Western Wall

One of my greatest experiences here has been a day where we walked down to the Western (or wailing wall) to observe the Jews welcome in the Sabbath. For them the Sabbath is a "delight" (Isaiah 48) and they celebrate God with so much devotion and with their whole souls and yet always with respect and reverence. Because of the Jewish laws and customs, unfortunately I was not able to take any personal pictures, but I hope that I can describe it properly to give the experience justice. Many people came to pray and they would rock with their whole bodies they felt their prayer so much. One girl was whispering into the crevices of the rocks and others stuffed written in the cracks. Many were reading and reciting from the Torah and others were clapping, singing and dancing. I went right down with them and sang (I made up my own words) and danced amongst them, but my favorite part was just observing. I found a spot on a bench right along the divide between the men and women so I could see both congregations and I just watched. I loved watching them.