Chancel Choir: Pre-Tour at FPC

Friday, June 24, 2011

The Return, and Thanks

Friday, June 24, 2011
by Luke Hippler

All our new friends, after the final concert
Our final concert was a rousing success. Easily our best turnout, and the cross-section of clergy and nuns in attendance (Roman Catholic, Greek Orthodox, Anglican, Scottish Presbyterian, and possibly Armenian or Russian Orthodox) was a powerful symbol of peace and harmony through Christianity. This is the example of unity and tolerance we pray for throughout the region. Everyone seemed to enjoy the music, even a couple of stoic nuns, who visibly warmed when Linda began her "Pie Jesu" solo.

You can see a video from the concert at this link:
Episcopal Church of the Holy Family, Raineh

Rebekah, Missy, and Anne (FPC's "Sisters"),
in the Guesthouse Convent Courtyard
All Aboard - for the Sea of Galilee
Today, we prepare for our return trip. We're not quite done touring, but I can't share too many details because we head straight to the airport at the end of the day. So I'm writing this in advance, as I sit in the courtyard of the Guesthouse Convent of the Sisters of Nazareth, right next door to the beautiful Basilica of the Annunciation (where the angel Gabriel appeared to Mary), and right on top of excavated ruins of another Nazarene village and cemetery that dates back to the first century. We were able to explore these caves thanks to our nervous Sister guide ("No more than 20! And don't touch the walls! Very Fragile!"). I'm not sure how everyone felt knowing we were in a large and heavy building directly above huge caves with fragile walls, but I suspect travel fatigue allowed most to sleep just fine. Plans for today include a trip to (and over) the Sea of Galilee (where Jesus gathered his disciples and calmed the waters), a tour of Caesarea on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea, and a final dinner in Jaffa before returning to Tel Aviv and our long trek back to Marietta. I'll try to add some pictures before I post this.

Sunset over the Mediterranean Sea,
at our final dinner
It has been wonderful working on the blog; a true collaborative effort. It was a blast to coordinate it and get to work with all of the talented contributors. I want to thank the many writers that gave their time to organize their thoughts and give the blog its voice. Tom Steele, in addition to penning some posts, did all of the filming for the videos seen here (plus Liz for the Western Wall, and Ed also for the Western Wall as well as posting all the videos). I especially want to thank Bennett Frye, who gave up most of his free time and hauled many kilos of equipment all over the Middle East in order to photograph the entire trip (most of the photos on the blog are his).

The entire tour group echoes me when I say thanks to Ed, Cal, and Cindy, for all their work in planning and executing this trip for us. Even our tour guides were impressed at the caliber of the itinerary, and as you saw in the various posts, we experienced perspectives and emotions missed by most tourists and pilgrims. That a group of this size can travel this far and for this long, and have no major problems nor be at each others' throats, is strong evidence of their leadership, patience, and skill. At the dinner following our final concert, the group gave these fearless three a souvenir of the trip - mosaics of the Tree of Life, made in Jordan near Mt. Nebo.

Souvenirs for our leaders
I believe we have been successful here and have taken full advantage of the opportunity given to us. We've been successful both as pilgrims walking in awe in the steps of our Lord, and as messengers, sharing our ministry of God's Peace. Our pace was brisk and full, and the entire group rose to both the physical demands of the trip as well as the musical challenge. Cal and Yvonne deserve special mention for their talented performances, as well as their amazing ability to adapt to the available resources and the acoustic demands of the different venues. We were all eager to receive the inspiration waiting for us here - and believe me - we found it. Now we're ready to return and share this in Marietta!

Hello, I have been Luke, your blog guide, assistant to Captain Ed! Prepare for landing, and Welcome to America!
FPC Chancel Choir - Holy Land Mission Tour

Reflections on Weddings, Women, Worksheets, and Wisdom

Thursday, June 23, 2011
by Margaret Grayburn

We have had a life changing pilgrimage to the Holy Land.  We have been so blessed to be able to visit these lands and these fabulous peoples.  But my, the differences among the various cultures;  in how they express their beliefs and their respective levels of tolerance for those differences.  Below are some observations.

