Well, after much travel, no real adventures, but a lot of territory covered and time killed, we arrived in Greece!
We left Atlanta around 9:15 Thursday night, bound for Paris. An 8.5 hour flight with quite a bit of turbulence allowed a little bit (and I mean LITTLE) of sleep; the couple in the seats behind us singing “O Tannenbaum” (yes, I’m serious) did not help. But a bit of sleep, and we landed in Paris around 11:00 am. For the record, the Paris airport is not the easiest to navigate, but our hardy gang managed to get through alright, and find our departure gate, where we proceeded to kill the next six hours. Our attempt to buy a one-day pass to the Delta/Air France lounge was not successful, so it was shared space with the mass of humanity.
We boarded our next flight, and landed in Athens around 11:00 pm this time, and since we had passed into the EU in Paris, and had our passport stamped, all we had to do was collect luggage and meet our wonderful hostess Caterina. She and Niko, our driver, got us to the delightful Royal Olympic Hotel, right next to the Temple of Zeus, and we crashed after 1:00 am.
Fortunately we slept in, ate a late breakfast, and met Maria, our guide for the Greek leg of our trip, and headed out midmorning. A lunch stop, followed by another stop for some majestic views and pictures, and we moved on to our stop for the night, Delphi.
Delphi is known to Greeks as the “center of the universe,” because this is where the Greek god Apollo chose for his temple. Fascinating archaeological ruins are here, that for years (centuries?) were buried under landslides and had homes built on top of them until they were discovered and unearthed. Interestingly, here (as in other locations around the country), people would come to ask a question of the oracle, a woman kept in a trance and under the spell of “vapors” (since discovered to be underground streams heated by volcanic heat, now dormant), who would usually give a vague, ambiguous answer to your question. But people, desperate for direction, would travel to see the oracle, make lavish gifts, and produce a sacrifice, in the hopes of hearing direction.
Tomorrow we will visit the monasteries at Meteora, where (I hope) clearer answers to the questions of life are found!
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A few years ago, I was privileged to lead a gaggle of Presbyterians on a “Presbyterian Heritage Tour of Scotland.” It was an incredible trip on which we forged lifelong relationships, met the most incredible guide ever (to date), and were privileged to see the “Mother country.”

And now it’s time again. It’s almost takeoff time for Sacred Journey, a venture travelling through Greece and Turkey, stopping at sacred sites where the Apostle Paul started churches, accomplished great things for God, and cities (now archaeological sites) where some of the letters to the seven churches in the Revelation (that’s singular, Revelation, not plural, “Revelations”) were sent–as well as the island of Patmos, where John received the Revelation.

The intent here is to let this be a pilgrimage–the crowd that is going has spent a number of weeks reading, doing Bible study in the book of Acts and Paul’s letters (as well as the Revelation), so while we are going to see great sites (and not all biblical), we have done the hard work of preparing our souls to be shaped by God. Along the way, while on the trip, we’ll continue to read and discuss Scripture, and the impact we may experience being in the places where Paul preached, was stoned, jailed, worked miracles, wrote letters, and simply spent time with people.

So stay tuned to this site–Lord willing, I’ll be making posts along the way to let folks know where we are, what we have seen, and what we are up to!

And for the record, hopefully this “Sacred Journey” will continue in another year in Rome–where I have a friend who is a Priest in the Vatican!