Via Dolorosa, stations of the cross, Church of Holy Sepulchre


We went to the Old City today, which is divided into 4 quadrants, the Armenian section, the Jewish, the Muslim, and the Christian. They all have a flavor of their own and bazaars everywhere. Herzl, our Israeli guide, would not “allow” us to shop (seriously-he was our boss on that topic and this was hard to do!). So, we stayed true to our tour and it was truly an amazing day. We started our walk down the Via Dolorosa, path of suffering, at station 5 of the cross, and walked the path that Christ walked with the cross on his back. When we arrived at the end of the Via, we waited in line to enter the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, which was built in 300 AD by the emperor Constantine. After the Muslims destroyed the church, it was rebuilt and is today considered to be one of the most important of all Christian sites in the world. Kent pointed out that ironically, to enter the church of the Holy Sepulchre, the keys are entrusted to a Muslim family who hand the responsibility and the keys down each generation. Apparently the Christians fought too much over this job so they were relieved of the keys! The church contains the last 5 stations of the cross. We climbed into a small area to touch the stone where the cross was located, as our group sang countless refrains of “The Old Rugged Cross,” a beautiful moment. Kent annointed each of us with some oil and the sign of the cross and the words, “He is risen. He lives in you.” Another amazing day in this truly Holy Land. Good night from Jerusalem, Karen


Nazareth Academic Institute

We had such a treat in visiting the Nazareth Academic University one day, the 1st university founded by Israel’s Palestinian Arab population. All students are required to complete a core education in peace studies, and classes are conducted in Arabic, Hebrew, and English. We had a presentation and tour of the school, and we were all so impressed with NAI’s mission: to be a multicultural center for peace and to create diverse, responsible citizens for Israel’s future. There are 2 majors, Communications and Chemistry, and the student population is 90% women. With Arabs and Jews studying together, it seemed like a glimmer of hope for future peace in this land. Martha and I had a good conversation with 2 students, Eman Nijmegen and Christena Shehadeh. They were well-spoken and excited to show us their school. Eman, the young Arab student, said, “My dream is to be a journalist.” They showed us the journalism workrooms, and Martha and I are now Facebook and Instagram friends with the girls. Since Palestinian Arab families earn about 60% of the annual income earned by Israeli Jewish families, this is a crucial step in educating young Arab students and trying to equalize this educational gap.
This was a great experience for our group, and many of us are planning to pledge support for their cause. Always something to learn in Israel, Karen

Mt. of Olives, Upper Room, Church of All Nations

Monday we set out to “conquer” Jerusalem and it was a beautiful start to our days here. We went to the Mt of Olives, located in east Jerusalem, a scene filled with ancient olive trees. The Mt is known as a location for Jesus’ teachings to his students and where he wept over Jerusalem. The 3000 year old Jewish cemetery is also located here with over 150,000 graves spread across the hills. At the foot of the Mt of Olives is the Garden of Gethsemane where Jesus went after the Last Supper the night before his crucifixion. It was a cloudless hot day for our walks, and the sights were stunning and humbling. Some of the olive trees are said to be old enough to have been there during Jesus’ day. We all imagined that to be true!
The Church of All Nations, located at the base of the hill, was built in the 1920’s largely through gifts of the Roman Catholic Church. There are mosaics representing various stories in the Bible, including Jesus praying alone and Judas’ betrayal.
We also went to the Upper Room located above the tomb of David. This was where Jesus’ final meeting with his disciples took place and where they broke bread together in the first Christian communion.
Dormition Abbey was another stop, a beautiful church located above Mary’s possible tomb. We had a quiet moment in there and sang “Amazing Grace” together. There are conflicting views on the location of the tomb of Mary. When we were in Turkey last year, we saw her reported tomb above Ephesus. Kent said that there are valid claims for both.
All of these visits were combined with lunch at a typical Israeli restaurant overlooking the city and then back to the hotel (Leonardo Plaza). The pilgrimage continues. Good night from Jerusalem, K


