Mt. Nebo and communion of care

My journel entry for Mt. Nebo and the Jordan River.

I stood on Mt Nebo and was invited to join a group of English folks to communion. It turned out to be the Vicker of Canteberry. He was a kind man and welcomed me to his group. I had communion on Mt. Nebo..who does that?

I had been enjoying my place on some rocks journaling when a man began to seranade me with his flute. A pied piper of souls. He waived me to join him in their tent overlooking the promised land.
I did, Lord, I was touched and deeply moved. They were so kind and I loved singing with them. Greatfully we didnt discuss Politics, we did exchange emails.

The Vicker asked that I send him my notes on my talk, we discussed Ephesions in some detail. God, seriously...communion with the Vicker of Canteberry..You make me laugh. Oh, I met a lovely English gentleman and his wife whom may visit Phoenix this winter.

Onto the Jordan river, God, I stood on Mt. Nebo!
I know you saw me there I had communion with you.

Well, I sat near the waters edge of the Jordan river and we each placed our feet into the water.
We were in the place where Christ was to have been babtized.
I had my feet in the water when a great dark cloud came by. It covered the sun and then a portion of the cloud opened up so that I could see the sun in the reflection of the water peering over us through the hole in the cloud. It was a unbelievable moment. The water had glistening lights in the spot where the sun was shone through the clouds. The other gals were talking I was in my own world with the Lord.

I quietly tapped my friend on the shoulder, do you see that...she did.

you spoil me Lord....