Although this picture of the Western (Wailing) Wall is not really good, you can see the men standing close to the wall praying on the left hand side of the wall.
Pray for peace in Jerusalem.
May all who love this city prosper. Psalm 122:6 (NLT)
Bob had gone over to the men’s side and I made my way to the right. There were many more women than men praying that day. Many were sitting on chairs that had been provided. At the wall, women were standing about four or five people deep . Obviously, there were many who had been there for hours. Some prayed using prayer books, quietly saying the words in Hebrew. Others were quietly murmuring their petitions or praises out loud trying to touch the wall.
I finally made my way to the wall itself, putting five prayer requests into the crevices in the wall. The presence of God was very close and when our half hour was over, I truly didn’t want to leave this holy place. The stone wall has been there for years and one can almost hear the songs of the Levites or remember the time of King David and Solomon, Ezra and Nehemiah.
The presence of God reminded me of our old prayer services. Perhaps it was because the church was small. When we prayed, God seemed to speak to each of us individually in the collective body of believers. Tears streaming down our cheeks often turned to hymns of praise and thanksgiving. My heart longs for more of those meetings.