKW8MpMOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Xw0GOOV5a7g/s1600-h/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303703637903093986" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp-QRFvULI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PNPt9jNcLes/s320/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp-z819pDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/729ob6iTaYM/s1600-h/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303690942153073714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp-z819pDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/729ob6iTaYM/s320/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp8hWWDocI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fcSqhn8kXM8/s1600-h/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303688423557800386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp8hWWDocI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fcSqhn8kXM8/s320/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp9iMfFrrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QQM1KENPL4c/s1600-h/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303689537602825906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp9iMfFrrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QQM1KENPL4c/s320/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp7E3ZumAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Az_Iil2zC00/s1600-h/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303686834703734786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp7E3ZumAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Az_Iil2zC00/s320/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp7-Sjs5hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NiPcgOhMKLs/s1600-h/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303687821245867538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZp7-Sjs5hI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NiPcgOhMKLs/s320/JeRuSaLeM.February16.2009+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnFy7WNQwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yPQ86jyr0FY/s1600-h/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487514920436482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnFy7WNQwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yPQ86jyr0FY/s320/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnJEHTlnxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pqomc_fol7w/s1600-h/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303491108723334930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnJEHTlnxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pqomc_fol7w/s320/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnEh89t9dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SxBRwQyXaP4/s1600-h/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303486123785188818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnEh89t9dI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SxBRwQyXaP4/s320/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnFI9W9ukI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2CJEowM0TMQ/s1600-h/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303486793905977922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnFI9W9ukI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2CJEowM0TMQ/s320/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303485396453610274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnD3ncW0yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MUIuoLm9wKY/s320/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnDPnZSNnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pKvQOT5Mplk/s1600-h/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303484709245957746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZnDPnZSNnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pKvQOT5Mplk/s320/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left: Playing the Carolong Bells for 60 thousand people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few random pictures from the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-7968332338248359620?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7968332338248359620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-here-there-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/7968332338248359620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/7968332338248359620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-here-there-everywhere.html' title='Adventures: Here, there, everywhere'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZqKW8MpMOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Xw0GOOV5a7g/s72-c/YMCA+Bells,+Art+Community,+Omars+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-8012250020858976664</id><published>2009-02-14T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:56:00.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you!</title><content type='html'>I would like to tell my family and friends how much I love them. Thank you for your incredible examples to me. I am so blessed in my life to be constantly surrounded by great people and incredible experiences. Know that I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for you!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for enriching my life.&lt;br /&gt;Emi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-8012250020858976664?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/8012250020858976664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/8012250020858976664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/8012250020858976664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you.html' title='I love you!'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-7996683156445196827</id><published>2009-02-11T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:00:58.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZMECzIjngI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jEDXGIUlx_Q/s1600-h/IMG_5532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301585632477552130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZMECzIjngI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jEDXGIUlx_Q/s320/IMG_5532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZMA1tJiCSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CdW5Y2kXNx0/s1600-h/IMG_5514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301582108997847330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZMA1tJiCSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CdW5Y2kXNx0/s320/IMG_5514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZLSc642_RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dhNh9MFNCPk/s1600-h/IMG_5521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301531105654406418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZLSc642_RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dhNh9MFNCPk/s320/IMG_5521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://richellenelson.blogspot.com/2009/02/creeper.html"&gt;CREEPER!