Travelogue, Trip Summary: Part 1 of 2

Pastor Rigsby regularly quotes Charles Lee Feinberg, the founding dean at Talbot Seminary, who said, “you can cover any amount of material you want, as long as you are willing to leave out enough.” What follows is my feeble attempt to write what I wanted to say when we returned from Turkey, Greece, and Rome. Unfortunately, I have not perfected “leaving out enough,” because this Summary will come to you in two parts.

28-29 Half past six—everyone expected for Talbot Bible Lands’ LAX departure was present this unusually warm December 28th. Our flight included a brief layover in London. While British Air masterfully transferred the passengers, our luggage remained.

30 The lack of fresh clothing was easily ignored because we were in the only city in the world that straddles two continents, Istanbul. After exploring the Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque, and the Archaeological Museum we were headed to the airport for a short flight to Adana.

31 On the last day of 2006 we visited the quaint little town of Antakya (Antioch-on-the-Orontes in the Bible is home to one of the earliest churches outside of Jerusalem). We saw typical mosaic floors from first century houses in the area. The Seleucia Pieria harbor is where Barnabas and Paul set sail for Cyprus.

1 The next morning we returned to Paul’s hometown, Tarsus, then ascended through the mountain pass known as the Cilician Gates where he walked into the interior regions of Biblical Galatia. Near sunset we climbed the tel at Lystra, Timothy’s hometown.

2 Pisidian Antioch was our first full-scale archaeological stop, where we walked among the ruins (including a synagogue) and viewed the museum displays.

3 We needed a good night’s rest in Antalya because the plan for the next day was Perge (larger than life statues in the museum and the colonnaded street where the statues once stood), Aspendos (best preserved Roman theater with a “skene”), and Side (a reconstructed Roman bath).

4 We packed our bus for today’s long ride, a perfect day for rain. But first we stopped at “Paul’s Place,” a coffee shop where the proprietors talk with their guests about Jesus Christ. On the road, rain turned to snow. There was more than enough at the summit for a snowball fight! By that evening, those thermal pools at our hotel in Pammukle were even more inviting.

5 Another adventurous day found us first at Hieropolis in the necropolis (ancient cemetery) and the travertines (unusual cascading formations created from hardened calcium deposits). Laodicaea’s clogged terracotta pipes are featured prominently. There is a cold-water stream near the tel at ancient Colossae.

6 A promised “surprise stop” included Magnesia and Starbucks. The account of Paul meeting the Ephesian elders at Miletus was read in the theater. The Oraclur Temple at Didyma was rebuilt by Alexander the Great. On the terraced hillside of ancient Priene we learned about the bouleterion and watched the sun set.

7 One highlight after an entire day in Ephesus is the massive theater. The terrace houses gave us a glimpse of how and where the church would have met. The Temple of Artemis (Diana) was one of the ten “Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.” The foundation of the third century Basilica of St. John remains and his burial under the altar is identified.

8 Moving on to Izmir, we walked through the remains of the commercial agora then had a free afternoon. Some took the ferry while others shopped. In the evening we met with a pastor who talked about the state of the church in Turkey today. It is estimated that 5000 of Turkey’s 72 million citizens know the saving grace of Jesus Christ.

9 Next to the synagogue remains in Sardis is the reconstructed gymnasium façade in what is now an open field. By contrast, the remains at ancient Philadelphia are best viewed from atop a hill.

10 Ancient Thyatira is completely surrounded by the modern city, covering about one square city block. At Pergamum we learned a little about ancient healing practices in the ascleipius.

11 Our last full day in Turkey we hiked through Assos to the harbor where Paul would have set sail to Macedonia. But it was at Troas where Paul saw in a vision the man calling for help. Troy was at one time believed to be mythical, but Heinrich Schiliemann’s excavation proved Homer’s account in the Illiad to be accurate (which set in motion most modern archaeology).

Excuse of the Week

I thought about beginning a category called “Excuse of the Week,” to see how creative I could be at making excuses why something did or didn’t come together as I may or may not have wanted. Before I decided against beginning this exclusive category I tried my hand at the following.

