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“THE HOLY LAND.” A sacred ground, where the invisible touches the visible, and each grain of sand carries the memory of the divine. A land of wonders, miracles, and paths. Paths that not only tell stories, but change the soul. Places where time bends, where faith materializes in real landscapes, and where silence speaks louder than a thousand words. Are you ready to walk the same paths that Jesus walked? Feel the gentle breeze from the Sea of ​​Galilee? Hear the whisper of the desert? Touching the sacred with your own eyes? But be careful… What you see here may not just thrill you. It can change everything you think you know about faith and eternity. These places are not just geography. They are open portals to the invisible. Today, here on the “Our Planet” channel, we will unravel the most sacred mysteries of the Holy Land… And our documentary begins… with a silent promise, in a city forgotten by maps. But which city holds the first echo of this story? Stay tuned. What comes next may awaken something dormant in you. Stay with us until the end. For this journey is not just about where Jesus has been. It’s about what still lives in these places. Welcome to the Holy Land… A piece of the world, where the eternal and the earthly walk side by side. Imagine a soil where every stone has a voice. Where the wind carries echoes of miracles, and where divine creation reveals its greatness with absolute majesty. Here, among arid valleys and hills covered in olive trees, Jesus’ footprints still breathe truths about love, faith, and redemption. Why does this place touch us so deeply? Perhaps because we all carry, within us, the desire to rediscover the sacred. From now on, in this documentary, you will be taken on a unique journey. Following the paths of Jesus, from the prophesied announcement, to the cross that divided time. From Nazareth, where it all began. To Bethlehem, the heart of birth. From Egypt, where there was flight, to the Jordan River, where heaven spoke to earth. We will follow the Sea of ​​Galilee, where faith walked on the waters. Through the Judean Desert, where the soul was tried. And even Mount Sinai, where the Creator carved His voice in stone. In Jericho… Time whispers among ancient ruins. And in Jerusalem… the pain, the sacrifice, and the glory, still echo between the walls of the Holy City. This is not just a trip… It is a reunion with what is purest, and with what still beats in every human heart. Before we continue, it is worth checking if you are already subscribed here to the “Our Planeta” channel. This way, you can guarantee that none of these epic journeys will be left behind. All ready? So take a deep breath. Because our journey begins now, in a simple village… where the impossible became real. “NAZARETH…” The Promise Announcement. Between rolling hills and olive trees that dance in the wind… Nazaré rests like an ancient sigh, a discreet village… guardian of one of humanity’s greatest secrets. In the heart of Galilee, just 25 kilometers from the Sea of ​​Galilee… stands a village that, to Roman eyes, seemed insignificant. But in the eyes of the Creator… it was the stage of promise. More than two thousand years ago, under the merciless rule of the Roman Empire, fewer than five hundred souls lived here. And it was precisely here… that “Heaven” touched Earth. It was on this soil that the angel Gabriel appeared to Mary… a young woman with a pure heart and indomitable faith, to announce the birth of the Savior. And behold, in your womb, you will conceive and give birth to a son, and you will call his name… “JESUS” This is what the angel said, according to the gospel of Luke, chapter 1, verse 31. Words so sweet… and at the same time… capable of shaking eternity. This announcement did not echo in palaces. It happened in a simple cave… today protected by the majestic Basilica of the Annunciation. Here, silence has a voice… and every stone whispers faith. Millions of pilgrims travel the world to touch that moment. Curious, isn’t it? Nazareth does not even appear in the Old Testament. Still, it was chosen to house the beginning of everything. A divine choice… surprising even for the wise men of the time. And did you know that Mary’s grotto is considered one of the first places of Christian worship? Preserved since the 4th century… it retains the aroma of primitive faith. Nearby is the Fonte de Maria… a well that still pulses. There, women fetched water. Maybe… Maria did it too. Walking through the alleys of Nazaré is like feeling time slip by slowly. The stones on the ground seem to hold invisible footprints. The breeze… seems to know what happened there. But