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbyACHghuoQ/SYx_eEiXOAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TSFAQeXI7QM/s1600-h/IMG_5512.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so we've done some pretty neat stuff here, but today was definitely one of the most adventurous so far. I wanted to go out to West Jerusalem to buy a new flash drive so I recruited a few others and called a cab to come get us. We got to the Canon store and although none of us noticed at first, a sketchy guy with yellowed hair and a green jacket followed us in. He was staring really intently at our group of girls as we looked at a camera for Anne, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbyACHghuoQ/SYx_eRTUzZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/85iKHn-mIGA/s1600-h/IMG_5513.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a flash drive for me, and a charger for Moon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VbyACHghuoQ/SYyAHOGTjlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gp0uBae2bvE/s1600-h/IMG_5514.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One by one we all got a little creeped out (except for Moon cause she hard core and super tough), and as we talked about it a little more we all gravitated towards the back of the store. Christine, Breana and Richelle were standing by the back counter when he approached us with a note. It had some Hebrew writing on it, and then some incoherent English words at the bottom. We blew him off, told him we couldn't help him and moved to the front of the store, where he followed &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VbyACHghuoQ/SYyAkpk_ZyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/32vru2ThAPU/s1600-h/IMG_5521.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us again. I approached him directly, and after asking him if there was anything we could help him with and getting no response, we all started to get a little more worried. We asked the shop keeper if he worked there, and he replied that he didn't and that he was even a little creepy to the shop keeper! He asked us if we had a man with us, and when we said no he told us w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VbyACHghuoQ/SYyBMVXTDjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5V7zt_VrdCE/s1600-h/IMG_5532.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e might want to call someone - so we called security. At this point the guy was passing me more notes saying that the devil had closed his mouth so he couldn't speak, and talked about...well I won't tell all but lots of other really disconcerting things. Moon and Richelle were outside practicing our Martial Art skills when Security showed up and escorted us to their van. I guess it wasn't as big of a threat as we thought, cause the whole way home they were teasing us about beating up the crazy 80-year-old "Santa Claus" as they called him, but we were all still glad we called! Some deranged old man was definitely not normal&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VbyACHghuoQ/SYyBME_qMKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BfK5edJ9CsI/s1600-h/IMG_5531.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, especially when he would NOT stop staring and the content of his notes was...well...less than friendly. You'll have to check out the pics to see how awesome it was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-7996683156445196827?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7996683156445196827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/creeper-ok-so-weve-done-some-pretty.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/7996683156445196827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/7996683156445196827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/creeper-ok-so-weve-done-some-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SZMECzIjngI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jEDXGIUlx_Q/s72-c/IMG_5532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-1916054118900371630</id><published>2009-02-07T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:22:42.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from Egypt</title><content type='html'>Random notes from Egypt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham 1:25-27 The Pharaoh's are seeking earnestly to imitate the priesthood. This passage shows the very first government is patterned after the patriarchal line. They imitated the Fathers. The religious system was patterned after the fullness of the priesthood from Adam's time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham 3:15 God is showing the Egyptians what they already know about astronomy. Why? He shows Abraham these things before he goes to Egypt so that he can know how to declare things that the Egyptians will understand, he speaks their "language," which in turn builds a relationship of trust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egyptians are obsessed with eternal life and power and authority for eternity (symbol of the Ankh is everywhere). Egyptians are trying to figure out how they can have power and authority for eternity so they manipulate it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;DJED: "May he or she have life, stability, dominion, protection, health, prosperity and eternal life."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eternal life is often portrayed as the serpent--the ultimate good deity that was responsible for bestowing eternal life is often misused by Satan as well, think of the garden.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egyptian Judgment scene: becoming like God requires satisfying sentinels by providing correct information. The only way one gets through the barrier (veil) to become a God is to put his hand through the barrier to come with deity. Veil is the boundary that separates them and those that have already become Gods. You must go through all of the barriers to become a God. Osiris, God of resurrection and judgment, himself had ascended the throne to become a god.