My dad and I had the privilege to be part of training several Iraqi pastors a number of years ago. For over a week we taught a group of men in Ammon, Jordan who were going back to Baghdad to start Baptist churches. It was an exciting work in a needy place.
Near the end of our trip, the Jordanian pastor who had hosted us announced that he wanted to show us a few things before leaving his country. Driving his old Mercedes about 100 mph through the desert, he gave us the quick tour of some of Jordan’s biblical sites. We saw bedouin people living in the same wilderness through which the children of Israel had passed.
It was an adventure to hike into the rock city of Petra. So much history! The book of Obadiah suddenly came alive to me. (Yes, it is also the sight of the…
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