My thoughts in contemplating my trip to Jerusalem were varied. I had spoken with numerous students about their experiences in Jerusalem, yet I was never quite capable of grasping an idea of what it would be like to enter the Holy Land. I had been told that it is desert kind of like Utah and Wyoming. I imagined little vegetation and thriving desert. My mind wanted to grasp every ounce of information I could, and if you know me, I am just as interested in the contemporary events in Israel as with the historical. I never realized how distant my vision was from the reality.
We flew from the Salt Lake City airport to JFK airport. The JFK airport is old and next May they will be demolishing at least one entire terminal after they complete construction on an existing one. I thought that was impressive until I entered the Tel Aviv airport fifteen hours later. In the Tel Aviv airport I walked into an impressive, glass decorated structure filled with gardens and spacious walkways. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the sight. On the forty-five minute bus drive to the city of Jerusalem I was again amazed at the verdant beauty of the land. I imagined brown desert with little vegetation, but what I was seeing was an impressive array of trees and green farmland filling the land of Canaan.
Not only was I impressed with the state of the vegetation, but the construction that is being done in the area took me by great surprise. The last few years, the states have been deadened by the recession, and I have not seen many large construction projects for years. The entire trip from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem I looked upon many construction sites. To give you the best image though, I will describe what I see happening in west Jerusalem, with having been here for merely four days. There is a brand new light rail system in Jerusalem that opened about three months ago. This is a strong sign of economic development in the area. What surprised me more than this was my view of the city of Jerusalem from the Jerusalem Center. As I look upon the city I look westward on the old and into the first part of West Jerusalem up a hill. After the hill the city recedes again from my view and much of the city is left unseen. Still, I look and I see over a dozen large cranes filling that part of West Jerusalem. These cranes are built over small skyscrapers, each one of them signaling to me that there is a large construction project in that area. I have never seen anything like it in all of my life. Every time I look at it, I think, "The land is again becoming fruitful. I am watching the fulfillment of prophecies both ancient and modern."
I have much to learn about this area, and I have seen very little, but I do see the land, economically and agriculturally, becoming fruitful, but I have had little opportunity to visit with the people and I cannot say much yet about the situation among them. I am uneducated and hope to learn more about the circumstances they face. If I spoke now on the matter I would speak too quickly. What I do see are many good families trying to support their children. Nassif, one of the security workers here, told me that in his estimation an average family has about four to five children. He was not surprised that I have eleven brothers and sisters. He acknowledged that it was large, but he said that there are large families here in Israel. He said his Dad comes from a large family.
I know that this will be a great growing experience for me. In fact, before I finish this blog I must write one more story. We are not to talk about any church doctrines or beliefs while we are here, for good reason. In the airport before we can leave the airport they screen every person individually. I walked up with my passport in hand to an Israeli in a booth, I believe from his accent he was of Jewish decent. I handed him my passport, he looked at it and then asked me my name. I told him confidently, "Kyler Harmon."
"Alma?" He responded.
"Yes, Kyler Alma Harmon," I knew my name, oh wait, he recognizes that Alma is unusual I thought.
"Where does Alma come from?"
"My Father. It's my Father's name." Where does Alma come from? I'd like to tell him, but I can't. I imagined explaining to him how Alma was a great prophet many years ago who read extensively from the Torah and taught the things Moses taught. Haha, what a humorous thing to happen right as I enter Israel. Have a golden opportunity to introduce somebody to the Book of Mormon and I can't. What a great experience! He inquired further where the name Alma comes from. I raced in my mind to give him a decent answer that would help him and not leave me in a mess. "It's a religious name." A few moments passed by.
"Are you Christian?"
"Yes, I am." He must know that the name Alma is Hebraic. Of course he does. I wonder what he's thinking. He probably thinks it quite the oddity that I'm a Christian with such a Hebraic name. He inquired further. "The name is in our scriptures that we use." What was I to do? I would love to tell him about The Book of Mormon, but I can't. Finally he let me through, and I would now enter the land of my fathers.