Today was the Sabbath at the Tiberius Branch. We had an awesome day, aside from the fact that everyone started getting sick and I had cramps and thought I was starting to get sick too... (Too much information?)
Anyway. We went to sacrament at the Tiberius branch and got to sit and look over the Sea of Galilee and think about the Savior's life while we had sacrament. They have four different languages spoken in that Branch. I think it's Hebrew, English, Russian, and Spanish. So they have four different hymn number plates on the wall because the hymn numbers are different for all the same hymn, just in different languages. It was sweet.
These first three are the view from the Tiberius Branch balcony. How beautiful!
The Sacrament room. You can see the four hymn-plates on the wall.
It was a beautiful building. Apparently they converted an apartment for the Senior Missionary Couple in the Tiberius branch to be able to have sacrament there when they got approval. It's really great!
Brother Manscill and me, Megan Richards, Lauren Magleby, Jane Nelson, Michele Christensen, Adri Browning, Kelsey Barrett, and Hailey McKee on the balcony just outside the Sacrament room.
After sacrament we went to a Jordan River Baptismal Site, and watched people baptize themselves. They wore these long white gowns...some with nothing underneath. And they were very see-through. Some of us were scarred because we looked at the wrong place, just at the wrong time. But, overall, it was really sweet. They had these big writings from the scriptures on the walls, in tons and tons of different languages.
Behold the Jordan River. This is probably more close to the spot where they took the picture for the Scriptures than the other Jordan River site we visited, where the water was brown.
People in white. Don't worry, this is pre-dunk, so they aren't see-through yet.
Spanish :)
Then we had lunch back at the Kibbutz, and free time. I took a nap. We were getting up at 6 or earlier every morning trying to squeeze everything in, so I was exhausted.
That night we had an amazing fireside that was centered on Christ. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. Sister Madsen, Truman G. Madsen's wife, spoke for a little while, then testimonies and President Madsen, from the Tiberius Branch spoke. It was super charged with the spirit. Lizzie Jenson also sang an amazing song called "His Hands" or something like that. I've never forgotten how it made me feel.
One person's testimony stuck out to me. He talked about how developing a testimony, for him, wasn't like turning on a bright light, but more like lighting individual candles, one at a time, until his testimony was a bright, shining light. I feel like that with my testimony, and I know that it takes work, not only to keep lighting candles, but to keep the candles from going out. Testimonies don't keep. Shelf life is short, so we have to keep working on them.
After the fireside we went down and sat on the shores of Galilee, in the dark, and looked across the lake at Tiberius, and looked for shooting stars. I love Galilee. I miss it so badly.
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