Weddings
Our first night in Amman, Jordan, a Wednesday, we were gathering for our devotion before going to dinner and had to move our meeting space.  Something was going on in the lobby of the hotel.  Lots of dancing, drumming, and singing!  Eventually it moved into one of the ballrooms.  It was a groom, the male members of his wedding party, and male guests.  But where were the women?  Curious.

Our second night in Amman, a Thursday, we found ourselves in the lobby area, hearing drums, bagpipes, and seeing dancers positioned on the spiral staircase going down to the floor below.  Moments later, a bride and groom arrived and slowly descended down the staircase amid lots of singing and dancing, as if they were the Pied Piper – all the guests followed them!  The bride was very recognizable as a bride, dressed in a beautiful white gown with long sleeves.  Her hair was completely covered, as was her neck, and she wore a bridal veil.  She was stunningly beautiful.  Moments later, the music started again and a second bride and groom appeared.  This bride was dressed very much like an American bride might be dressed, but she had long sleeves on her gown.  She did not have her hair covered.

On our third night in Amman, a Friday, a limo arrived.  A bride and groom exited the limo to a shower of sparklers many feet tall.  They, too, descended down the steps.  Moments later, many women dressed in beautiful garments, ranging from complete head coverings to some head coverings, to no head coverings, were back in the lobby riding the elevator to some unknown destination.  This was repeated at least three additional times that evening.  One of the brides had a gown with wide straps over the shoulders, but otherwise her shoulders were bare.  She wore a veil pinned to the back of her beautifully coiffed hair.  She could have been an American bride.
   
Each night we learned a little bit more of the wedding traditions for brides and grooms in Jordan.  The bride and groom arrive together at the reception, but then they have separate celebrations – one for the women and one for the men.  Very interesting.  It seems that weddings can take place any night of the week.  And weddings at hotels like where we were only happened if the groom’s family had money.  In Jordan, the groom’s family has to pay for the wedding.

On our second night in Jerusalem, Israel, a Monday, we drove by a wedding.  We didn’t get to take in any of the wedding traditions, as our viewing was so brief.  But the bride looked like what a bride in America might look like.  The next night, a Tuesday, was the same.

Our farewell dinner, a Thursday, was in Caesarea.  There, we viewed five different brides and grooms having their photo and video shoots.  Clearly, these too were families of a lot of money!

Our guide, Raymond, explained that in Israel weddings typically take place on Monday and Thursday evenings, which is a Jewish custom.  However, Muslim weddings in Israel also typically fall on Mondays and Thursdays.

Women
It was a curious thing to us.  At every restaurant in Jordan, we were served by men.  And the hotel “maids” were also men.  The same was true in Israel, until our final evening in Caesarea.  Where were the women?  In Amman and in Jerusalem, men and women worked at the front desk of the hotels.

Most of the merchants we saw in both countries were men.  But at one checkpoint, one of the Israeli soldiers entering our bus (machine guns in hand) was a woman.

In Jordan, most women wore head coverings.  And, typically, hair was completely covered.  While we were at the Dead Sea, a girl, probably in her teen years, swam in one of the hotel pools.  She was wearing something that looked somewhat like a wet suit, but not quite as tight.  Her entire head was covered with the same fabric, allowing just the oval of her face showing.  Her mother wore the traditional dress and head covering, leaving just her bare feet showing so she could wiggle her toes at the water’s edge.  We saw all manner of dress from western to full birka.

In Israel, we saw many women covering their heads, but not necessarily covering all of their hair.  And, while at the Wailing Wall, most Jewish women did not have their heads covered.

Our first concert in Israel was at St. George’s Episcopal Church in Jerusalem.  We were introduced to, and later treated to a tour of the facility by the Reverend Heather Mueller, one of the first legally ordained women pastors in the Episcopal Church.  She retired after 29 years as a pastor in Hawaii and is now working at St. George.  However, because she is a woman, she is not able to officiate in the church service in Israel.

While in Jordan, we toured an Art Museum.  We viewed a photograph of a Jordanian woman, head covered and dressed in the robe-like garment so common for women, with her wrists tied together with cloth.  The title for this piece of art was Bondage.  This begs the question – given a choice, do women want things to change?

