When we pulled into the city limits of Jerusalem, the sun had set, but lights blazed from everywhere. There were still people on bicycles, families in the street, laughter, and chatter everywhere. The bus deposited us close to King David's tower. So, we lugged our suitcases up the stairs to the Old City's Jaffa Gate and across the cobblestone road to the Gloria Hotel, which had a sweet, garden-like courtyard and a beautiful dining room. I found my room, which overlooked David's Tower and the cobblestone street below. I couldn't believe where I was…

They say that writers have tortured souls. And they may be right.

The nation of Israel had been waiting for hundreds, even thousands of years for the Anointed One (Messiah) who would come and deliver them. They had been exiled as a nation… thrown into slavery… watched as their temple was demolished and decimated… and yet still- they hoped and prayed for the day when the Messiah would come to save them. That to them- was the Good News.