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holy of Holies: Importance of ritual washing and anointing to make one clean and pure before being able to kneel before Osiris or Amen (God). Placing the symbol of godhood upon his head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washing and anointing with veils. Being washed with the Ankh by eternal life so he c an have eternal life. The priests give him new clothes and then bring him to the barrier/veil. This was a big deal to the Egyptians, but it was demonstrated in many places and in many ways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ritual "embrace" to the Pharaoh: families can be together forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Representation of the Gods bestowing power and authority after they have been brought through the veil. Robes are tied on the right side with a sash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Representation of the ultimate good deity is the snake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;God, Amun, has 74 aspects/resurrection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temple of Menubu has three divisions within the temple: You walk through three separate phases within the temple. All the while walking up toward the holy of holies. The Holy of Holies is the most sacred enclosure and often there are three division within the holy of holies as well. The wall around the temple is to show that there is a bearing on the universe and the sanctity of the temple that cannot be mingled with common life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tombs at Giza, the pyramids: Represent the ascent to the abode of God. It is more than a simple step pyramid but the intersection between heaven and earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomb of Tut III: Taking nourishment from the tree of life. Temples with gradation of Holiness. We saw associations with the bull or ox, which is the power of deity. If you look at the Hebrew version of Jacobs patriarchal blessing you read "the bull of Jacob" not "the God of Jacob." We saw the name Amen, interesting that we say Heavenly Fathers literal name, Amen, every time we pray.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomb of Tuthankomen: The high priest is performing the "opening of the mouth ceremony" the high priest touches the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears so that the mouth may continue to speak and taste in the next life. The eyes that they can continue to see, the ears to hear,...We know it is the high priest because he is wearing the leopard skin on the right shoulder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What does all of this mean? That Joseph Smith could not have made a mistake. We have these ceremonies from Adam down to the other patriarchs. The Egyptians knew if they wanted eternal life they had to pursue the path, the ceremony and rituals that are displayed on the tombs in Egypt!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-1916054118900371630?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/1916054118900371630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/notes-from-egypt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1916054118900371630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1916054118900371630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/notes-from-egypt.html' title='Notes from Egypt'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-4089516555037910931</id><published>2009-02-05T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:53:07.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road to Jericho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYtDWQAWfWI/AAAAAAAAADc/RRpHTfcg-Nk/s1600-h/Emilie+529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299403436064144738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYtDWQAWfWI/AAAAAAAAADc/RRpHTfcg-Nk/s320/Emilie+529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left: Marianne and I sweating after the hike up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below: Firas, security guard and my yummy lemonade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Center: Cool view of Jerico through the cross at the top of the mountain&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYtBeEo8JQI/AAAAAAAAADU/hWTVrEgsAnw/s1600-h/Emilie+517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299401371428857090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYtBeEo8JQI/AAAAAAAAADU/hWTVrEgsAnw/s320/Emilie+517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYtASeGTjoI/AAAAAAAAADM/hqVtvxEOouw/s1600-h/Emilie+545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299400072592854658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYtASeGTjoI/AAAAAAAAADM/hqVtvxEOouw/s320/Emilie+545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYs_HqZemnI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZV3eXy1_bsk/s1600-h/Emilie+503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299398787404307058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYs_HqZemnI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZV3eXy1_bsk/s320/Emilie+503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYs-TYbb_PI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rg50cpEtlC0/s1600-h/Emilie+502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299397889227488498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYs-TYbb_PI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rg50cpEtlC0/s320/Emilie+502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left: Joshua sounding the trumpet for the walls to fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right: Jeff building the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYs9Tgnb2GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V5nGHcSxUtQ/s1600-h/Emilie+489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299396791913666658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYs9Tgnb2GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/V5nGHcSxUtQ/s320/Emilie+489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herod the Greats Winter Palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to Jericho. It was cool to hike up into the mount of temptation where the Savior was tempted by Satan. They have a monastery built into a cave in the mountain, way cool. We went to Herod the Greats Winter Palace, where he killed his father-in-law, wife, and brother. He also died there himself. It was interesting to think that today is usually one of the coldest days of the year in Utah and we were here sweating at 7 am in 80 degree weather. It was kind of crazy, because Jericho is in the West Bank, we had all the big Jerusalem Center security guards go with us. They all have found a liking to making fun of me, I am not too sure why? Perhaps because I throw it right back, lol. So they kept teasing that they wanted to kick me out at the check point with the military guards. At the spring of Elisha I got the BEST fresh squeezed lemonade that I have ever had. It was divine. After our trip I totally crashed in my bed for much longer than I had anticipated, the sun just wears you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-4089516555037910931?