Worksheets
In both countries the school year was just about done during our visit.  Both countries start their school year in early September.  And in both countries, the calendar for all schools is the same.  In Israel, because of religious holidays, some schools have different days off from time to time.  In Jordan, the school week is Sunday-Thursday.  And a teacher is paid 500 JD per month, which is about $750 per month.

In Israel, the public schools are segregated into two groups – Jewish schools and Muslim schools.  When school is in session varies between the two groups.  Christians go to private schools.  They attend school Monday-Thursday and Saturday.  The public school curriculum includes and is required to teach religion.  According to Raymond, our guide, a Jewish teacher teaching in a Jewish school earns $1500 per month while a Muslim teacher teaching in a Muslim school earns about $800 per month.

Wisdom
Sami, our Jordanian guide, told us on many occasions how the people of Jordan can peacefully coexist in the same communities while practicing different religions.
   
In Israel, troubles abound because everyone is not the same.  Being Jewish is not only a descriptor of religion but of ethnicity.  The same is true for other groups within Israel.  Politics aside, we have been asked several times on this trip by various people in Israel to pray for peace in Israel.  That is what we MUST do.

If this trip to Jordan and Israel were a field trip for my students at school, I might ask you to reflect on these observations during the trip and report your findings using a graphic organizer called a Venn Diagram – you know – circles that slightly overlap, yet have parts of the circle that are on their own.  Each circle would represent a country.  In the parts of the circles that overlap you write the information the countries have in common.  In the parts that do not overlap you write the information the countries do not have in common.

Your assignment:  Create a Venn Diagram comparing the above information of Jordan and Israel with what you know about the United States.  You should have a circle for each country, with overlaps for Jordan and Israel, Jordan and the USA, Israel and the USA, and one overlap for all three.

After viewing your Venn Diagram, how much are we the same and how much are we different?   Think also, how would you prefer your own culture be?  What kind of “Venn Blend”?  Be prepared to defend your answer.   Grades will be posted within the week.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Nazarene Village

Wednesday, June 22, 2011
by Patty Kerr

Gabriel, our tour company's founder
After a terrific lunch in the Old City at a cafe owned by the son of our tour guide, Raymond, we headed to the Church of the Holy Sepluchure, the site of Jesus's tomb.  The square surrounding the Church was crowded with Pilgrims of many nationalities.  The Church itself is representative of 4 nationalities reflected in the artwork.   The dome over the tomb is open allowing beautiful rays of sunlight to shine on the tomb area. Also contained in this place is the location of Mount Calvary. At one place Pilgims are able to touch the top. What is so unusual about this church is that instead of being a place of peace and hope, it is often a place of conflict.  Each of the nationalities claims worship areas for certain parts of the day and no one dare cross those lines!

Volunteers demonstrate the threshing floor
After a period of much needed rest, we headed to the St. Andrew's Church of Scotland for our evening's concert. As we boarded the bus and prepared to leave the hotel, we were greeted by Gabriel, the owner of our travel company.  He first thanked us for coming to the Holy Land.  He then presented us with beautiful crosses that he himself designed, depicting the loaves and fishes inside the cross.  He also made a very passionate request that we pray for his land.  Especially moving was his concern that soon there would be no Christians left in the Holy Land to protect our heritage.  Can you imagine that?  I hope that each of you will add this to your prayer list.

Bill, the goat shepherd
The church of St Andrews was a beautiful building.  The rounded shape of the chapel provided beautiful reflections of our music and the attendants were blessed by our offering. We were pleased to see many friends who attended previous concerts return to hear us again.

Kerry and Joanne dance on the grape-stomping pit
Tim works the olive press
Today, Wednesday, we headed to Nazareth.  Our first stop was the Nazarine Village.  The village was created as a replica of Nazareth during the time of Joseph and Mary,similar to what Williamsburg is to us.  An American family was there dressed in native costume threshing wheat and tending flocks of goats and sheep. Our guide mentioned that each summer many American families take advantage of this opportunity and information can be found on their website.  During our tour of the village we were able to see replicas that helped define many expressions found in the New Testatment, such as the camel going through the eye of a needle easier than a rich man.  The eye of the needle is represented by the poor man's gate and the rich man's gates in the city.