why would the Creator choose such a simple place? Perhaps… to teach us that the extraordinary is born in the hidden. That true greatness… is humble. Lift up your eyes to the hills of Galilee. Take a deep breath. How can so much beauty contain such revelation? Explore Nazaré’s ancient market. Even today, the aroma of spices… seems to speak to the senses. In Jesus’ time, Galilee was a mosaic of cultures. Greek, Roman and Jewish influences… met in the fairs and streets, forming a living tapestry. Today, sheep still graze on the verdant hillsides… under the same sky that once blessed Mary. And the silence… continues to say it all. Nazaré invites us to reflect. What if simplicity is the true miracle? What if it is there that we hear, more clearly, the voice of God? If this journey is awakening something in you… hit the like button right now. This helps us spread these stories around the world. But that… was just the first heartbeat. The next destination holds the fulfillment of the promise. Get ready to discover… the place where the Word became flesh: Bethlehem. “Bethlehem” The Birth of Hope Welcome to Bethlehem… A hidden jewel among the golden hills of Judea, where the brightness of the stars… wrote the destiny of humanity. Just eight kilometers south of Jerusalem… Bethlehem flourishes among ancient vineyards and olive trees. A haven of peace… in the land of the prophets. More than two millennia ago… under Herod’s ruthless reign and a Roman census decree, this city became the birthplace of the Savior. In the immensity of the sky, a star appeared… mysterious, bright, guiding wise men from the East to meet the newborn Jesus. In the humility of a manger… Mary gave birth to the Son of Promise. And in that moment… something eternal was ignited in the heart of humanity. Today, the Basilica of the Nativity guards this soil with reverence. Built in the 4th century by Emperor Constantine, it pulses with a faith that spans generations. The birth cave, hidden beneath the basilica’s altar, is marked by a silver star… where pilgrims from all over the world kneel in absolute silence. Did you know that “Bethlehem”, in Hebrew, means “House of Bread”? A prophetic name… for the place that received the “Bread of Life”. And more… Bethlehem was also the hometown of King David. Centuries before, it was already being prepared… for a divine destiny. A few kilometers away is Campo dos Pastores. According to tradition, it was there that the angels sang to the humble… announcing the birth of the Messiah. Walk through the hills of Belém at dusk… When the sky is dressed in orange, and the air seems to carry a miracle in every breath. Did you know that the star of Bethlehem is still studied by astronomers today? Some suggest that it was a rare conjunction of planets… occurred around the year 6 BC. Pass through the narrow streets of Belém… Between walls that guard millennia of faith, and imagine the chaos of a census that brought Mary and Joseph here. Entire families crossed mountains… Forced to register by order of the emperor. Without knowing it, they were cooperating with a celestial plan. Did you know that Bethlehem has been attracting pilgrims since the 2nd century? It is one of the oldest and most visited Christian destinations in history. From the surrounding hills, contemplate the view that surrounds Belém… Vineyards that embrace the landscape, as if the land itself held the echo of the promise. Why did a birth in a humble cave change the course of history? Maybe… because God wanted to be born where no one expected. In simplicity… hope flourished. Bethlehem teaches us that divine light does not choose palaces. She inhabits places that welcome the sacred… even without showing off. And if this journey is touching your soul… Check if you are already subscribed here to the “Our Planeta” channel. This ensures you experience each new story… without missing a thing. But the story of Jesus does not end here. A new challenge was about to arise. A call to escape… and survive. Where did the Holy Family take refuge, fleeing imminent danger? Get ready… Because our next stop… is Egypt! “EGYPT” The Refuge of the Holy Family Welcome to Egypt… A land where mysteries walk alongside history. Where the banks of the Nile… witnessed a hidden miracle of violence. In the fertile delta of the north, Old Cairo opened as a sacred shelter. It was here that Mary, Joseph and little Jesus found refuge… escaping the terror ordered by Herod. Under the biting heat of the desert, they crossed arid landscapes, guided by an angel, as narrated in the gospel of Matthew, chapter 2. A silent crossing… to protect the divine promise. In the heart of Cairo’s Coptic neighborhood, the Church