Standing here at Caesarea Philippi, it is hard not to notice the raw natural power of this place where geology and history intertwine so dramatically. The looming presence of Mount Hermon creates an almost theatrical backdrop, its ancient cliffs rising like nature’s own cathedral walls against the sky.
These Banias spring waters burst forth from the earth with such primal force, just as they have for millennia. The sound is mesmerising like a constant rush that seems to speak of eternity, while creating a symphony with the rustling leaves and birdsong that fills this lush very green sanctuary.

Did you know that this was the northernmost point that Jesus came to? This area feels so dramatically different from the familiar landscapes of Galilee where I spent the past seven days. The contrast is quite stark – from the gentle hills and fishing villages by the lake to this wild, almost primordial setting where sheer cliffs reach toward heaven like ancient prayers turned to stone. Standing here, I cannot help but imagine how this dramatic change of scenery must have impacted those who made the journey with Him.
The dense growth around the spring creates an oasis-like atmosphere that feels almost magical. Life flourishes here in abundance – thick vegetation clinging to weathered rock faces, birds darting through dappled sunlight, all sustained by these eternal waters. It is as if nature itself is celebrating the miracle of water springing from stone.



As I trace my hand along the weather-worn cliff face, I am touching the same stones that have witnessed countless pilgrims and travellers over millennia. I realise how unworthy I am to be here, at this holy site. Each groove and crevice tell its own story, shaped by both natural forces and human history. Standing here, where pristine waters break forth from ancient stone and time-worn cliffs pierce the clouds, you sense something transcendent, as if you have stumbled upon a threshold between worlds.
In this northern frontier, worlds away from the fishing boats and village squares where Jesus usually walked, something remarkable unfolded. The journey was a crossing of cultural and spiritual boundaries that would help transform a local Jewish movement into a faith that would spread across the world.
A Glimpse into the Past
The sheer faces of these age-old cliffs rise before me like pages of a sacred text, each layer holding memories of prayers and revelations. The carved niches, now empty of their pagan idols, seem to whisper stories of ancient devotions and forgotten rituals. These stone chambers, now stripped of their idols of Pan and other gods, hold in their silence the weight of human longing for connection with the divine.
Even today, watching these Banias spring waters surge forth from the earth’s depths, I can understand why ancient peoples saw this as a gateway to the underworld. The raw power of nature here is palpable, there is something almost mystical about how the water emerges from the dark cave mouth, as if bearing secrets from deep within the earth.






The metamorphosis of this sacred ground tells a remarkable tale, from the mystical grotto of Pan to the grand vision of Herod Philip’s Roman city. Herod Philip, often referred to as “Philip the Tetrarch“, was one of the sons of Herod the Great. He was a relatively peaceful and effective ruler compared to other members of his dynastic family. The renaming of Banias was not just a political gesture; it represented a fundamental shift in the landscape of power. Here was Herod Philip, asserting Roman authority over an ancient place of pagan worship, layering imperial might atop religious tradition. Like ancient palimpsests, these cliff faces hold layer upon layer of meaning, nature’s patient sculpting overlaid with humanity’s bold attempts to shape the sacred.
The convergence of cultures here is extraordinary. Walking among the ruins, I can almost sense the bustling energy of the Greco-Roman city that once stood here – merchants haggling in the marketplace, priests performing their rituals, Roman officials going about their business. Yet amidst all this imperial pomp and pagan ceremony, something quite different was about to unfold.
There is an exquisite irony in how this place, dedicated to multiple gods and imperial power, would become the setting for one of Christianity’s most striking moments.
“Who Do You Say I Am?”






Standing before these towering cliffs at Caesarea Philippi, I am quite overwhelmed by the weight of the momentous exchange that took place here. At first, my own sense of unworthiness haunts me to realise that I am at the very place that Jesus once walked. The realisation hits me with unexpected force, that my feet rest where His once did, that my eyes gaze upon the same cliffs that witnessed His presence. It’s a moment that makes me acutely aware of my own mortality and smallness in the grand sweep of divine purpose.
I close my eyes and picture the scene: Jesus gathered with His disciples, the sound of the Banias spring rushing in the background, just as it does today. Here, beneath these imposing rock faces, He posed the question that would echo through millennia: “Who do people say the Son of Man is?” (Matthew 16:13).
The disciples’ initial responses feel so human, they replied John the Baptist, Elijah, Jeremiah, one of the prophets. I can imagine them glancing at each other, uncertain, offering these suggestions that reflected the popular theories of their day. But then Jesus made it personal, asking “But what about you? Who do you say I am?“