At the Nazarene Village, the choir spared a moment to sing. It can be viewed here:
The early Nazarene Village

Tonight will be our final concert at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Family in Raineh, Israel.We are looking forward to this last opportunity to share our music with God's people.

Middle Eastern Fare

Wednesday, June 22, 2011
by Tom Steele

Our venture is drawing to a close.  Today, we are departing Jerusalem.  While most tourist brochure photos concentrate on sites on or around the Temple Mount, the city itself is much more complex than that.  The Holy City within the city walls is abustle with a warren of crowded and aromatic commercial alley ways populated by countless small specialty stalls selling everything from toys and candy to clothing, spices, meats cut off hanging carcasses and fabulous Arab bakeries. Interspersed within the cacophonous corridors are religious shrines venerated by Christians, Jews and Muslims. Immediately adjacent to these sites are street vendors aggressively hawking their wares.  Outside the walls, a bustling international city reveals itself with impressive hotels and apartments and toney shopping districts ..... and highway strangling traffic that looks far too familiar to Atlanta commuters.

Miss Liz
One of our group, Miss Liz, a comely lass, has had some interesting interactions with some of the local citzens.  In Amman, while purchasing water at a local tea and coffee shop, she was invited by a gentleman to have tea with him.  She politely parried the invitation to which he replied, "You are a good woman."  In Jerusalem, a handsome and personable vendor, looking like a young Marlon Brando, selling scarves, water, caps and hats was obviously smitten by Miss Liz.  An offer of 100 camels was made for her hand.  We suggested that Liz hold out for 300 camels.  Some of us wondered what the conversion of camels for goats may be, but at $3,000/camel, we're sure that pasture requirements would be a limiting factor.  I might also add that Liz also posses two other requirements for a suitable suitor ... good teeth and a strong back.e

Barb and Tom, at one of many fine dining establishments
Homemade goodies after a concert
The choir has sung well, prayed often, and been fed spiritually by the faith and graciousness of the Jordanian and Palestinian Christian communities.  We have also been fed well and abundantly in Jordan, Palestine and Israel.  The dining fare has been varied and flavorful.  Understand that I am a true omnivore.  You could empty a vacuum cleaning bag on a plate and serve it with a butter, wine and shallot sauce and I would find it tasty, appreciating the fiber content if nothing else. That being said, the hotel buffets in Petra and Amman and Jerusalem offered a selection of salads and relishes that out rivals any we've ever experienced before.  For those of us in the South who long for the season of homegrown tomatoes, a sense of homegrown tomato comfort can be found here. Small, narrow cucumbers, petite okra pods, red and green cabbages and tomatoes, chopped or in wedges, flavored with extravagant use of parsley and mint.  Entrees included tender and flavorful braised meats and fish served in a milk and butter sauce.  In Jerusalem, a pita bread filled with an abundance of fresh vegetables and savory chicken with carmelized onions. The culinary highlight was a Jordanian luncheon served under a Bedouin goat hair tent at a restaurant considered the best in Amman.  The puffy Arabian breads served with a variety of chopped fresh vegetables, hummus, yogurt and nuts, tahini, brined vegetables, which we originally thought was the lunch, was followed by skewers of lamb, chicken and shish kabaob ... a true execise in flavorful bulk eating.  This was concluded with Bachlava (a little musical humor there) and fragrant glasses of hot minted tea or minted lemonade.  Did I mention Arab pastries?  Fabulous.

We are now enroute to Nazareth through a valley of agricultural abundance.  We have seen many sights and heard many tales of local life and living.  The choir and friends and spouses accompanying them are considerably richer now in Christian experiences and history.    