of the Virgin Mary stands like a living monument. Known as the Hanging Church, it rests on Roman ruins… and holds echoes of heavenly protection. Its interior, carved in dark wood, breathes devotion. Every arch… every icon… seems to whisper ancient prayers. There, pilgrims kneel where “Jesus” passed in silence. Nearby, the Monastery of São Sergius preserves a sacred cave. According to Coptic tradition, it was there that the Holy Family rested. In the shadow of providence… in a foreign land. Did you know that, according to the Copts, “Jesus” remained in Egypt for almost three years? This silent exile shaped the faith of an entire nation. Walk through the Coptic neighborhood… between churches that stand the test of time, markets where incense dances in the air, and streets that still bear the footprints of the divine. The Nile, Egypt’s artery since the times of the pharaohs… saw the arrival of “Jesus” in his first days of life. Its sacred waters… also protected him. Watch the river at dusk. When the sky reflects golden tones, villages in the delta shine like jewels… silent witnesses of the sacred. Herod’s order was brutal. Innocents fell… but Egypt became a shield. A strange land… transformed into a refuge by the Creator. The Holy Family crossed secret routes… perhaps through the Sinai desert, facing danger, thirst and loneliness. But driven by something bigger: faith… and mission. Coptic art, with its intensely colored icons, still echoes this journey. Each trace carries the living memory of “Jesus”’s passage through Egypt. In Wadi Natrun, the desert holds ancient monasteries. There, monks preserve the silence that once hid salvation. Every stone… a testimony to sacred exile. Stroll through Cairo’s markets. Among colorful silks, spices and hurried voices, imagine Mary… carrying the baby Jesus among unknown crowds. In Matariya, a unique landmark remains: The Mary Tree. They say that under his shadow, the Holy Family rested. This tree still receives pilgrims… like a natural altar. She represents divine protection… in the simplicity of a shadow. At night, Coptic churches light up with candles. Its small flames… cast grand shadows, echoing the courage of Mary and Joseph… in times of fear. The presence of the Holy Family took root in the Egyptian soil. A legacy preserved for centuries, which still inspires faith… and resistance. Did you know that, according to tradition, there is a miraculous spring in Matariya? They say that “Jesus” made it sprout… with a simple gesture. In delta villages, adobe houses hide forgotten stories. Places where the Creator guided the Son… and where peace found shelter. The escape to Egypt was not just about survival. It was the beginning of an alliance between cultures… that would shape the Christian soul of the East. Under the silver moonlight, Coptic churches shine silently. The faith that was born from this exile still pulses in the stones, in the voices… and in the eyes of those who believe. Pilgrims still walk this route… in search of miracles, of answers, of traces of the boy who once inhabited these sacred sands. Did you know that Coptic rituals still celebrate the presence of “Jesus” today? Songs and ancient traditions keep the flame of memory alive. In the desert, under the silence of the night, the sand holds the echoes of the divine. There, the Holy Family found peace… amidst the chaos of the world. But why Egypt? Perhaps… to show that even in exile, providence guides courageous hearts. Think for a moment… How does Mary and Joseph’s faith inspire your own journey? What does it mean to trust… even without seeing? If this story is touching your soul… leave a like now. This helps keep that journey alive… in every new viewer. But Jesus’ journey does not end in Egypt. After exile, a new home awaited him. A place of growth… silence… and preparation. Now, let’s go back to where Jesus lived his childhood… Where did he grow up far from Herod’s violence? Get ready to return… to the city where it all began: “Nazareth.” “NAZARÉ” The Home… of Simplicity. After exile in Egypt… “Jesus” returned to Nazareth. A modest village, forgotten by the world, but chosen by heaven… to shape the Savior. A few steps from the Jezreel Valley, between barley fields and hills covered in olive trees… Nazareth rises like a discreet branch… from which hope sprouted. Under the rule of Rome, “Jesus” lived a childhood of simple crafts… He repaired cisterns, shaped wood… and learned that work is also prayer. In the rustic stone synagogue, the boy read the Scriptures in reverent silence. According to Luke, chapter 4, it was there that the prophets began to echo within Him. Can you imagine? Among wise men and children, stories