Along the way I learned that the area we were treading was near the place where the Gadarenes lived, and where that pitiful man, (probably more than one) the demoniac, dwelled among the tombs, and where Jesus healed him, and the devils that had possessed him sprang into a herd of swine, which then ran into the sea and were drowned. The keepers of the pigs were scared out of their wits as they spread the tale about the countryside. What a beautiful story, for Mark 5, verse 15 reads thus: “And they come to Jesus, and see him that was possessed with the devil, and had the legion, sitting, and clothed, and in his right mind . . .” What a sad story, though, for verse 17 tells that the people responded by urging Jesus to leave their countryside. Strange. I guess the pig meat was more important to them than the healing of their friend.
In the museum sat an ancient boat that had been excavated and restored as much as possible. The boat was of the style and age that was used when Jesus sailed with His disciples on the Sea of Galilee. I stared, and tried to imagine the eternal God during those years when He became a man. When He was hungry and tired and when He fished with Peter and John. Amazing.
The countryside is quite lacking in quaint beauty or majestic scenery or abundant flora and fauna. Israel is a simple place, but to this day, the eyes of the world focus there. All because of Jesus Christ, the righteous.