On our piano, we have a four generation picture. Now only two generations are left. Sorrow mixes with joy when I look at that picture. When I look at the picture of my oldest son, my father, and me, I remember the happiness when we were all together. But I also remember that now we are not.
Yesterday mixes with today.
The old also mixed with the new during my studies in Israel. I saw the old, preserved and honoured. Yet the stark reality of today was apparent. From where our group stayed on the Mount of Olives we could walk to Bethany and visit the Garden of Mary and Martha. We could enter the tomb of Lazarus.