of Abraham, Moses and David came to life. It was there… that the mission quieted down… before blossoming. From the top of Precipice Hill, you can see the entire Jezreel Valley. They say that from there, “Jesus” escaped the wrath of his own neighbors… when the truth began to hurt. Nazareth was dry. Every drop of water depended on the rains. Rudimentary cisterns guarded the village’s survival… and forged resilience in each resident. Walk along the dusty trails of Nazaré… feel the wind that dances between olive trees. Imagine “Jesus” as a boy, exploring hills at dawn… with bare feet and an attentive soul. Just four miles away was Sepphoris… a center of Roman arts. Perhaps “Jesus” passed by, and saw mosaics that reflected the contrast between empire and eternity. In the Jezreel Valley, vast and fertile, wheat fed all of Galilee. It was there that “Jesus” saw the miracle of rural life… and learned that the harvest also teaches about faith. Few know… but “Nazareth” means “branch”. A prophetic name… that refers to Isaiah, and the Messiah who would sprout from the root of Jesse. At dusk, the hills of Nazareth shine beneath the golden sky. Perhaps there, “Jesus” contemplated the horizon… thinking about what was to come. Historians reveal that Nazareth was almost invisible. It had between 200 and 400 residents. But the Creator chose the hidden… to prepare an eternal King. Pass through pasture land, where sheep still walk beneath ancient olive trees. Feel the calm that shaped the heart of the Boy who would change the world. They say that children from Nazareth played in natural caves. Who knows, there, “Jesus” discovered secrets of the earth… before revealing secrets of heaven. Life in Nazareth was simple. A cycle of work, prayer and communion. And perhaps it is this… that prepared him for the greatest of all callings. Why would the Savior grow up here? In an ordinary village, invisible to human eyes? Perhaps to teach us… that the extraordinary comes from humility. Look at the starry sky of Nazareth. And ask yourself: How does simplicity shape your faith? What does “Jesus” still teach us… with his forgotten childhood? In Nazareth, “Jesus” took deep roots. But his heart longed for something more… A dip in the sacred waters. A call that has echoed since the beginning of time. On the banks of a legendary river, the sky would open to reveal who He was. Get ready to discover… the baptism that changed the world: in the Jordan River. “RIVER JORDAN” The Baptism of the Savior Welcome to the Jordan River… Where “Jesus” was baptized… and the sky opened to reveal the mission of the Son of God. Born on Mount Hermon, the river meanders through the desert… until it rests in the Dead Sea, bathing sacred landscapes with waters of living history. More than two thousand years ago, John the Baptist preached fervently on the banks of the Jordan. And “Jesus” came to him, as narrated in the gospel of Matthew, chapter 3, verse 13. In Qasr el Yahud, close to Jericho, is the traditional place of baptism. Pilgrims dive there, seeking the same grace that touched the Savior. Interestingly, the Jordan separates Israel from Jordan. But its waters unite hearts, in a spiritual bond… that spans millennia. Further north is Yardenit… where palm trees dance over crystal clear waters. There, thousands are baptized every year… in search of inner renewal. The Jordan Valley was fertile… an oasis among arid lands. Imagine “Jesus” walking there, among ancient fields and eternal promises. Touch the riverbanks… where desert meets life. There, every grain of sand… carries the echo of the baptism that changed the history of the world. “Jordan” comes from the Hebrew “Yarden” — which means “descent”. A prophetic name… for there, heaven came down to touch man. John the Baptist preached with a burning voice… calling for repentance, opening the way with courage… for the One who would come to change everything. See the river at dawn… the sky reflected in its silent waters. There, time seems to stop… to hear what only the heart can understand. Pilgrims report indescribable peace. When touching these waters… they feel as if the Spirit still hovers there… as on that “sacred” day. Few remember… but the Jordan also opened for Joshua, in chapter 3. Its waters divided before faith, opening the way for a new beginning. Among the reeds, the banks keep secrets. There, “Jesus” heard the voice of the Father… proclaiming him the beloved Son. A revelation that echoes to this day. The baptism of “Jesus” was no ordinary ritual. It was a prophetic gesture… that resonated with Jewish rituals… but it brought a new covenant. At sunset, the Jordan is bathed in gold. Birds cross the sky in silence… as