The power of Saint Peter’s response still sends shivers down my spine: “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God” (Matthew 16:16). Standing here, where those words were first spoken, their boldness becomes even more apparent. In this place dedicated to pagan gods, where carved niches still show where idols once stood, Peter proclaimed a truth that would transform the world.
Jesus’ response drew its imagery from these very surroundings: “And I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it” (Matthew 16:18). The symbolism is stunning – here, next to what was believed to be a portal to the underworld, Jesus declared the eternal victory of His kingdom.
Here, divine truth intersects with human history. The empty niches in the cliff face, the ruins of Roman power, the eternal rush of the spring – all bear witness to a moment when heaven touched earth, when eternal truth was proclaimed in the shadow of temporal power.
As the evening light bathes these ancient stones, Saint Peter’s declaration continues to resonate and echo bouncing off these rock walls. While the statues of gods have crumbled and empires have fallen, the truth proclaimed here remains as solid as the rock faces that witnessed it. In many ways, these cliffs have become a natural monument to that transformative moment when simple fishermen and tax collectors recognised their teacher as the promised Messiah.
The rushing waters of the Banias spring seem to whisper these ancient words, carrying them forward through time. Here, where pagan sacrifices once echoed and Roman power once seemed absolute, a different kind of authority was revealed, one that would outlast empires and transform countless lives across the centuries.
A Place of Tension and Transformation
These Banias spring bursting forth from ancient rock with unstoppable force, mirror how divine truth can emerge in the most unexpected places. I watch the crystal-clear stream catching the light, and I am reminded of how Christ’s living water brings life to parched souls, just as these waters have sustained this landscape for millennia.


The tumbling waters create an ageless symphony, their constant music weaving together past and present like notes in an eternal score. In their endless flow, I hear an echo of how Christ’s message continues to surge forth, bringing renewal and hope to each generation. Just as these waters carve their path through solid rock, so does divine truth make its way through the hardest hearts.
As the day’s light begins to fade and shadows lengthen across the ancient stones, I reflect on how Caesarea Philippi speaks to our own inner conflicts. We all face moments when competing voices clamour for our attention, when the world’s values clash with deeper truths. Yet perhaps that’s why this place was chosen for such a pivotal revelation – to remind us that authentic faith often emerges most powerfully in places of contrast and tension.



There is something deeply comforting about how the spring continues its eternal flow, unchanging amidst the ruins of temples and empires. It reminds me about how truth stands while all else crumble ; human structures may rise and fall, truth continues to flow, bringing life and hope to all who seek it.
Here in Caesarea Philippi, these weathered stones beneath my feet could have witnessed that pivotal moment, each ancient rock face could have carried the echo of Peter’s declaration. The wind whispers through the ruins much as it did then, creating an almost mystical link between past and present.
Jesus’ question – “Who do you say I am?” – seems to hang in the air here with particular urgency. There is something about this place, where the remains of pagan shrines still cling to the cliff face, that makes the question feel immediately personal and pressing. Like the disciples who first heard it, we each must wrestle with our response.

In this sacred place, where the veil between heaven and earth grows gossamer-thin, we witness the divine economy of salvation unfold. Here, amidst shrines to dead gods and the powers of this world, the Logos Himself poses the question that penetrates to the depths of the human heart: “Who do you say that I am?”
The holy fathers teach us that in this moment, Christ was not seeking information, but initiating a very deep spiritual revelation. As Saint John Chrysostom reflects, “the Lord gradually led His disciples from lower to higher things, from earthly understanding to divine illumination. First asking what others say, He then calls them to the deeper mystery of His true identity.”
The setting itself speaks volumes through its holy symbolism. Here at the base of Mount Hermon, where waters spring forth from solid rock, we see an icon of spiritual truth emerging from the hardness of human hearts. The caves that once housed pagan idols become, in God’s providence, the backdrop for the revelation of True Divinity.
In Peter’s confession, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God,” we hear not merely human wisdom but, as our Lord Himself declares, a revelation from the Father. This moment prefigures the Orthodox understanding of ‘theosis’ how human nature, illuminated by divine grace, becomes capable of recognising and participating in divine truth.

