Holy Week in a Day

By Meta Braymer

Imagine packing all the places and events of Holy Week into 8 hours. Imagine packing into those same hours a visit to the Dome of the Rock where Mohammed ascended into heaven, to King David’s tomb, to a 1600 year old Armenian Cathedral, and more. That was our day, and it was physically, emotionally, and spiritually overwhelming. Only now as I sit quietly in my room away from the crowds of people in Jerusalem can I begin to reflect on and process this day.

Holy Week was especially meaningful to me this year, and, although we didn’t visit the sites today in the order they occurred, being where Jesus walked was a profoundly spiritual experience. At the Mount of Olives, we sat in the church built where Jesus wept over Jerusalem saying, “if you had only recognized in this day the things that make for peace. But now they are hidden from your eyes.” (Luke 19:41-42).

Olive trees in the Garden of Gethsemane where Jesus prayed and was betrayed.

Olive trees in the Garden of Gethsemane where Jesus prayed and was betrayed.

We walked a short way from the Mount of Olives on the Palm Sunday path. We stood in the room of the Last Supper and walked around the beautiful Garden of Gethsemane where Jesus prayed and was betrayed.

We visited the chapel built where Pilate had Jesus flogged, and we walked the Via Dolorosa. In the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, we saw the rock that anchored the cross on which Jesus was crucified, the stone slab on which his body was prepared for burial, the tomb Joseph of Arimathea provided and from which Jesus rose. In the distance, we saw the site of the Ascension.

Now as I reflect on the day, I am making Holy Week connections to people we’ve met on this pilgrimage. Abuna Chacour told us, “When you go to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, don’t stay in the tomb. He is not there. He has risen. Go out in the world and get to work.”

And today we witnessed the risen Christ in two men we met. We talked with an Israeli Jewish father whose 14 year old daughter was killed by a suicide bomber and to a Palestinian Christian father whose 12 year old daughter was shot and killed as the family went through a checkpoint in Bethlehem on the way to shop. They now work together for peace and reconciliation in Israel through an organization called Parents Circle Families Forum.

They have chosen love and forgiveness rather than anger and hate. One reminded us that on the cross, Jesus said, “Father forgive them for they know not what they are doing.”  He said that without God he could not forgive. They both believe they can help bring change by telling their stories; they believe that God created all people in his image and that we must see each other as human beings. They asked us to help them tell the stories.

Those of us on this pilgrimage have been moved today by holy sites and holy moments. We have been challenged to love all our neighbors, to practice forgiveness, and to recognize “in this day the things that make for peace.

Pilgrimage To Ibillin

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PILGRIMAGE TO IBILLIN
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WE COME TO IBILLIN AS STRANGERS ON A BUS
AND LEAVE AS FRIENDS.

WE HAVE BREATHED THE AIR OF IBILLIN,
HIGH SCHOOL AND KINDERGARTEN.
TOGETHER IN CLASS WE LINED UP,
AND ENJOYED THE DANCE OF RELATIONSHIP
AS WE GOT TO KNOW THESE CHILDREN OF PALESTINE.

WE HAVE LISTENED TO STORIES OF VILLAGES
BURIED AND FORGOTTEN
IN THE SHADOW OF FOREIGN PINE.
WE HAVE WALKED THE OVERGROWN PATHS
LONG FORGOTTEN IN THE SHADOW OF THE HILL.

WE ARE NOT EXPECTING THE PEACEFUL BEAUTY
OF THE PEOPLE AND THE LAND.
AND YET WE ENCOUNTER THEM IN THE PARADOX OF PEOPLES
AS WE SLIDE ACROSS LAKE GALILEE AND CAST OUR NETS.

WILL WE RETURN TO IBILLIN AGAIN?
I DO NOT KNOW
YET IBILLIN REMAINS WITH US
AND GENTLY WAITS,
FOR US TO TELL OUR STORY.

Karen Rizzello. 2015.

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What Is The Truth?

by Alan Dorway

Happy Mother’s Day

Jesus answered, Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to me.
Pilate asked him, “What is truth?” (John 18:37b-38a, NRSV)

As I spent today visiting the upper Galilee, the phrase Pilate asks Jesus, “What is the truth?”, resonated through my mind. Is the truth Palestinians walked away from their villages willingly or that 531 Palestinian villages where destroyed? Is the truth we visited a national park today looking at second century ruins or that today I visited the bombed out home (one among many) of Elias Chacour?

Wall still standing in the destroyed village of Bir'am, home of Abuna Chacour.

Wall still standing in the destroyed village of Bir’am, home of Abuna Chacour.

Is the truth Jesus actually multiplied the loaves and the fishes here?

Church of the Multiplication of the Loaves and Fish, Tabgha on the Shore of the Sea of Galilee.

Church of the Multiplication of the Loaves and Fish, Tabgha on the Shore of the Sea of Galilee.

Is the truth that Jesus actually blessed Peter on this rock found in the Primacy of Peter Church?

Church of the Primacy of St. Peter.

Church of the Primacy of St. Peter.

Is this beautiful vista where Jesus took some time to give the sermon in the mount?

View from the location of the preaching of the Sermon on the Mount

The answer to me is that it’s complicated. I know my faith guides me to believe and even celebrate the many areas in upper Galilee our group visited today. I know my reading of scripture will never be the same as now when I read of Jesus asking the disciples to recast their nets or when Jesus walks on the water toward the boat buffeted by the winds, I will have a sense of “yes, this really happened, I was there”.

Yet, as I visit Israel, I am finding more questions than answers. I am hearing stories of Palestinian Christians who have been persecuted throughout their lives. I know later in this pilgrimage I will hear stories of faithful Jewish and Muslim believers striving for peace and freedom in this Holy Land.

I’m wondering if Jesus did not answer Pilate because he too knew it was complicated and only through digging and learning and seeking and seeing and praying, will we be able to peel away enough of the layers to get to the truth. We on this trip know Jesus is the truth. We are listening to Jesus and still finding it complicated.

Jesus knew how to love God with his entire being and love his neighbor. I find that getting frustrated at the layers of story move me away from this truth: I am a follower of Christ loving God with my entire being and loving my neighbor. Today, this radical call to love deeply is all I could hold on to as walking where Jesus walked and riding on a boat where Jesus called neighbors to be fishers of humanity was getting swallowed up. This land needs hope, so do I. We all need hope. Jesus tells us to listen to him. Lord, I am trying my best. Help me to love and in your truth learn to have hope for all of your children.

Peace, Alan Dorway