if they were still watching the miracle. As if they knew… that something changed the world there. Today, the flow of the Jordan has weakened. But its strength remains. For it is not the current… it is faith that makes it eternal. The baptism was more than symbolic. It was the seal of the mission. The beginning of a new era. An opening between heaven and earth. Walk through the Jordan Valley… and ask yourself: What does it mean to be reborn? In what waters does your soul need to dive? Why did “Jesus” choose this place? Perhaps… to teach us that transformation begins like this: with a humble step… towards eternity. If this documentary lit something inside you… If your soul felt the silent call of the ancient sands of the Holy Land… then don’t keep it to yourself. Share this video now… Like someone carrying a lit torch in the darkness. Today, many pilgrims still dive into the Jordan. They bring their pain… their hopes… and leave with tears in their eyes. As if they touched the sky itself. But that was just the beginning. After baptism, the desert would call him. A profound test awaited him… far from everything… and close to God. In the Judean Desert, “Jesus” would face the darkest shadows of the soul. A confrontation with the very essence of faith… that would shape its eternal mission. “DESERT OF JUDEA” The Temptations of Faith In the scorched and scorched lands of the Judean Desert… “Jesus” walked alone, to face something greater than the heat. He faced himself. Between Jerusalem and the Dead Sea… sharp ravines, mute cliffs, and wild animals were witnesses to a forty-day fast, recorded in Matthew, chapter 4, verse 2. Jesus passed through Wadi Qelt, a deep gorge carved in stone… The silence was piercing! Here, “Jesus” fought invisible battles against temptations that still resonate with us. So… The Holy Spirit took Jesus into the desert so that the Devil could tempt him. After fasting for forty days and forty nights, Jesus was hungry. Then the Devil came to him and said: If you are the Son of God, command that these stones become bread. But Jesus, Wisely, responded thus: The Holy Scriptures say: “Human beings do not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” The same Holy Scriptures also say: “Do not put the Lord your God to the test.” And so, in the desert… “Jesus” faced another empire: that of doubt. Bread, power and prestige… were placed before him. The Mount of Temptation rises in Jericho like an ancient watchman. And there, in the face of imaginary kingdoms, “Jesus” chose Truth… over empty glory. Few know, but the Essenes inhabited this region. Adherents of a Jewish sect that existed in Palestine, in Qumran, waited for the light, living in caves and manuscripts… far from the world, like “Jesus” at that moment. Wadi Qelt, at dusk, is covered with violet shadows. Feel the silence… and perhaps you will hear the strength that guided the Savior. The Monastery of São Jorge… seems suspended between the rock and the sky. A refuge of prayer… in the heart of nowhere. The forty days of “Jesus” reflect the forty years of the people of Israel. A number of trials… and of stoning of the soul. Devotees climb the Mount of Temptation with hymns on their lips. Every step is a memory of triumph, of a man who chose the eternal… over the immediate. At night, the desert is dressed in stars. It is as if heaven covered “Jesus” with a cloak of glory… after each overcome temptation. Interestingly, Wadi Qelt was a caravan route. A corridor between Jericho and Jerusalem, traveled not only by merchants… but also by seekers of faith. Legends tell of monks who lived among the crevices of the desert. Men who, like “Jesus”, sought God… in the nakedness of silence. Robust wild goats called Ibex leap across inhospitable cliffs. Life, even here, insists on flourishing… like faith in times of trial. The dry breaths of the desert carry memories. Memories of the resistance of “Jesus”. And perhaps a call… to face our own deserts. Mirages tremble under the scorching sun. The desert shaped “Jesus”… to fulfill an eternal purpose. It was here that psalms of hope were born. Poems that spanned centuries… and still echo in the infinite sands. The temptations of “Jesus” remind us… that faith is not comfort. It’s an anchor… in the storm of the soul. His victory was silent… but universal. An eternal invitation, to resist empty promises… and listen to the voice that comes from within. Observe the desert at dawn. When the light bathes the rocks with sweetness… and ask yourself: What sustains your hope? This soil was home to prophets, to hermits… to men who heard the voice from heaven. The wind still keeps its words. The victory of “Jesus” in the desert