By John Pierce
When our daughter was playing in a softball league several years ago, another dad asked me out of the blue: “You ever been to the Holy Land?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“How long did it take to get there?”
“Oh, about 10 hours, I believe. And that was leaving from New York.”
A puzzled look came over his face. “From New York…?”
Soon I discovered he was asking me about a theme park in Orlando — a drive of less than six hours from the middle of Georgia. I tried not to laugh at the confusion until driving away after the game.
Recently I’d recalled that episode when my daughter, some five years later, went on a group trip to Orlando and the Holy Land Experience was on their itinerary.
A few days before leaving, she said one of the chaperones told her that the food there was really good. I began to imagine some of Israel’s delights — flavored by olives and wonderful cheeses.
“Yes,” she added. “He really likes the Goliath Burger.”
Just like in Jerusalem. Just like Jesus ate.
Executive editor / publisher at Good Faith Media.