Such a thrill to round the curve on the bus, look to the left and see Jerusalem in all her splendor, the capital of ancient Israel, the city of David. Our bus tour guide managed to have the song “Jerusalem” playing so loud on the sound system. It was quite an entrance (obviously not their 1st rodeo here 🙂
We arrived there after leaving the Dead Sea in the morning, stopping at Qumran to see the Dead Sea scrolls and driving for a couple of hours. The scrolls were discovered in Qumran in 1947, the same year that the UN voted to recognize Israel. The scrolls were originally cut up by the father of the young Bedouin boy who discovered them. He sold them to people, and they were later offered for sale in a Wall Street Journal ad. An Israeli flew to America, bought them for $98 and took them back to Israel. (Of course it would have been a different story if eBay and Facebook had been around)
So, back to Jerusalem–a stunning city, comparable in size to Indianapolis but more tightly compacted. The song which was played and sung on the bus became Israel’s anthem in 1967, following its victory in the historic Six Day War, which increased Israel’s territorial expansion at the expense of the Palestinians. The street signs in Jerusalem are written in Hebrew, Arabic and English, lending a cosmopolitan feel to the city.
We went straight to Bethlehem, passing through the security check points quickly as a result of our bus driver Zion (an Israeli Christian) vouching for our American status. The wall is of course omnipresent, having been built by the Israelis after the Intifada to separate Jerusalem and Bethlehem. Palestine is an occupied territory and no Israelis are allowed to live there. Tourism has been very scarce in Israel in the last few years, with American #s down drastically for obvious reasons (intifada violence, suicide bombings, CNN reports).
We were welcomed at our 1st stop in Bethlehem with great enthusiasm! Our guide took us to a Palestinian bazaar which specialized in jewelry and wooden products. (creches and crosses 🙂 They were bursting with happiness to help us (reminded me of merchants in Turkey trying to sell us oriental rugs or anything). When I went to make my purchase, they told me that they were not set up with the machine to accept American Express but that they would gladly accept my personal check (I’m not kidding). They had already told Martha the same thing. So I said that I would just not buy it. Voila–they found the machine!
Bethlehem’s unemployment rate is 40%, very sad. There are 30,000 people, Palestinians, living there and many refugee camps throughout. Approximately 3000 men start lining up at the security checkpoints at around 2:00 am most early mornings so they will be in position to pass thru the gates when they open at 5:00 am. Their goal– to try to find work, the impossible dream.
We visited the church of the Nativity, an obviously moving experience. We waited in line amongst many nationalities for about an hour and a half ( without being irreverent, think lines at Disneyworld-very tight quarters). I observed that we were the only Americans there that day by the languages and cultures mingling together. There was a true spirit of unity, however, in the humbling experience of being in the place where Christ was born. Once we queued up to take the few steep steps down into the chamber (with a couple of moments of panic by Martha before she could descend amidst the crowd and claustrophobia), we immediately heard the sounds of Silent Night. Our St. Luke’s group stayed in the birthplace for a few minutes and sang after touching the sacred star one by one.
We also visited the Catholic Church from which Christmas Eve services are televised from Bethlehem every year-it looked very familiar.
Following the church, we took the bus to Bethlehem Bible College, an interdenominational college conducting most of its instruction in Arabic. Its founder, Dr. Bishara Awad, was a college friend of Kent and Minnieta’s at Dakota Wesleyan. He told the story of how a Palestinian Christian (himself) ended up in South Dakota in 1959. The college is trying to educate Christian Palestinians in their own land in hopes that they will live and work in Palestine in the future, promoting peace and hope for the future. The college is not allowed to accept foreign students, per the Israeli occupation.The current Christian population in Israel has declined to only 1.2 %, as opposed to the dominance of Muslims and Jews so Dr. Awad’s dream is a worthwhile one.
I just finished the novel, The People of Forever Are Not Afraid, a story of 3 young women who go into the Israeli Defense Force following high school graduation. This is a right of passage for all Israeli youth (except strict Orthodox Jews who are currently exempted, a rule which is being challenged). Although not my favorite book, it has given me such insight into the life of an Israeli, much as The Lemon Tree clarified the Israeli/Palestinian conflict. This is a complex country. We heard of a drone attack last week by the Israelis to a target in Gaza, always troubling. When we got on the bus this morning, we found out that our bus driver Zion’s sister and family had been part of the Palestinian retaliation strike early this morning. Their kitchen and living space were destroyed by the air strike, but miraculously their 3 children and his sister and husband were all fine. We are taking a collection for them tomorrow. It seems that Eretz Yisrael (land of Israel) and Arde Falastin (land of Palestine) are still very far apart in reconciliation.
Good night from old Jerusalem, Karen