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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.

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