Siera's Belief Reflection Sketch

My eyes were still heavy, but at least my bladder wasn’t full. The sun continued to beat hard upon us, but at this point I was a pro at being wet. I wandered away for the sea of Galilee and back over to the pile of rocks under the sanctuary that looked more like a beetle than a church.  The white stones stained brown from being covered for centuries, made an almost perfect hexagon within another hexagon. The walls now only stood two feet tall, but I tried to imagine them in their former glory as strong supports for a humble home.

The stones in the smaller hexagon kind of reminded me of benches, angled as though the main event was in the middle of the room. I remember something that Dr. Skinner said in one of my more awake moments, “Peter’s house was probably one of the first meeting houses at the early church.”

In my mind’s eye I saw people crowded with in this small polygon, hugging each other, talking with each other, and being taught the word by the Savior. The intimacy of the moment was almost tangible. I could feel the brotherhood, it was a glow and a warmth that was much different than the sun on my back. I continued my journey, following them through a part of the black stone town reaching to that first century synagogue.