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The Western (prayer) Wall, Jerusalem

Tuesday, June 21, 2011
by Jim and Flora Speed

The group arrives at the Dome of the Rock
Today, we began the day climbing the Temple Mount on the eastern side of Jerusalem. There standing on the wide open surface facing the Dome of the Rock, our guide gave us a careful lesson in the long, complicated history of this special site and thus of Jerusalem. Hebrews, Romans, Greeks, Persians, Byzantines, Crusaders, Turks and various sects of Muslims have torn down and built here on the mount. The present predominating structure, the Dome of the Rock, is a beautiful octagon shaped and golden domed structure sacred to Muslims. By the complicated political situation neither Jews nor Muslims are allowed to worship there at this time.

FPC at the Western Wall
Nearby, by many steps down below is the last remains, a retaining wall, of Herod's Temple, the temple of Jesus'  time destroyed by the Romans in 70 AD. All that is left is a wide, flat,vertical stone wall, maybe 75 feet high and 100 feet long. This, the Western Wall or Wailing Wall is sacred to Jews, who come from all over the world to pray here and to press scraps paper with prayers in the cracks between the stones. We fulfilled our obligation and privilege to 700 of our fellow Presbyterians. Dividing into men and women - as is the strict requirement - we reverently approached the wall separately, prayed and placed the papers of all the prayers.

Footage from the Wall can be seen here:
Western (prayer) Wall Jerusalem

Since this place is holy to both Jews and Muslims, it is,  therefore, a place of tension and frequent trouble. We had to show passports and pass through security at check points twice.

The steps Jesus took
Patty leads our song in the dungeon
The experience of praying among devout Jews at their holy place moved us all. But the high moment, I think, for most of us was almost literally to walk where Jesus walked. Most of Jesus' Jerusalem is buried 12 feet below the surface of the streets of today, (War and destruction  and rebuilding on rubble.) but just by the church that marks the palace of the high priest where Jesus was put to trial and Peter denied him are to be seen the broken remains of the actual steps on which Jesus walked, or rather was forced to walk, up from the Garden of Gethsemene  in the Kidron Valley. Just there we climbed down many steps to see the dungeon where he must have been held overnight before he was taken to Pilate.  Moved by the powerful emotions in the room, we broke into impromptu song with "Surely the Lord is in This Place". The offering was both haunting and hopeful.

Our guide Raymond, and son George
After leaving Caiphas' palace we passed through the Zion Gate and down through the Armenian, the Jewish and the Christian quarter. Most of us enjoyed lunch at the sandwich shop there operated by the son of our guide.

Noon sunlight streams down on the
Tomb of the Holy Sepulcher
Walking through the Old City that day or earlier we all experienced the confusion, conflict, and complicated history of the buildings around the site of the crucifixion and and the place of Jesus' burial and resurrection, the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. We thank God that Christians from Armenians to Crusaders to Roman Catholics have marked these special places with churches and the like. But the precise spots are obscured not only by big buildings but also by time and cannot be exactly known. Nevertheless, we were there within a few feet from where our Lord was crucified, dead and buried and rose from the dead.

 Still the broken steps on which the Lord Jesus actually walked down into Gethsemene with his disciples and back up under arrest was felt by many of us as the most moving event of the day.

Tonight we give a concert at St. Andrews, the only Church of Scotland in Jerusalem.
To see a video from the concert, follow this link:
Order My Steps

From the Mount to the Valley, and Back

Monday, June 20, 2011
by Kerry Grayburn

Today was quite an extraordinary day.  Extraordinary not only for the sites we visited and the things we did as pilgrim/missionaries, but for the people we met, the cultural contrasts we encountered and how our hearts were touched by them.  As Debbie related on the most recent entry, we descended the Mount of Olives toward Jerusalem and passed through the Garden of Gethsemane.  At no time during our journey have we so closely walked where Jesus walked.  At no time did we so clearly see how the familiar accounts of Jesus' last days played out on the stage of this holy city.