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4089516555037910931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-road-to-jericho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4089516555037910931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4089516555037910931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-road-to-jericho.html' title='On the road to Jericho'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYtDWQAWfWI/AAAAAAAAADc/RRpHTfcg-Nk/s72-c/Emilie+529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-5843330980220901700</id><published>2009-02-03T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:26:24.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt: too much traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlLtPwzoLI/AAAAAAAAACs/pUrKZ3gYYsI/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298849677275537586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlLtPwzoLI/AAAAAAAAACs/pUrKZ3gYYsI/s320/Egypt.January.2009+385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlKyQNSexI/AAAAAAAAACk/U7ZN4lBNuJ4/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298848663782718226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlKyQNSexI/AAAAAAAAACk/U7ZN4lBNuJ4/s320/Egypt.January.2009+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Freezing on the top of Mt. Sinai waiting for the sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above: Dancing at the Hard Rock Cafe in Cairo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below: Watching the sunset with my roommates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlICnFch4I/AAAAAAAAACU/HmwLF1Kbnv4/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298845646266861442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlICnFch4I/AAAAAAAAACU/HmwLF1Kbnv4/s320/Egypt.January.2009+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlHdxJh8aI/AAAAAAAAACM/y_-u-5tcCf4/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298845013313188258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlHdxJh8aI/AAAAAAAAACM/y_-u-5tcCf4/s320/Egypt.January.2009+282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlGz2CuZJI/AAAAAAAAACE/2VhCQSJ3os8/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298844293072315538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlGz2CuZJI/AAAAAAAAACE/2VhCQSJ3os8/s320/Egypt.January.2009+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYk6sJivytI/AAAAAAAAABk/R5IpDR_lS_o/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298830966728411858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYk6sJivytI/AAAAAAAAABk/R5IpDR_lS_o/s320/Egypt.January.2009+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYk3jUwV2sI/AAAAAAAAABc/qy9dLynqRaA/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298827516584516290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYk3jUwV2sI/AAAAAAAAABc/qy9dLynqRaA/s320/Egypt.January.2009+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Egypt was amazing. We saw so many incredible things. But I must say I am more than happy to be back in Israel. It was just so disease infested and dirty there. Here are a few highlights from the week long trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sites:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbing Mt. Sinai: &lt;/em&gt;This was my favorite part of the whole trip. We woke up at 2 a.m. after only four hours of sleep and started trucking up the mountain, which we didn't know existed since we had arrived late at night after a days travel through the flat desert. The stars were incredible. I thought a lot about Moses going up eight times and what he may have been thinking about. I thought about how all of us at some point have wilderness experiences were the Lord refines us and then we go to the temple/mountain to receive greater instruction and our wilderness experience suddenly makes sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat at the top for nearly two hours like sardines trying to keep warm. But suddenly the frost bitten hands and numb legs seemed to disappear as I watched the sunrise. It was incredible. Suddenly you could see all these grand mountain ranges all around us, that we didn't know existed in the dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life isn't about the number of breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away! This was one of those moments that just cannot be retold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beersheba:&lt;/em&gt; This place is highlighted often in the Bible because it was a main highway intersection and had a water system out in the middle of the desert. This was a place Mary and Joseph would have passed along with many other significant Biblical people. Interesting to note Beersheba means completeness or perfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wilderness of Zin&lt;/em&gt;: Where the children of Israel resided for forty years. Yikes, there was nothing there but sand here. I don't understand how they survived. After only a week of being in Egypt I was so done with drinking bottled water and being in the disgusting disease infested country. I could better sympathize and only begin to understand the children of Israel's struggles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pyramids and Sphinx&lt;/em&gt;: It was incredible to see the pyramids that have been standing for so long. Even great-grandfather Moses would have seen these. We went inside and they really weren't anything special, just germs trapped for more than 5,000 years and empty, narrow hallways. Call me ignorant but I thought we would see all the treasures they found inside the tombs. Nope we just went down the pyramid to an empty room and back out. Not what I had anticipated. But it was still really cool, especially at the night show where they tell about it and have all these colored lights changing on them. It was a beautiful sight and pretty surreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valley of the Kings and Tomb of King Tutankhamen:&lt;/em&gt; I think this was one of my favorite spots. It was cool to go through all of these tombs and see the writings on the walls. It was such a testimony to me that the temples are truly of God and have been the same throughout all time. He is in the details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temple of Ramses III, Colossus of Memnon, Luxor temple, Mohammad Ali Mosque, Suez Canal, Red Sea, Geyer Anderson Museum, Khan al-Khalili Bazaar, Egyptian Museum Tour, Colossus of Memnon, Funerary Temple of Ramses III, Tel Avdat, Sound and light show, Memphis and the Karnak Temple&lt;/em&gt; were all incredible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was amazed at all of the symbolism between LDS temples and the ancient temples. It made me appreciate that God is the same today, yesterday and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlE28I492I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1F2d-vG3prc/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298842147225139042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlE28I492I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1F2d-vG3prc/s320/Egypt.January.2009+236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel:&lt;/strong&gt; We went by bus, train, plane, carriage, feluca, camel, horse, water boat, sailboat and walking. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlEDGbcIoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JOGwdyRfNd4/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlEDGbcIoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JOGwdyRfNd4/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298841256634098306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlEDGbcIoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JOGwdyRfNd4/s320/Egypt.January.2009+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt; The food was disgusting. We couldn't eat any fruits or vegetables because of parasites in the water which they wash the food with. We also could not drink the water either, which makes it very difficult to brush yo&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlJdui8vtI/AAAAAAAAACc/6sNr7uM4Gds/s1600-h/Egypt.January.2009+310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298847211637751506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlJdui8vtI/AAAAAAAAACc/6sNr7uM4Gds/s320/Egypt.January.2009+310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ur teeth and shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we seriously have to eat this mystery meat on the train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health:&lt;/strong&gt; I got motion sickness the first day on the bus and threw up at the boarder. Then I got the flu on top of everything. I was coughing so hard the whole week that I bruised my ribs. One day I had a fever so bad that I wanted a blessing so I could survive the long day. The only place there was a quiet spot with few people was inside of a bar. Hahah, how many people can say they received a blessing inside of a bar, it was funny. I am sick of being sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;Kibbutz, Oasis, Sheraton Hotel, train, back to the Oasis, Morganland Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298840158908165442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlDDNFLrUI/AAAAAAAAABs/iq1RghXIoKE/s320/Egypt.January.2009+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gratitude:&lt;/strong&gt; Walking through the poverty stricken areas was heart wrenching. It made me appreciate the life I have been given. I cannot imagine having to beg every day. It broke my heart to walk through the market and see diseased people missing arms, legs and love. I couldn't help but feel horrible every time we went back to our fancy hotel and think "Even though this food is disgusting it is still better than any meal these people will ever have." I received a deeper appreciation for the things I have been given. We truly are so blessed to have the fulness of the gospel and not have to mimick the priesthood as on all of the temples. We are blessed to have food to eat, warm beds, clean water and a country of laws and regulations that helps maintain order and safe driving :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-5843330980220901700?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/5843330980220901700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/egypt-too-much-traveling.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/5843330980220901700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/5843330980220901700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/02/egypt-too-much-traveling.html' title='Egypt: too much traveling'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYlLtPwzoLI/AAAAAAAAACs/pUrKZ3gYYsI/s72-c/Egypt.January.2009+385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-6574035875686833180</id><published>2009-01-24T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:13:00.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtoEGX6H2I/AAAAAAAAABM/lec-fNH-H5E/s1600-h/Gethsemane+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294940206543806306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtoEGX6H2I/AAAAAAAAABM/lec-fNH-H5E/s320/Gethsemane+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gethsemani with Stephani Tanner and my watermelon outfit (long story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-6574035875686833180?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6574035875686833180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/gethsemani-with-stephani-tanner-and-my.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/6574035875686833180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/6574035875686833180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/gethsemani-with-stephani-tanner-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtoEGX6H2I/AAAAAAAAABM/lec-fNH-H5E/s72-c/Gethsemane+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-5982770007442011845</id><published>2009-01-24T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:09:55.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtndO16ZCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ph4EHelJJn4/s1600-h/Ein+Kerem-Church+of+Visitation+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294939538802238498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtndO16ZCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ph4EHelJJn4/s320/Ein+Kerem-Church+of+Visitation+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church of Visitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-5982770007442011845?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/5982770007442011845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/church-of-visitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/5982770007442011845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/5982770007442011845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/church-of-visitation.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtndO16ZCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ph4EHelJJn4/s72-c/Ein+Kerem-Church+of+Visitation+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-4075730204332093217</id><published>2009-01-24T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:07:26.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtmqp2k2dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KPvxRC9vtaM/s1600-h/Ein+Kerem-+Church+of+St+John+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294938669879450066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtmqp2k2dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KPvxRC9vtaM/s320/Ein+Kerem-+Church+of+St+John+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spot believed to be where John the Baptist was born and circumcised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-4075730204332093217?