From the summit of Mount Tabor one commands a grand view of the Holy Land. To the north and east, on a clear day, the waters of Galilee can be seen; to the north, the hills of Nazareth, where He was brought up; to the northwest, Carmel and the Mediterranean; to the south, the mountains of Gilboa and the mountains of Samaria. Immediately at the foot of the mountain is the great plain of Esdraelon, which belts its way clear across the Hloly Land. On the slopes of the mountain which mark the southern end of the plain, one can make out Endor, where Saul consulted the witch the night before he fell at Gilboa; Nain, where Christ stopped the funeral procession and raised the widow's son; and, farther to the west in the direction of Carmel, the ruins of Jezreel and Megiddo.
But it is more than a great stretch of the Holy Land that one surveys from the summit of Tabor. It is a cyclorama of the history of Israel. One is looking down on the battleground of the nations. From the dawn of history that plain of Esdraelon has resounded with the tread of marching hosts, and the banners of invading and clashing armies have been wet with the dews of Tabor and of Hermon. The plain is exceedingly fertile, for it has been irrigated with blood and fertilized with men's bones as has no other part of the earthi's surface.