All of us have been to an INSPIRATION POINT at some time or place in our lives. A lot of national parks have them. Towns and cities that have a mountain range nearby have an Inspiration Point. All of us can look at some point in our lives when we have reached a point of inspiration.

In 1964 I made a trip to the lands of the Bible. In Amman, Jordan, I asked a friend, "How can I best get to Petra from here?" I had no idea that it was more than a hundred miles to the south, when he said, "I'll have a taxi pick you up at your hotel in the morning."

Petra is an ancient city carved out of pink stone walls in the desert about sixty miles south of the Dead Sea. God directed Moses to bypass it on his journey to the Promised Land. Inspiring as Petra was, I was yet to experience the greatest inspiration of my life. As we traveled north on the King's Highway toward Amman, I asked the taxi driver, "Are we somewhere near Mt. Nebo?" "It is off to our left a few miles," he said. After a pause, he asked, "Would you like to go there?" My answer was an immediate "Yes."

After a few miles he took a road to the left, driving into the setting sun. I could see no mountains, only a few rolling hills. After awhile we came to a wooded area and a few cars were parked there, but certainly no sign of a mountain. He said, "We are at Mount Nebo." I thought, "Surely this could not be the Mt. Nebo of the Bible." We got out of the car and he said, "Follow me." We walked about two hundred yards up a slight incline then, all of a sudden, I was standing on top of Mount Nebo. I moved a few feet more then there was the Dead Sea glistening before me. As my eyes trailed the Jordan River to the north, I saw the land where my Savior walked. The sun was going down over he area where Jerusalem was located. I felt as though I was in a dream, standing where Moses stood, and that I was on holy ground with no right to be there.

The taxi driver brought me back to reality when he said, "On a clear day you can see Jerusalem from here." I imagined the eyes of Moses moving to the north and the west, seeing all the land that God had promised to the people of Israel. That was the last view that Moses saw, for he died nearby and the hand of God buried him so that, to this day, no one knows his burial place.

This inspired me to want to see the real promised land, "The new Jerusalem coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband." (Rev. 21:2)

I can hardly wait! "Even so, come, Lord Jesus."