At 7:30 a.m. sharp on May 29, we stood on line with roughly 400 other people, awaiting entrance to the Promised Land.
A writer set out around the world to find the mythical ‘Promised Land’ of the African diaspora.
Cue the opening chords of “Promised Land,” to be followed by classics new—“We Take Care of Our Own”—and old—“Thunder Road.”
But whether she can lead NBC News to the Promised Land is another question entirely.
They all bought the Florida dream and left New York City for what they believed to be the Promised Land.
By this very route the old patriarch entered the Promised Land.
This was for them, as Pigafetta expresses it, "a Promised Land."
Rounding a spur at the end of our six-hundredth mile from Denver, we first sighted the Mormon Promised Land.
When he left the land of Egypt, he fancied he saw the palms of the Promised Land.
He felt that he too was indeed a wanderer, seeking the Promised Land.
The land that God promised he would give to the descendants of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob; the land flowing with milk and honey; the land of Canaan, or Palestine. The Israelites did not take it over until after the Exodus, when they conquered the people already living there.
Note: By extension, an idyllic place or state of being that a person hopes to reach, especially one that cannot be reached except by patience and determination, is called a “Promised Land.”