Saturday was a lovely, warm, sunny day. We walked into town in shirtsleeves. It was very pleasant. We did our usual shopping for groceries, fruit, vegetables, whatever. We enjoyed sitting in the square under an olive tree watching people go by. Then we got a taxi home.
Our friend Afif came for us for lunch at his house, where we enjoyed a fish dinner with his oldest son, daughter in law, and their children. It was a very nice afternoon.
Sunday morning we went to a church nearby where our friend is the pastor. After that we went with him to visit a widow from his church whose husband just died about a month ago, to take her some food.
Then we drove to Acco, on the sea, (biblical Ptolemais) and ate lunch, then took a walk along the seashore and the Med looked rather stormy. The interesting thing about walking along the seashore was that we came across an ancient anchor made of marble, that was set up as sort of a monument. It dated back to the time of Abraham.
From there we drove to a village back off the beaten path to visit the family of our friend's son's fiance. They were not expecting us, but they could not have been more hospitable and acted like we were long lost friends or relatives. Food appeared on the table and drinks, which is typical of Arab hospitality. We couldn't stay there long, about 45 minutes and on the way out they gave us lemons from the tree that Morag had been lusting after. As we were pulling out our hostess told us to wait a minute while she ran back into the house to get us some home-made pita out of the freezer that was baked the day before.
Of course we were late for church in Cana Sunday night, but not too late for the dinner afterwards; a big dinner for 16 people, delicious. We were still eating at ten o'clock at night. We always have such a great time with this family.
Of course we arrived at home tired, but too wound up to go to sleep immediately. As you can see, we are really suffering for Jesus in Israel.
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