Jonathan and Akmed The Fearless
I gave Akmed the Fearless his title after our first ride with him Sunday night. Around midnight we hailed his taxi and told him we were hungry. Away he went into East Jerusalem. It was raining and Akmed the Fearless drove like a wild man. A wild and wooly palestinian race car driver. He would make NASCAR proud. Akmed the Fearless passed cars around curves, loved to play chicken, passing with oncoming cars (the closer the oncoming car the better), never slowed a whittle when driving down steep hills that turned sharply at a steep dropoff.
Thank you Akmed the Fearless, thank you Wallid, thank you Audrey, thank you cousin of Wallid, thank you Israeli security and especially, thank you Yeshua! for a wonderful experience and a mission accomplished!
The Day of the Lord is at hand!
Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain: let all the inhabitants of the land tremble: for the day of the LORD cometh, for it is nigh at hand; (Joel 2:1)