Yvonne takes in the view of Jerusalem
Patty and Bo at the summit of the Mount of Olives
The view of Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives is breathtaking, the imposing walls stretching north to south along the Kidron Valley.  These walls enclose the Old City and the Temple Mount clearly identified by the presence of the brightly gilded Dome of the Rock Mosque.  The Kidron Valley stretching between our vantage point and the city is covered with thousands of graves.  These are graves of the faithful who wish to be as near as possible to the spot Messiah will first appear at his coming, the Mount of Olives.  Also visible in the mind's eye is the Jerusalem Cross, a figure formed by the movement of Jesus through the city on the day Of his crucifixion.  As our guide, Raymond, explained, centering on the Temple a cross can be mapped out with Gethsemane to the east, the court of the High Priest to the South, the Jerusalem residence of Pilate to the north and Calvary to the west. As your eye follows this Cross, you are transported. We were there.

Bob and Vivian at the Garden of Gethsemane
The oldest tree in the Garden
We continued down the Mount to Gethsemane. Where we followed Jesus' steps from a bit of a distance earlier, higher up the Mount, here we walked with Him. We walked around a carefully tended grove of olive trees protected by a fence.  It seemed to be a place of very limited admittance.  Raymond explained to us how scientists from UCLA had recently dated these gnarled and tortured trees to before the time of Christ.  These silent sentinels were there.  It sent chills. After viewing the Rock of Agony inside the church where the faithful from the beginning believe Jesus sweat drops of blood while in fervent prayer, we went back to the Garden thinking we would be exiting.  Unknown to us, the Franciscan father had spoken to Dr. Speed asking him if we were pilgrims or tourists.  Jim told him we were a church choir on a musical mission trip to the Holy Land.  The father much to our surprise and delight, concluded we were pilgrims and opened the gate to the Garden.  I suspect others felt as I did, but that experience of walking though those olive trees, knowing who had walked before was almost overwhelming.  More chills and some tears were a common experience.  The father made one request of us.  That we pray for peace.

Janice, Bruce, and Anne at the Church of the Nativity
The tour 'supports' the Church of the Nativity
(striving for shade)
Later in the day we crossed into Bethlehem to visit the Church of the Nativity, the church that was built over the cave believed to be the site of Jesus' birth.  Our morning experience could almost be termed sublime.  Our trip the few short miles to our Lord's birthplace was less so. Bethlehem is in the West Bank and is separated from Israel proper by the same 20 ft high concrete fence that encircles most of the West Bank.  Whatever its strategic merits this fence is ugly. We had to pass though a checkpoint to enter.  As tourists, We did so rather easily.  Native Palestinians and Israelis do not have it so easy, especially the Palestinians.  The economy of Bethlehem has suffered significantly since the construction of the wall as tourist dollars have dried up.  Many Palestinian Christians have left a city that was formerly majority Christian.  It is difficult to create a good life for oneself when the movement of people and goods is so restricted.  We offered our support the best way we knew how by giving our souvenir business to a worthy Palestinian Christian merchant.  The General Manager, Edward Tabash, asked to have a word with us as we descended on his store.  After describing the merits of his wares, he eloquently explained the plight of the Palestinian common man, not the leadership, the ordinary person caught up in forces beyond his control.  He made one request.  He asked that we pray for peace.  This is now the second person we encountered in only a few hours on opposite sides of a wall of separation whose only request of us is that we pray for peace.  These people are scared.

The Nativity Site
Back to the Church of the Nativity.  This building is the oldest church structure in continuous use up to the present time.  Built in the sixth century, it has withstood earthquake, fire, conquest and reconquest.  Damaged but not destroyed (:-))this church continues to serve the faithful to this day.  The interior shows its age.  The marble which originally adorned the walls was stripped, taken away and used when the Muslims decided the Dome of the Rock needed a face-lift.  Remnants of the beautiful mosaics that once covered the upper walls are still visible but the walls both upper and lower are mostly barren.  The original Byzantine columns that support the roof show evidence of fire damage.  Still the church remains a magnet to pilgrims wishing to visit the cave where Jesus was born.  It is ironic that one must pass checkpoints of armed men as testament to the disunity of our tmes to get a glimpse of the birthplace of the Prince of Peace. It is what it is.  A pleasant surprise to many of us was finding ourselves in the very cell where St. Jerome translated the Bible into Latin.  Along with Augustine's City of God, this was one of the most influential accomplishments of the early Church age, its effects felt for the next 1,000 and beyond.  We Were in that room.

