Today's Slideshow
Day 0: Tel Aviv to Jerusalem
It was a travel day: Washington to Paris,
Paris to Tel Aviv. Turbulence on the first leg, right at dinner time, forced
the attendants to wait past the two hour deadline to serve food. Health
regulations do not allow for the service of food if it has been warmed
for two hours. But it was past dinner time and the hoards were hungry. So the passengers just went into the galley and helped themselves. Soon passengers were strolling
up and down the aisles with trays, balanced precariously, in their hands. I
have never seen anything like it! It all turned out OK. I ate, having stood in
line myself, and ten hours later I'm still feeling fine.
We arrived Saturday, which being the Jewish Sabbath, the
bus ride into Jerusalem to the place we are staying, St George's Guesthouse,
College, and Cathedral (home of the Anglican Diocese in Jerusalem), was easy. We
met with our fellow pilgrims, from Warwick, New York and Woodside, California
and had dinner. We had a meeting with our guide, Iyad, and fell into bed.
Day One: Jerusalem
Father Jim with The Most Reverend Suheil
Dawani, Archbishop of the Diocese of Jerusalem.
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Church of the Resurrection is a great
hodge-podge of various chapels and other spaces over which it is presumed that
Jesus was killed and buried. In the fourth century the Emperor Constantine sent
his mother to find the place where Jesus died and was resurrected. We ran
through it briefly, roughly getting the lay of the land, it is a very confusing
place. We expect to go back during free time later in the week. It really is a
fascinating place that six different denominations share, or maybe more
accurately where each guard their "turf" jealously.
Afterwards we went back to Saint
George's for a lecture from a Palestinian Muslim, political scientist. He was
very interesting to listen to, as you can well imagine, with not much good to
say about the difficulties Palestinians face in this time they call occupation.
More on this for another time, because before I go I want to tell you something
about our guide, Iyad Qumri. He introduces himself by saying: "I am an
Arab, a Palestinian, and a Christian." Describing himself this way is
telling. What he is one of a vanishing people. Since the first days, when Jews
began to call themselves followers of Jesus, Pentecost, there have been
Christians in this land. But that is rapidly changing. Being such a small
minority, they have no great numbers that might create even a small safety net.
Being Palestinian means that they are subject to all the restrictions and
indignities that are inflicted daily. Living on the West Bank, it is impossible
to work in Israel proper, where all the jobs are. Driving through an Israeli
Army checkpoint can take 20 minutes or three hours. You can never predict.
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