was not just personal. She opened paths… for a faith that endures to this day. And they say that He left there… transformed. Ready to touch the world with your light… with your gestures… and with your miracles. From the ashes of the desert, “Jesus” headed to calm waters. Where compassion would gain a voice… and hope, a human face. Get ready… For on the serene shores of the Sea of ​​Galilee… the miracles have begun. And the world would never be the same again. “SEA OF GALILEE” The Miracles of Faith. Welcome to the Sea of ​​Galilee… Also called Lake of Gennesaret, a freshwater mirror in northern Israel… where faith floated between fishermen and hills. At 21 kilometers long and 13 kilometers wide, this harp-shaped lake is the lowest freshwater point on Earth. Its banks hold ancient stories. Around the lake, gentle hills rise… where green fields meet palm trees, and the sunrise bathes the fog in golden hues. It is in this scenario that “Jesus” began his public mission. Capernaum, on the northwest side of the lake, became his home and preaching base. There are ruins of an ancient synagogue, and Peter’s house, excavated beneath a modern church. It was in Capernaum that “Jesus” healed the paralytic… according to the gospel of Mark. Crowds crossed Galilee in search of healing and hope. Interestingly, the lake was also a trade route. Boats transported spices, ceramics and olive oil between neighboring villages… and “Jesus” sailed along the same paths. It was at the edge of this lake that he called the first disciples. Simão, André, Tiago and João… left nets and boats to follow a deeper voice. On the northern slope, the Mount of Beatitudes rises with a sweeping view of the lake. The vegetation is Mediterranean: olive trees, date palms and almond trees flourish all around. Here, “Jesus” delivered the Sermon on the Mount… Words that spanned centuries: “Blessed are the meek… for they will inherit the earth.” “Blessed are the pure in heart… for they will see God.” A few meters away, in Tabgha, the banks are home to Byzantine mosaics from the 5th century . It was in this place that “Jesus” multiplied bread and fish for more than five thousand people. São Pedro fish is still fished in these waters. A local tradition, which connects cuisine and spirituality in the same dish served for generations. The ruins of Capernaum are visited by pilgrims every day. As if, upon touching its stones, the soul rediscovered an old calling. Nearby, the sea also saw storms calmed. “Jesus” ordered silence to the wind… and the waves lay down like lambs. This lake is not just a body of water. It’s a liquid soul. Here, “Jesus” didn’t just heal… He awakened the faith of a generation. On starry nights, the sky spills over the lake. The constellations are reflected like lanterns… And perhaps… they still illuminate the paths of those who seek. Why did “Jesus” choose this place? Because in the simplicity of everyday life… that’s where the truth shines purest. And miracles… bloom. If this journey is awakening something deep within you… leave your like now here on the Nosso Planeta channel. With a simple gesture, you help us bring stories that transform stories that touch the soul to the four corners of the world. The Sea of ​​Galilee was the stage for meetings and choices. With barefoot steps in the sand… and hearts renewed with every word. And the journey… was just beginning. Because beyond these waters… a new destiny awaited him. In the sacred mountains… where the Creator’s voice had once echoed. On Mount Sinai, Moses had received the Law. Now, “Jesus” would take this light… back to the hearts of humanity. And you… have you ever heard a call in the mountains? The kind of silence that seems to look you in the eye? Because the next chapter… will take us there. Now, get ready… Let’s climb to the top. Where heaven reveals itself… on Mount Sinai. “MOUNT SINAI” The Law and the Promise Have you ever imagined Mount Sinai… Where Moses heard the voice of the Creator… and “Jesus” recognized that his mission fulfilled every letter of the eternal Law? Located on the Sinai peninsula, in Egypt, the mountain known as Jabal Musa reaches 2,285 meters in altitude. Its rugged slopes touch the clouds reverently. According to Exodus, chapter 19, it was in this place that God declared: “You will be my people”. The Covenant was sealed… on the tablets of the mountain. In Matthew, chapter 5, verse 17, Jesus stated: “I did not come to abolish the Law…but to fulfill it.” His path was traced… based on Mount Sinai. Do you feel the warmth of the ancient stones? The red granite of Sinai, formed millions of years ago, testifies to humanity’s most sacred pact. At the foot of the mountain is the