I don’t plan to use my blog to give you a moment-by-moment account of our time in the Holy Land, but I do want to give you some idea of what we’re seeing. Let me mention a few highlights from this past week.
On Wednesday morning we began at the top of the Mount of Olives and worked our way down the mount to the Kidron Valley. For the sake of our church, Ascension, I should mention that we visited one site that has been associated with Jesus’ Ascension, which now, ironically, is supervised by Muslims. More important to me was a visit to the Pater Noster (Lord’s Prayer) Church. Also a possible site for the Ascension, this site preserves a cave where Jesus may have withdrawn for prayer and teaching his disciples. Jesus didn’t teach the Lord’s Prayer here but may have used it in this place. The site has the Lord’s Prayer printed with beautiful ceramic tiles in over 50 languages. I found it special to join with our group in praying the Lord’s Prayer there — and then having our group members recite the Lord’s Prayer in their native languages — Maori, Samoan, Polish, Spanish. Further down the mount we visited the Church of All Nations, built on the supposed site of the Garden of Gethsemane. The church had a beautiful
garden with large, old, gnarled olive trees. Were they there at the time of Jesus? Probably not, but the roots of some of the current trees may actually be that old.
Friday we visited the Western Wall. I joined other men, many Jews dressed in various kinds of Hasidic clothes, to pray at the wall. (This wall contains stones that remain from the foundation of Herod’s Temple in Jesus’ time.) It was a special moment for me to touch those stones that were there in Jesus’ day and pray — pray for my family, pray for you and our Ascension family, and pray for the peace of Jerusalem.
After that we continued on to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. This church goes back to a church that was built by St. Helen, the mother of the Emperor Constantine, around 340 A.D. The church is supposedly built over the place of Calvary and the empty tomb. (The church is jointly administered by several, often feuding Christian groups; a Muslim family is the keeper of the key to the church because none of the Christian groups trust each other with the key!) For Protestant tastes, the church is overdone, but it reflects the typical piety and decoration of Eastern Orthodox churches. We climbed up to a couple of altars built at the site of the crucifixion; I touched the stone that supposedly lay at the base of the cross and caught Jesus’ blood; we climbed down from Calvary and entered the tomb where Jesus was buried and from which he was raised from the dead. It was a special moment to pray at that traditional place of resurrection.
A day in the previous week we visited what is called “The Garden Tomb.” Although most scholars doubt that this is the original place where Jesus was buried, it was identified by a British General Gordon in the 19th century as a more likely place for Jesus’ death and burial. There is a rock formation that looks like a skull (”Golgotha” and “Calvary” mean “the place of the skull”); a first century tomb has been found there, and the site has a lovely garden. Whatever the historicity of the site, it is a beautiful place to visit; the quiet and beautiful garden lends itself to meditation and reflection on Jesus’ death and resurrection.