The rock upon which Christ promises to build His Church is not merely Peter’s person, but the confession of faith itself, this recognition of Christ’s Divine Nature that forms the foundation of our Orthodox worship and life. As Saint Gregory Palamas teaches, it is through such moments of divine revelation that we participate in the uncreated light of God’s presence.
Here too we see the sacramental nature of reality how physical places and human encounters become vessels of divine revelation. Just as we venerate icons as windows into heaven, this very landscape became an icon of divine-human encounter, where heaven and earth met in holy synergy.
The waters of Banias, still flowing today, remind us of the living waters of baptism through which we enter into this mystery. Like Peter, we are called not merely to know about Christ, but to know Him in the depths of our being, to recognise Him as the Divine Logos who fills all things with His presence.
In our Eastern Orthodox tradition, this moment at Caesarea Philippi is an eternal invitation to move beyond the names and titles we give to Christ, beyond even our theological formulations, to that place of direct encounter where, illumined by divine grace, we can truly recognise and proclaim Him as Lord.
As the holy fathers teach us, this question – “Who do you say that I am?” – continues to echo through the Divine Liturgy, calling each of us to move from mere knowledge to true spiritual recognition, from individual opinion to catholic truth, from the shadows of human understanding to the light of divine revelation.
Cultural and Archaeological Insights
Herod’s temple remains hold their own moving testimony. These scattered stones once formed an impressive monument to imperial power and political ambition, where the worship of Caesar blended with local traditions in an elaborate dance of authority and accommodation. There is something deeply moving about how these grand structures, meant to project eternal power, now lie humbled by time.



The journey here from Galilee was not just geographic, it was purposeful, laden with meaning. Here, far from the familiar fishing boats and gentle hills of home, surrounded by shrines to false gods and monuments to temporal power, Jesus posed the question that cuts to the heart of faith.
Today
The ancient spirituality of Caesarea Philippi now intertwines with modern geopolitical realities in rather fascinating and sometimes sobering ways. Situated in the Golan Heights, this historic site rests at a critically strategic point near the borders of Israel, Lebanon and Syria. This place that once marked the northernmost reach of Jesus’ ministry now marks one of Israel’s most sensitive security zones.

The journey here from Nazareth takes about two hours by car, winding through the Galilean landscape. The drive itself is quite remarkable – you travel northeast through the Upper Galilee, watching as the terrain gradually changes from Mediterranean hills to the more dramatic topography of the Golan Heights. Mount Hermon looms ever larger as you approach, its snow-capped peak (in winter months) serving as a natural landmark just as it did in ancient times.
The strategic importance of this area became painfully clear during the Six-Day War in 1967, when Israel captured the Golan Heights from Syria. The region’s elevated position and water resources made it crucial for military defence and water security. The Banias spring, which once attracted ancient worshippers, remains a vital water source for modern Israel, contributing to the Jordan River system.

During the Yom Kippur War in 1973, some of the fiercest tank battles took place not far from here, as Syrian forces attempted to recapture the Golan Heights. Even today, you might notice old bunkers and military positions scattered throughout the region – silent testimonies to more recent conflicts.
The site is now part of the Hermon Stream (Banias) Nature Reserve, managed by the Israel Nature and Parks Authority. Visitors can explore well-maintained trails that connect the archaeological ruins with the natural beauty of the Banias waterfall – one of Israel’s most spectacular natural features. The waterfall trail, about 45 minutes long, offers a refreshing escape from the Israeli heat.
Around Caesarea Philippi, there is much to explore:
- The nearby city of Kiryat Shmona serves as a modern regional centre
- The Tel Dan Nature Reserve, with its ancient city ruins and another source of the Jordan River, is just a short drive away
- Mount Hermon’s ski resort (Israel’s only ski facility) operates in winter months
- The Nimrod Fortress, a magnificent Crusader-era castle, crowns a nearby peak
Getting here is relatively straightforward; most visitors drive or join organised tours from major cities. The roads are well-maintained, though it is worth noting that you’ll pass through several security checkpoints given the proximity to international borders. Many tours combine Caesarea Philippi with visits to other northern sites like the Sea of Galilee or Capernaum.
There’s a profound irony in how these living waters, once seen as a gateway to the divine, now serve as a lifeline in modern political geography. Yet even as nations debate water rights and strategic access, the spring maintains its timeless rhythm, indifferent to human divisions yet essential to human life – just as it has been since time immemorial.
During the 2006 Lebanon War, this area experienced tension and occasional rocket fire, reminding visitors that whilst the conflicts may have changed in nature, this region remains at a crossroads of competing interests and claims, much as it was in Jesus’ time, though for very different reasons.



Despite its complex modern reality, or perhaps because of it, visiting Caesarea Philippi today adds another layer to its rich historical significance. It reminds us that sacred places do not exist in a vacuum but continue to be part of the ongoing human story, with all its hopes, conflicts, and aspirations for peace.
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