Santa Catarina Monastery. Founded in the 6th century, it houses extremely rare manuscripts, Byzantine icons and legends preserved by time. Orthodox monks live in silence and prayer. Pilgrims climb the mountain before dawn… guided by local Bedouins, following the same path as Moses. During the ascent, the stars shine like torches in the black sky. The cold of the desert… contrasts with the heat of expectation. When the sun rises… golden tones paint every rock of Sinai. The landscape turns into an altar… and the heart opens in reverence. Did you know that local Bedouins tell legends passed down for generations? Stories of celestial thunder, of voices in the wind… of divine pacts. It was here that Moses received the Ten Commandments. A code of conduct… that would shape nations, and inspire modern ethics to this day. And “Jesus”? He carried Sinai not in his hands, but in his heart. Every word of compassion was also justice… and fulfillment of the promise. Listen to the wind that blows between the canyons. It carries echoes of a time when heaven descended upon a mountain… to teach the ways of light. Mount Sinai is not just a rock. It is a mirror of faith. An eternal reminder… that the divine also chooses places. When the first rays of the sun bathe the summit, pilgrims look up. Because here, up high, the sky seems closer to Earth. From the top of Sinai… “Jesus” left with the Law alive within him. His journey would now take him to Jericho… city of walls and promises. Jericho, the oldest city in the world, where the walls fell by divine power. Now, “Jesus” was on his way to reveal… a new kind of liberation. What if the walls of your life… also crumbled with a breath of faith? Get ready to follow “Jesus”… to Jericho, where miracles are sounded by trumpets. “JERICÓ” The City of Wonders Imagine an oasis… In the middle of the Jordan Valley. With date palms swaying in the hot wind and ancient ruins under the desert sun. We are in Jericho… one of the oldest cities in the world. More than 10 thousand years of human occupation echo among its stones. According to Joshua, chapter 6, verse 20, the walls fell at the sound of trumpets. Today, Tel es-Sultan holds these memories… in excavations that reveal the past. “Jesus” stopped by. Luke, in chapter 19, narrates his encounter with Zacchaeus… a tax collector who climbed this sycamore tree, to see Jesus passing through the crowd. And since then… his soul has been transformed. You can even feel the warm breeze on your face… Walking through the dusty streets of Jericho, we see pulsating markets selling fresh dates and time seems to slow down. The city is surrounded by arid hills, but has fresh water sources. That’s why it flourished, between the desert and the Jordan. The view from Mount Temptation is breathtaking. A trail leads to the rock-encrusted monastery, where “Jesus” is believed to have fasted after his baptism. Tel es-Sultan, Jericho’s archaeological hill, has layers upon layers of history. Houses, walls, ceramics… from civilizations that have already disappeared. Archaeologists still discover bones, seeds and tools. Each excavation reveals a new chapter. Like buried pages… from a living encyclopedia. Did you know that Jericho is 260 meters below sea level? This unique altitude makes it one of the lowest cities on Earth. A place that carries depth… in every way. On the banks of Jericho, a blind man cried out for healing. Mark 10 describes: “Jesus, Son of David!” “Have mercy on me!” It was as if time stopped. From the depths of his soul, a scream echoed that cut through the dust, the noise, the disbelief. His name was Bartimaeus. Blind, forgotten, ignored by everyone. But something inside him burned with unshakable conviction. And then, with a single sentence that would echo for all eternity, Jesus proclaims: “Go… your faith has saved you.” The Creator stopped. The incarnate verb, on its final journey towards Jerusalem, interrupted the flow of eternity… by a cry. Bartimaeus didn’t just receive the vision. He saw the Messiah. Saw the truth. And followed the Path. Because sometimes all that separates heaven from earth… is a cry of “faith.” If Jericho touched your soul, share this video now. This helps us bring our documentaries to hearts thirsty for discovery. Jericho is a passage. It is the last breath before the cross. “Jesus” left here… with his heart set on Jerusalem. The Holy City awaited him with weeping olive trees, ancient walls… and the weight of a promise. Jerusalem would be a scene of glory and pain. And you? What would you feel walking along the Via Dolorosa? In the next chapter, we go to Jerusalem… where everything is fulfilled. “JERUSALEM” Sacrifice and Glory Have you