“You've been to Haran, right Dad?”
My son was about ten. We were in church during a sermon on Genesis 12 when he leaned over and whispered it. Not really a question, more a thing he already knew. I had been. And I understood something I hadn't been able to say before: for my children, the Bible has never been a book of ideas. It's about places their father has walked.
A few months later I stood in Haran myself, under that enormous sky, with a group of interns, talking about a promise made to a man told to go outside and count the stars, and watching it land on them the way it had on me. I'd already started Enjoy Tours; I'd been trying to make it more than a good history tour. My son's question was the seed. Haran was where it germinated.
That's what I wanted to offer: Scripture met in reality, on the ground where it happened. And I wanted to invest in this place, not just visit it. We live here; these are our neighbors.
Nearly everything below began as a friendship.
