In the one place, I felt dirty and like there was nothing but idol worship going on. At Calvary, I felt the Holy Spirit from the moment I went inside the park. I wept like I hadn't in years, as I looked at the skull in the side of the mountain. I could imagine the Lamb of God being slain from the foundation of the world on that very hillside. I then went into the Garden Tomb. Of course, it's empty! The sign erected on the door as you leave states boldly, "He is not here. He is risen as He said!" HALLELUJAH! When I came out, I heard some people from Africa singing "He is Lord" in swahili or something. I wept again. If they hadn't had a remain quiet rule, I'd probably have taken off on an old fashioned running or shouting spell!
The main thing friends is not even where He was crucified and arose, but that He has been crucified and IS Risen! We serve a living Savior! Praise God! Rejoice in that fact today! See you Sunday! Now, I'm Going Home, b/c there's no place like it! See ya soon!