Walking in the Footsteps of Christ

My professor told me an awesome story here on the steps of the temple.  This is it.  I found it online.  

This is a paragraph from Thomas Friedman’s book From Beirut to Jerusalem and only seems appropriate given the news of Neil Armstrong’s passing (h/t Stephanie Butnick):

When American astronaut Neil Armstrong, a devout Christian, visited Israel after his trip to the moon, he was taken on a tour of the Old City of Jerusalem by Israeli archaeologist Meir Ben-Dov. When they got to the Hulda Gate, which is at the top of the stairs leading to the Temple Mount, Armstrong asked Ben-Dov whether Jesus had stepped anywhere around there.

“I told him, ‘Look, Jesus was a Jew,’” recalled Ben-Dov.
“These are the steps that lead to the Temple, so he must have walked here many times.”

Armstrong then asked if these were the original steps, and Ben-Dov confirmed that they were.

“So Jesus stepped right here?” asked Armstrong.
“That’s right,” answered Ben-Dov.
“I have to tell you,” Armstrong said to the Israeli archaeologist, “I am more excited stepping on these stones than I was stepping on the moon.”

This is how I felt on these steps.  Jesus walked here.  So did I.  There was nothing more that I wanted to do in life then keep on walking where Jesus walks, doing what he would do, saying what he would say, loving like he loves.  That is one this Jerusalem really did for me.  Being in such a holy place constantly filled me with desires to be better.  Desires to grow closer to Christ.  I hope I can keep that flame of desire in my heart for the rest of my life.