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4075730204332093217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/spot-believed-to-be-where-john-baptist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4075730204332093217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4075730204332093217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/spot-believed-to-be-where-john-baptist.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtmqp2k2dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KPvxRC9vtaM/s72-c/Ein+Kerem-+Church+of+St+John+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-7988409288674775741</id><published>2009-01-24T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:04:02.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtlzYZBp1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/mB5xQaIyhdM/s1600-h/Destin+not+lotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294937720299300690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtlzYZBp1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/mB5xQaIyhdM/s320/Destin+not+lotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not being able to read Hebrew I put some sort of Desitin on instead of lotion, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-7988409288674775741?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/7988409288674775741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-being-able-to-read-hebrew-i-put.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/7988409288674775741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/7988409288674775741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-being-able-to-read-hebrew-i-put.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtlzYZBp1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/mB5xQaIyhdM/s72-c/Destin+not+lotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-8463875515801674174</id><published>2009-01-24T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:00:16.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtk1Ytz60I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4nu-udTUtn8/s1600-h/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294936655234591554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtk1Ytz60I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4nu-udTUtn8/s320/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first shot of Bethlehem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-8463875515801674174?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/8463875515801674174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-shot-of-bethlehem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/8463875515801674174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/8463875515801674174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-shot-of-bethlehem.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtk1Ytz60I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4nu-udTUtn8/s72-c/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-2769951563742420655</id><published>2009-01-24T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:56:59.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtkZaWJ0aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hFYYp0lA8Q4/s1600-h/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294936174635897250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtkZaWJ0aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hFYYp0lA8Q4/s320/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matrix at Ein Kerem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-2769951563742420655?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/2769951563742420655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/matrix-at-ein-kerem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/2769951563742420655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/2769951563742420655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/matrix-at-ein-kerem.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtkZaWJ0aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hFYYp0lA8Q4/s72-c/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-3627545854302331965</id><published>2009-01-24T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:54:15.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtjtvFfllI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ew9ZwTFCqlg/s1600-h/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935424288921170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtjtvFfllI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ew9ZwTFCqlg/s320/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kissing camel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-3627545854302331965?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3627545854302331965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/kissing-camel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3627545854302331965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3627545854302331965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/kissing-camel.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXtjtvFfllI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ew9ZwTFCqlg/s72-c/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-6673315948392504510</id><published>2009-01-24T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:51:02.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXti_I7TYkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VMg58NQNciw/s1600-h/Dome+of+Rock,+obviously.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294934623771648578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXti_I7TYkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VMg58NQNciw/s320/Dome+of+Rock,+obviously.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dome of the Rock, obviously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-6673315948392504510?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/6673315948392504510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/dome-of-rock-obviously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/6673315948392504510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/6673315948392504510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/dome-of-rock-obviously.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXti_I7TYkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VMg58NQNciw/s72-c/Dome+of+Rock,+obviously.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-3501281907985378724</id><published>2009-01-24T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:48:10.