ever imagined walking through streets where time bends? Where each stone carries a lament and a promise? Welcome to Jerusalem. The Old City, surrounded by ancient walls, is the final stage of a story that divided time. Here, “Jesus” began his last journey. At the top of Mount Zion, the Cenacle rests. It was there that He shared bread with His disciples, sealing an eternal pact of love and surrender. In Gethsemane, under the ancient olive trees, “Jesus” knelt in the darkness. Sweat and anguish… prayer and silence. On the Via Dolorosa, his injured feet touched the cold stones. Every step was pain. Every breath, a decision. The Church of the Holy Sepulchre… its dome houses the resurrection. And the heart of the world seems to beat inside. The Holy Sepulcher houses the greatest mystery of faith. The empty tomb still whispers the resurrection. Three religions face each other on the stones of Jerusalem. Judaism, Christianity and Islam breathe side by side. Pilgrims touch the wailing wall, with their eyes closed, Searching in the silence for an answer. Here, the past talks to the eternal. Gethsemane still exudes prayer. Among the crooked roots, a clamor can be heard that has never ceased. Some olive trees there are more than two thousand years old. They saw the Son of Man sweat blood for love. Disguised in the dark, the disciples feared tomorrow. But He followed… without hesitation. Jerusalem… city of kings and tears. Where eternity descended to touch the ground. Look at the hills at dawn… And you will feel the warmth of centuries of faith and sacrifice. In the silence of Mount Zion, footsteps echo like songs. Pilgrims whisper prayers through tears. If you walked there, what would you feel? Jerusalem does not speak. — She screams inside. On the Via Dolorosa, every stone saw blood fall. The cross was heavy. But your love, stronger. Millions walk this path every year, Seeking peace where there was pain. At dawn, the walls glow like embers. The city whispers truths that time has not erased. At the Last Supper, Jesus said, “This is my body…” “And this is my blood.” And since then… The world… has never been the same. In Gethsemane, his soul groaned. The cry of the cross was already echoing in his flesh. Through the Via Dolorosa, He fell… but He got up. Each fall was a promise of redemption. Amidst the mockery, spitting and mocking, Jesus opened his chapped and injured lips and what came out of his mouth silenced the heavens and shook the angels: “Oh Father…” “Forgive them!” Because they don’t know what they’re doing. The sky, full of shadows, seemed to contain the breath of creation. The ground shook slightly, as if the earth mourned what it witnessed. And there, suspended between heaven and earth, hanging in pain and blood, was He… the innocent, the spotless lamb. He didn’t scream for help. He screamed for forgiveness. Not just for me… but also for you. At Golgotha, the nails pierced more than flesh. They broke the story into before and after. The tomb was found empty… Because death could not contain life. From the blood… grace sprouted. From tears… hope was born. And Jerusalem became the heart of eternity. The blood… the tears… the rolled stone… All of this reminds us… that the impossible… happened. Jerusalem is not just a destination… It is a mirror of who we are… and who we can be. The stones of the Via Dolorosa are still there. And each of them holds a miracle. “Jesus” was not trapped by these stones. He lives in every act of love and compassion. What does Jerusalem teach you? Maybe… That from suffering… glory can be born. The Holy Land welcomed us on this journey… following in the footsteps of Jesus. And he showed us that even the end… can be a beginning. If you feel this story touch you, — Share. Your gesture helps this message reach the world. This journey is yours now. Walk with it… and let the light guide you. From the cry in Gethsemane… To the glory of the empty tomb… “Jesus” left us a path. The Holy Land pulses alive. And this story echoes in every heart that believes. Let the memories of the Holy Land still resonate in your heart… Because the journey does not end in Jerusalem. It just changes horizons. And when you least expect it, the sacred ground gives way to the icy winds of the north… Where the silent faith of the Danish countryside echoes in castles, fjords and Viking legends. From the top of Golgotha… to the cold breath that dances among the Danish fjords… Here on “Our Planet”, every step is a revelation. And maybe your next one… will be among the hidden wonders of Denmark, which is already there on your screen, waiting for you. “DISCOVER THE EXTRAORDINARY AROUND THE WORLD!” “A HUG…” “AND UNTIL THE NEXT JOURNEY.”