Alright Cairo, here we go again. I'm back in my favorite place in the whole world, prepping for a week of ministry in Iraq. The realization of how crazy I am hasn't set in yet, so I'm living the Egypt life, riding camels, conferencing it up, praying, praying, praying.
If there's one thing that's evident about Egypt, it's the overwhelming feeling of how much God loves the people here. I love this part of the world because in a way, it's almost "the beating heart" of Christianity. It makes Jesus more real when you walk where He's walked, and you can see the footsteps of how the church started and grew. For me, the Bible becomes easier to understand when I get more of a taste of Middle Eastern culture. In America, we live in a guilt vs. innocence culture. The Middle East has an honor vs. shame culture, which is also something we see in the Bible. Also, I feel like heaven should be filled with camel rides and Egyptian bread if that's not already on the eternal schedule. Just a few of my deep and profound theological thoughts.
On this episode of Carl goes Egypt, basically all of my childhood dreams came true. After our conference, we had a day or two to spend touring the city, and we went to Memphis, the step pyramids, Old Cairo, Giza, the Cairo Museum, and the highlight of my life, I went into a tomb. DOWN A LADDER INTO A TOMB, PEOPLE.
The nine-year old nerd inside of my heart that wants to be the Jesus-loving, woman version of Indiana Jones and National Treasure was losing it.