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXthtSzuwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6TWiDfUwIc0/s1600-h/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933217674969234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXthtSzuwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6TWiDfUwIc0/s320/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-3501281907985378724?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3501281907985378724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3501281907985378724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3501281907985378724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SXthtSzuwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6TWiDfUwIc0/s72-c/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-1625274034593399242</id><published>2009-01-22T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:39:14.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who peed on me?</title><content type='html'>In order to prepare for our ten day journey to Egypt today we went to exchange money and go to the market to buy some food. We were walking through the market and out of nowhere water starts streaming through the cracks of the "attempted roof" above the merchant shops . I quickly move and then look up to see what the stream of liquid that hit me contained. Although we couldn't see well we believe it was someone peeing from off their house above. It was quite disgusting. Every time we are in the market something happens. Today was also the first time we went in a group of five, but without a guy from our group. We had a lot of old men and teenage boys say a lot of disgusting things. I felt like I was being raped with my clothes on. Needless to say I am not going to the Old City again without a male from our group. It wasn't pleasant. One more funny story, when we were walking along the busy street suddenly this man grabbed my arm. I didn't get a good look at him, but went to go deck him in the face (maybe not the smartest when everyone carries guns here but it was a natural reaction). Suddenly, I realized it was Jimmy,  a local merchant who is extremely kind to us and always looking out for us "Mormons." Turns out he ran into some members from Salt Lake City and was showing them around the sites, like I said he is a great guy who loves Mormons. He just wanted to know what time the concert at the Jerusalem Center was at tonight. I had a good laugh about that after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-1625274034593399242?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/1625274034593399242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-peed-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1625274034593399242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1625274034593399242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-peed-on-me.html' title='Who peed on me?'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-4864566207585481048</id><published>2009-01-19T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:10:58.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The market</title><content type='html'>After classes today, we just took it easy and went shopping in the market. It is such a busy place with so many things to look at, strange smells, and pushy salesmen. I bought a purse and a skirt (because apparently my mission skirts aren't long enough according to standards here, crazy eh?). I kind of feel like a hippy with the things I bought. But its the whole "everyone is doing it" so its ok to look like a dork. Then I came back for more classes and homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-4864566207585481048?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/4864566207585481048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4864566207585481048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/4864566207585481048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/market.html' title='The market'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-2385084572147414834</id><published>2009-01-18T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:45:11.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Jan 09 Ein Kerem</title><content type='html'>The weather was perfect today for hiking around the town of Ein Kerem, the birthplace of John the Baptist. We visited the Franciscan Church of the visitation, the spot where Mary visited Elizabeth, John the Baptist's mother. Spring of the Vineyard was a beautiful fountain named after Mary. The mosaics and a grotto inside of the birthplace of the Baptist were stunning inside and outside of the church. The Hadassah Hospital complex just above the town is internationally known for Marc Chagall's stained-glass windows, depicting the 12 tribes of Israel. We wandered the mountains and did a lot of walking because none of us had a map. But it was quite the adventure with a lot of good laughs and good sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-2385084572147414834?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/2385084572147414834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/18-jan-09-ein-kerem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/2385084572147414834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/2385084572147414834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/18-jan-09-ein-kerem.html' title='18 Jan 09 Ein Kerem'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-3335591736526305096</id><published>2009-01-17T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:00:45.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden of Gethsemane</title><content type='html'>It has been a wonderful Shabbat/Sabbath today. I spoke in sacrament about goal setting. I am so grateful it went ok, I didn't have time to prepare until 30 minutes before sacrament meeting. It definitely could have been better, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express the feelings in my heart right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was an incredible experience. We walked to the Garden of Gethsemane only a few minutes away. The guard let us go into a secluded section that only 5 of us were allowed in. The feeling was incredibly peaceful and secluded from the hustle and bustle in the streets just outside the gate. I sat silently off on my own for quite some time. I couldn't help but weep as I thought about the sacrifice my older brother made for me personally. I couldn't help but be grateful of Him taking upon Himself my every pain, sickness, infirmity. Not only did He suffer for the things I willfully do wrong, but also the things that happen to me out of my control. I don't understand the Atonement. I don't know how He did it or how it works. It is too awe-some to comprehend. But I do know it happened. I know that He knows me personally. That He sees me not for who I am, but who I can become if I will but lean on Him. If only I can trust His will more, not my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a gardener there about the Olive Trees. He said that they live forever and are continually producing fruit. He pointed out the oldest tree in the garden, more than 2,000 years old, which would have been there at the time of Christ. It is incomprehensible to think about what those trees witnessed and felt as they watched their/my creator suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marvel that He would descend from His throne divine. To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine. That He should extend His great love unto such as I. Oh it is wonderful that He should care for me enough to die for me. Oh it is wonderful, wonderful to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-3335591736526305096?