One of my favorite spots in Israel is Mt Tabor, the scene of the transfiguration of Christ. The road up to the church is narrow and full of switchbacks. Many of the passengers on the bus were unnerved by the precarious road as we weaved our way to the summit. You could see the difficulty of climbing the mountain and imagine the thoughts going through the minds of Peter, James and John. Why are you taking us here?
But they needed it; they needed strength for the difficulties ahead. They needed to see a vision of the glorified Jesus; to not give up hope in the future.
The first church was built during the Crusader period and the ruins are still present.
It was replaced by a beautiful church with a stunning view of the valley below, the Plains of Jezreel/Armageddon.
When I pray and imagine being on the mountain top with the resurrection cross of Jesus, this is where I go.