I guess that I never thought that this day would ever get here, and now it is. I'm sitting in my room, packed and ready to go to Jerusalem. I'm participating in an archaeological dig sponsored by UNC Charlotte. I'll get on a plane and fly across the Atlantic tomorrow, and I'm not really sure what I'll discover.
This is my first time abroad, my first experience with archaeology, and my first experience with religion. I've been reading textbooks about the history of Jerusalem, and its relation to Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. I've read more about Jesus in these past few weeks more than I ever have in my entire life. I've been Agnostic my entire life, and I've never read the Bible. So, I know I'll be learning a lot, and it will probably be pretty overwhelming, but I can't be more excited!
And yet, when I'm thinking about the Holy Land, I pause. I'm not sure what it will hold for me. It's one of those unique places that is shared in a way where everyone still feels a personal connection and significance. But most people go there because they already have had that connection. I'm wondering what significance Jerusalem will hold for me.
Wish me luck with my travels (I'm going away on Friday the 13th, and incidentally there will also be a full moon) - I might just need some luck!
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