Emphasis Preaching Journal

My first prayer was about Jerusalem. The first lullaby my mother used to sing me was about Jerusalem. I knew Jerusalem, the word "Jerusalem," before I knew the name of my hometown. I knew the streets of Jerusalem, the houses of Jerusalem, before I was there. Because somehow Jerusalem was the center of our dream, the center of our aspirations, the center of our hope. It's Jerusalem, the city of peace. The first male was David, King David of Jerusalem, and when I came to Jerusalem for the first time, I had the feeling it wasn't the first time, I'd been there before.