On leaving the church, while waiting for our bus, some overly aggressive souvenir merchants descended on us.  What at first was mildly irritating became quite humorous as a couple of the ladies in our company became the objects of good natured matrimonial advance by our merchants desperate for a sale.  On learning that Debbie Harris' suitor offered 150 more camels for her hand than the 100 Liz Saunders was offered, Liz was comforted by the knowledge that Debbie's beau was offering only wooden camels while her 100 were the real thing.  So Les, if you wake one morning to find your driveway full of camels, you'll know its time to look for a suitable sight for a wedding reception.

We concluded our day with a concert at the Bethelehem Bible College.  Our audience started out modest but continued to grow throughout the performance which included our entire repertoire for the first time.  The reception and response was warm and enthusiastic, including a standing ovation, a couple of requests from the audience, and an encore. Perhaps the greatest compliment paid to us was the comment from one that when we performed, they felt loved; another expression of the need these people have for peace.  That is just how we wanted them to feel.

To see a video from tonight, follow this link:

I will conclude by telling you briefly (yeah, sure) about a couple more people we crossed paths with.  Roger is a Christian school superintendent from Kentucky returning from a mission trip to Kenya.  He listened to us at St Georges the night before and was moved to come again to this performance to hear more.  You could see him struggle with tears several times throughout the presentation.  A delightful man, our new groupie hitched a ride on our bus back to the hotel. Another is David Sawayfa, born to Muslim Palestinian parents but without a stomach, yes you heard right.  He was taken in by Dutch Christians, who were his surrogate parents through the many surgeries involved in the saving of his life.  His cheerful faith belies his hard life.  We exchanged information, and I hope to keep in touch.  Missionaries ministering other missionaries, amazing.

From the sublime beauty of the morning to the hardscrabble reality of life in the west Bank, a truly amazing day.

Shalom.

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Lights and the Garden of Jerusalem

Monday, June 20, 2011
by Debbie Harris

Heather guides Fran through the Festival of Lights
While you in Marietta are "traveling light" through the sermon series, we travelers were treated to the "Festival of Light" here in Jerusalem. After our concert and dinner Sunday night, Cal's friend, Reverend Heather Mueller, took us to the Damascus Gate of the Old City of Jerusalem where we began a phenomenal trek around and in this ancient site.  Our first stop was Zedekiah's Cave, (see 2 Kings 24).  This cave extends under the wall and streets of Jerusalem.  We were treated to a spectacular light and music show utilizing approximately 40 African masks as the "singers."

Bennett, in Zedekiah's Cave

The Masks
Imagine, a throng of people from American tourists to Hasidic Jews, enjoying this light extravaganza on a cool evening.  Other highights of the Festival included a tree totally covered with tiny white lights that were powered by solar panels; a band singing, "Twist and Shout" while the crowd danced, and a kaleidoscope of lights projected on the side of a church that used small groups of the crowd as the prisms of color.

We walked down long streets of cobblestone from one side of the city to the other, passing by hundreds of small shops, or "souks." What an exciting end to our first day in Jerusalem!

Monday morning's excursion was to the Mount of Olives.  We saw The Sanctuary of the Dominus Flevit, which is supposedly on the site where Jesus wept over Jerusalem. Our tour guide, Raymond, explained that in 1351, the Pope appointed one order of monks, the Franciscans, to be the custodians of the Holy sites in Jerusalem. We walked down the narrow steep road to the area where Jesus came to pray in the Garden of Gethsemane.  There is a small fence-enclosed area where about two dozen olive trees grow, and experts have determined that these trees were in this area when Christ came to pray.

There is a beautiful chapel here in which the rock believed to be where Jesus prayed and his sweat became blood as He prayed, "Not my Will...."  This beautiful chapel is very dark inside and much of the stained glass is purple, which helps to remind one of the deep sorrow Christ experienced there.

I was fortunate to strike up a conversation with the Franciscan father who oversees the garden of Gethsemane.  After thanking him for maintaining the site and explaining who our group was, he told us that we would be able to visit briefly in the enclosed Gethsemane garden.  As Dr. Speed explained to him, we are Pilgrims in this land of the Bible.