Earlier this year our pilgrims found themselves waiting on the edge of the highway from Jericho to Jerusalem. Our bus had broken down. We were on our way back to the College after a tiring day in the Jordan River Valley when the driver pulled over at the insistent sound of an alarm. The news was not good. Waiting for the replacement bus, we got out to stretch our legs and lifted our eyes westward to the Judean Hills. Just then the winter clouds became flame above the dusk of the desert floor. Later we reflected on this beauty and how glad we were that a broken down bus had given us a heavenly gift. “I up my eyes to the hills; from where is my help to come? My help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth” (Psalm 121:7). Our world feels like it is at its lowest point in these days of pandemic, natural disaster, and war. We rest at the side of the road, in need of rescue. From where is our help to come? The psalm reassures us that God keeps us. We raise our eyes, praying for light to infuse our tired souls and heal our world.