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In the spring of 1982 I came home from Youth group
and told my parents that if I put in 60 hours of work it would only cost $200.00 for me to go to Israel that summer.
I was 15 and determined to be baptized in the Jordan River.
(As one who hadn’t ever been baptized why wouldn’t I strive to be baptized in “The” river?)
I was told that they would need some time to talk about it. A few days later my mother told me that with everything going on over there ("scary stuff") the answer was originally going to be “No” however one doesn’t know what will happen in life from minute to minute, I could step in the street and get hit by a bus; so the answer was now “Yes”.
I was the first person in the group to put in my 60 hours of volunteer work plus I babysat in order to earn the $200.00 so my parents would not have to put anything toward the trip. (My parents still gave me the $200.00 for spending money)
Sure our cars were being inspected with mirrors and by hand upon entering the military bases, the IRA was running rampant, the Falkland’s War was happening, Israelis were fighting with the Lebanese and Palestinians but why should my parents be concerned for my safety? They were but they also wanted to be sure that I could experience all that life had to offer me. (Plus, they probably did not want to have to deal with an upset teenager once the group had returned and nothing had befallen them.)
To this day, I believe that we all die on time. If it is my time then death will find me, whether I am lying in my bed or in a mall or on an airplane or in Paris or Brussels.
"I do not fear death, I fear living life like I am dying." ~MD