“I want to tell you that I really did spend a few hours studying this week about the church of Ephesus, so that I might (somewhat) intelligently (?) write about our day there. Does it make a difference to you that you will probably never read the three lines I have already written, by the time I get it done? (I didn’t think it would).

“However, there is this growing pressure to finish the DVD and…I don’t know why I can’t seem to manage both. In addition, everyone at the church wants to see slides, so they keep telling me. I did manage to pick a tentative date, April 22 (we’ll see how long that lasts). And the Bible Lands report at Talbot’s chapel is in the middle of April (the 17th to be exact). Yicks!

“Double Yicks! That is only one day after that Tax deadline thing (since the 15th is on a Sunday, our benevolent leaders extend the deadline by one day—now doesn’t that make you feel good?).

“Are you trying to tell me that Resurrection Sunday is only two weeks away—on April 8th?

“Come to think about it, every Sunday is a reminder of Jesus Christ’s resurrection—proof that God the Father accepted God the Son’s death as payment-in-full for man’s sin. Jesus willingly exchanged his perfect-sinless life for our rancid, sin-full, wretched, selfish lives. That certainly doesn’t seem to be an even trade! In dying, he substituted our ‘as filthy rags righteousness’ with his righteousness imputed to those who come to him in faith.

“The early Christians were confident of what they knew to be true and joyfully greeted one another, ‘he is risen!’ And though the sands of millennia have passed through the hourglass of time, we who are just as confident in Jesus Christ’s finished work of redemption still echo, ‘he is risen, indeed!’”

What did I learn? On the one hand, I’m horrible at making excuses. On the other hand, I’m really good at making lame excuses. Thinking about the resurrection, Jesus Christ’s work makes all excuses for not believing that his dying and rising from the dead is more than adequate to save us appear feeble, at best, don’t they?

I bear in my body the marks

From henceforth let no man trouble me: for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus. —Galatians 6:17

I’m not sure why this verse popped into my head when I cut my finger today. It wasn’t even a serious cut. Although, like anything else in life, I suppose it could have been worse. But the 5 kids (9 years old and younger) who were watching me eeked at the site of my blood. One of the girls ran and got her father, a medical doctor.

He ran like an E.M.T. with supplies in hand. Whatever happend to those black bags? In his arms was a quart of rubbing alcohol, several (unbreakable) emergency vials of that orange messy stuff they use to kill whatever the alcohol doesn’t, gauze for wiping off the orange stuff (rubbing alcohol is clear, you know), and a boat-load of bandages. Well, some of the supplies were improvised. Like those plastic food service gloves (instead of the full-fledged hospital syntheitc rubber issue). I doubt that the good doctor had scrubbed, either. The doctor did everything else according to the book and had an audience of squeamish on-lookers (no, not me).

I had just retrieved three balls from under the little house, then rescued one of those same balls from off the roof (and found a scooter up there, too, must be something God didn’t want). We had a huge piece of cardboard ready for the trash and I had the bright idea to cut a piece to cover the crawl hole of the little house so these balls would cease finding refuge in that dark and dusty place.

I knew I had a utility knife in my vast collection of tools. But apparently that knife had the day off. So I improvised. I found one of those paint scraper knives. You know, the kind that uses a straight edge blade? I even told myself, “Be careful, this knife is not made for this kind of&helliip;ouch…I can’t believe I just cut my finger!”

What happened next is a blur, it all occurred so fast. From my audience there were quick shrill screams. Running, A cry for help, and oh yeah, and I had a verse of Scripture pop into my head, erroneously interpreted and mis-applied.

I realize that Paul and I do not share the same degree of “marks” on our bodies. Nor am I asking the Lord to allow me to experience his (or even His) same level of suffering just for the sake of comparison. I would hope that if Christ allows that kind of angst, there would be some greater purpose behind it (even if like Job I didn’t know what that purpose was).

After a few tense moments,
my finger was bandaged,
the kids were noisily playing again,
the crawl hole was covered,
and the doctor said there was no charge.