Saturday, April 14, 2007

I'm back

Israel...Tons of things to write about, tons to say, but all of it scrambled around in a confused and jumbled mess of experiences that need untangling. A few flashed images to flash before you to give you an idea.
Good Friday, in the holy seplecure, kneeling at the stone where Jesus' body was prepared for burial, I touch the stone with my cross, people are wailing all around me, then I stand up, something hits the back of my head, everything goes black for a second, I step away, behind me stands a 12 foot tall candleabra with a stylized silver crown surrounding it. I ended up with a Holy Bump.
The Old City itself is filled with people doing their job. Their job is to take your money, either by begging, befriendment, or sale. The city is full, a crush of people.
The Kidron Valley should be called the Kidron dip.
The Mount of Olives and the Mount of Beatitudes, both or much more spiritual, you feel like they are places where Jesus would want to be, as opposed to Jerusalem, where he had to be.
More soon.