By Ken Yoder Reed
A group of American tourists visit
the Holy Land and compete with each other
to win the big prize—a free trip. The
challenge-- tell the best story!
Who on the Trip. A sampling of the Tour members,
who each tell their stories to win that big
prize to be awarded on our last night.
Vladdy. That’s me. Your host
of For Zion’s Sake, a daily one-hour
radio show that brings you God’s News
behind the news. Prophecy is being fulfilled
on the streets of the Holy Land right now!
Jesus is coming soon! God’s chosen people,
the Jews, play the lead role! I’m just
an ex-hippie who loves the Messiah and his
people, the Jews.
Eli Bloom. You won’t believe
this guy—he’s Israel’s top
counter-terrorist. He’s a Jew-Jew, I
mean he practices, wears his yarmulke, eats
kosher, celebrates the festivals. And conceal
carries. I admire this guy so much. I just
can’t believe I landed him as my tour
Babe, RosaSharon. I don’t remember
names, most of the time. So fifteen tours
ago I took to attaching nicknames to people.
If you met her, you’d know why The Babe
fits. If I say tan hot-pants and a pomegranate
colored blouse that gaps open inappropriately,
does that help?
Alemu or Mother Mary, as I call her
because she fled for her life with her babe,
like Mary the Holy Mother. Saba’s Ethiopian.
The Ethiopians pronounce Saba when they refer
to Sheba, like the Queen of Sheba, she says.
the Librarian. I considered her a
wallflower until we came out of Yad Vashem
and she revealed she’d spent three years
in Holland, working at the Corrie ten Boom
Museum and she’d published a book on
Corrie. If any story says ‘Christians
standing up for Jews’, it’s this
Priscilla, aka Snoopy Cap.
You’ll wonder, like I did, why a middle-aged
white woman would wear a Snoopy Cap with ear
flaps, which she lowers like storm windows
when a draft comes down the gallery of a cathedral
Krakow. Damn straight he’s
not a Tour member. You wouldn’t catch
him associating with the Christian Zionists
because they prop up Occupied Palestine, he
says. Yet I can’t ignore Jacob. He’s
my son. It grieves me we haven’t talked
for three years. Then I receive this text
the third day of our tour. He’s in Occupied
Palestine, he says, for three weeks. Do I
want to meet up for coffee?