Connections

Wayne, NE    Here's a news flash:  Being an "Armchair Archaeologist" is hard!!  No, I'm not covered with dirt and sweat, and no, I don't get up every morning at 4:00 am (it's 5:45 for me), and no, I don't even do any pottery cleaning, just the supper dishes are challenging enough for me.  What is hard is trying to make insightful comments about what the group of "real" archaeologists are doing.  The participants who are blogging from the kibbutz are doing an extraordinary job of describing what is going on up at the dig, or at the kibbutz, or even on their weekend tours, that my meager attempts to add something meaningful kind of fall flat.  Sorry, Dr. Schuler. 

There is one thing that I'd like to emphasize, even though it's already been touched upon by Andrea in her latest blog, and that is the connection that I, sitting here at my home computer in Wayne Nebraska share with those over at the kibbutz, and also with those volunteers who've already returned to their homes, even though I never even met some of them.  That connection is the one we share also with those ancients who built the church that we humbly call "our little Northeast Church" and who worshiped there, and even those revered souls who have their final resting place within the walls of our little church: the bond we all share by our belief in the Lord Jesus.  Distance, circumstance, and even time are all transcended by the faith we share in the true God.  Through that faith, we are all connected to each other--ancient ones to current diggers, current diggers to those who've gone back home, those who've gone back home to those who weren't even a part of the dig this year in any way but the most peripheral--we are all one in the Lord.  THAT, my friends, is the most incredible of all connections.