Only the retaining wall was left after the Romans destroyed the Temple… and thus the HOLY OF HOLIES was also destroyed.
The part of the retaining wall that would have been closest to the HOLY OF HOLIES is the Western Wall… Hence, it’s religious significance.
What I was not ready for was the security checkpoints that scared the beauty of the panorama before me and the guards with machine guns dotted here and there, keeping an ever watchful eye! Looking beyond the security I could see where I had a date with God… where God would touch my heart like He had never done before!
The wall was huge… stories high.. and just like most of the city, the color of sand. In the summer all of Israel seemed to be the color of sand! The wall was made from of huge hewn blocks of stone tightly stacked on top of one another. It surely was a mighty retaining wall! Our group spent time taking pictures and excitedly talking in hushed tones about being in the old city… still quite unbelievable!
We were everyday people who had become willing yet rather unlikely scholars of this beautiful land and God’s inspired Word.
For tonight all I could do was look at the Western Wall.. but tomorrow… that would be the day!
Women on either side of me were praying. Some bobbing their scarf covered heads back and forth, some stuffing their written prayers into the cracks in the Wall too, and some standing as still as the stones themselves. It was not as quiet as I thought it would be. Not that it was loud… but there was a dull hum of whispering and what I thought must be praying.
I kept praying… waiting for God to fill me with His presence. To make my face shine like Moses… to hear His audible voice like the prophets… to be touched like Jesus touched the lepers!
Time got lost in prayer. Time, what was time in the presence of the great One who created it?
Men’s area of the Western Wall…
Women’s area of the Western Wall…