We dismounted our camels. Our guide Danny said the story goes that when God had created all of the animals, he had a pile of spare parts left over so he put them all together and made the camel. That would explain a lot! They sure did look and feel like an ungainly hodge-podgy creature, with the exception of their oddly long, glamorous eye lashes.
The Judean desert was left behind us as we drove towards the place we would be staying for the remainder of our time in Israel; the centre of strife throughout history; the scene of the most significant events in the Jewish and Christian faiths, and the place of our imaginations and dreams--Jerusalem.
As we drove towards it my anticipation grew. It felt like the ultimate in "Are we there yet?" moments. The bus grew quieter, I think we all felt the same deep emotions, but for each of us there were no words...
Pastor Dave stood up and announced that we were about to enter the tunnel that would lead us into the city. Music began to play; the song, The Holy City, famously sung by Harry Secomb.
My heart felt as though it would burst with the emotions that welled up. As Jesus did two thousand years ago as he looked down on the city, I wept as we entered Jersualem.