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/3335591736526305096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/garden-of-gethsemane.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3335591736526305096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/3335591736526305096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/garden-of-gethsemane.html' title='Garden of Gethsemane'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-1186553139464332748</id><published>2009-01-14T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:34:19.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First field trip (January 14, 2009)</title><content type='html'>Today totally rocked we went on a geography trip to several locations. Here are my random notes about each place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nabi Samwil (Prophet Samuel): This is believed to be Samuels tomb, yet it is empty. The thing that is neat is that there is both a Mosque and a Synagogue under the same roof, one of five in the world.  It was fun to sing Hymn #100 in the chapel and hear the amazing accoustics. Bethel= house of God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seven Arches Hotel Overlook: This is near the possible location of where Christ weaped over Jerusalem. As it overlooks the city today, the gates are closed up along the wall because its believed it will be where the Savior will come again. This spot also overlooks over a cemetary, where plots cost more than $50 thousand. Also, overlooks the Kidron valley where Christ crossed on the night of his crucifixion. The Eastern wall which was built in 1737. The Golden Gate were the Savior went through on a donkey in the triumphal entry. Al Quska Mosque which was built for men only. Dome of the Rock was built in 690 AD and rebuilt in the 60's under the Hussein family who added gold to the top. It is believed that the Dome is where Mohammed was taken up into heaven and Gabriel held  the rock down. Also, it is believed by some that the Dome is where the Second Coming will take place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Austa Victoria Tower: Consisted of beautiful mosaics and contained one of the oldest organs in the Holy Land.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haas Promenade Overlook: We sat for lunch here along the ridge Abraham walked to sacrifice Isaac. U.N. headquarters sits on "the Hill of Ill Council" haha. At the time the Savior was born there were 2,000 animal sacrifices a day and it would wash down into the Kidron Valley, providing nutrients for farming (gross), Gethsemane is on the other side of the hill so the Saviors blood would have drained into the Kidron valley--&gt; Christ's blood flowed the same way animal sacrifices once represented him. Jews believe Dome of the Rock is the center of the earth and it is also the location God stood to create the earth. Christians believe the Holy Sepulcher is the center of the earth. Underneath the Dome of the Rock it is believed Mohammad saw all of the prophets and then got on a "bird" and went back to Mecca. 1 prayer in the Dome = 1,000 prayers for the world. Psalms 125:1-4. Mt. Olives and Zion are in a horseshoe shape around Jerusalem, the Lord comforts you as a horseshoe surrounds. Jerusalem is not the tallest place in the area.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deir Mar Elyas/ Elias Monastery: Here we got our first glimpse of Bethlehem, which is in hills not plains as the song says. This spot is the place Elijah the prophet rested after he bested the priests of Baal on Mt Carmel and escaped the wrath of Queen Jezebel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was great to get out and see the layout of the land. There was so much information it is hard to retain it all or even understand it all. If anyone catches that I mixed up any facts from my professors, please correct me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-1186553139464332748?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/1186553139464332748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-field-trip-january-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1186553139464332748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1186553139464332748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-field-trip-january-14-2009.html' title='First field trip (January 14, 2009)'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916383598370236887.post-1849897333959183133</id><published>2009-01-09T04:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:57:24.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>After flying for several hours, we arrived in the Jerusalem center Weds night. We had some orientation that I cannot remember because I was totally tired. The next morning I awoke at 5 a.m. to the call to prayer. It was really cool to hear, but strange at the same time. Five times a day they have call to prayer. It has been a good reminder for me to pray more often too. We were able to get a tour of the Old City, go through the market, taste some bread, and view the city from the Austrian hostile. We also walked quickly through the Holy Seplicher. We cruised through everything so that we could just get a feel for the layout of the land. It is surreal to be here. I feel very safe, despite the current circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2916383598370236887-1849897333959183133?l=emiliefoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/feeds/1849897333959183133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1849897333959183133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2916383598370236887/posts/default/1849897333959183133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliefoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name>emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312039987127541554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h1cn8aUN4E/SYyKaJ4KMgI/AAAAAAAAADw/3f9gduBXBoU/S220/Jerusalem+January+14+(Field+Trip+1)+113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
