by cvbreno » 30 Mar 2010 10:02 am
Jerusalem weekend report --(actually, I learned that the Jews pronounce it Yer-u-sha-LA-eem) --
Finally, I got to be a tourist (or rather, a pilgrim) in the holy city. It's so easy now -- I complain about having to fly in economy class (company budget cuts), and then I think of the medieval pilgrams who took years to make the round trip on foot, sleeping in the straw at monasteries and at hazard from robbers and hostile Saracens, etc. I'm already back in the States, sitting in the airport at Dulles waiting for my connecting flight -- the only hazard is that the Starbucks on this concourse is closed for remodeling.
I arrived Friday morning, and walked around a little bit to get oriented. I did my best in only two days, but I was not able to see everything I had hoped. I didn’t realize, for example, that the wall-top walkway is open on Saturdays but you can’t buy tickets on Saturdays, so you have to get them in advance. You also have to order tickets in advance for the Western Wall tunnel tour. I also missed seeing the Ottoman Citadel (erroneously called the "Tower of David"), because I came at 2:15 in the afternoon but it closed at 2:00. Seems strange for a major attraction, but lots of things are like that in Jerusalem. Besides the Christian sites, I walked all over the Old City, and visited the Archeological Exhibit just south of the Temple mount, which shows layers of different ruins going back in time for 5000 years -- through Ottoman, Crusader, Byzantine, Roman, Israelite, and back to Canaanite eras. It was interesting to see the dozens of little pools for ritual bathing of the Jews just in front of the South entrance of the Temple. Some were designed with divided steps down and back up -- so those who were purified would not touch those waiting to go in. The ruins of the main Temple entry steps are there, but of course the doors have been walled up since the Dome of the Rock was built. Many huge stones lie around the outside of the walls where they fell when the Romans pulled them down. One piece was from the top southwest corner of the temple. It had a two-foot wide niche carved in it with the Hebrew inscription "house of blowing" -- this is where the priest stood with the shofar (or trumpet) to blow at certain times every day.
Because of the recent unrest over new construction in East Jerusalem, I didn't try to see the Mount of Olives, Bethany, or Bethlehem.
On Friday afternoon, I fwalked the Stations of the Cross on the Via Dolorosa, following the Franciscan monks who led the prayers, taking turns in five languages. There were well over 500 people in the group, so it was hard to hear what they were saying at the front sometimes, and certain parts of the walk were so narrow that it took a long time for the crowd to get through. Just as our prayers began at 4 pm, the loudspeakers began to blare the Muslim call to prayer at full volume, too. The first several stations are in the Muslim quarter. The final stations are inside the Holy Sepulcher church, so that was very crowded too. I went back on Saturday to see everything better, but I still could not get into the actual tomb of Christ due to the long lines. I attended daily mass at the Notre Dame Center in the evening, followed by the buffet dinner which was pretty good. FYI, I HIGHLY recommend the Center for all Catholic pilgrims to Jerusalem. It's not particularly luxurious, but it's spotlessly clean and the staff is top-notch, friendly and helpful, kind of like staying at a Ritz Carlton. It's right across the street from the New Gate and very convenient to the Christian holy sites. It's also a very peaceful and comfortable place to stay, with priests and nuns everywhere, daily Mass, and many tour groups from parishes all over the world.
There are lots of tour groups all over the city, of course. Sometimes the crowds traveling together can clog the narrow streets and get annoying. The most annoying are generally the protestant groups, sad to say. They sing loud hymns on the street and they even break into song inside the Catholic and Orthodox churches where people are praying quietly. I also saw a group sort of take over a part of a museum, praying out loud and singing hymns. Enthusiasm is great, and they weren’t bad singers, but they should be more considerate of others and not act like the whole city is their private worship space. Since they sang well in four part harmony, I was tempted to ask if they were from the CoC. I held my tongue, however.
It was also remarkable to see the great number and variety of priests, monks, and nuns of all kinds: Franciscans, Jesuits, Dominicans, various Eastern Catholics, Greek Orthodox, Armenian, Syrian, Coptic, etc., plus several different Jewish sects that wear strange clothes. Unfortunately there are about six different Christian groups that share custody of the Holy Sepulcher Church, and they have been known to get into fist fights with each other over their “turf” and privileges (e.g., the exact position and ownership of a chair on the roof).
Early on Sunday morning, I went back to the Holy Sepulcher church to try to get into the tomb, but it was already too late. The procession for the Catholic Palm Sunday mass was just starting. I told my choir director back home that I didn’t miss out on the lengthy Palm Sunday chants after all. We (about 50 Franciscan brothers, 40 priests, two bishops, a cardinal, some high-ranking knight (Hospitaller?) wearing a Jerusalem Cross medal on his cape, a couple of hundred attendees, and me) did the WHOLE THING (Tridentine Latin Mass) for three hours. They handed out paperback books for the liturgy, with translations in 5 or 6 languages, and all the chants and hymn music, so I was able to participate in the chants. The scripture readings were in Arabic, but I assume they rotate languages for different masses or different years. At times it was impossible to hear the readings, due to the VERY noisy Greek and Coptic masses going on simultaneously -- imagine loud bells and gongs, drums, chants in several languages, shaking of palm branches, and women ululating at a scream volume, all in a stone church that echoes. I guess it’s unusual this year that the Catholic and Orthodox are having Easter at the same time, but you would think they could sit down and hammer out a schedule to share the church at different times!
The Catholic procession went around the Holy Sepulcher several times through all the dozens of verses of the antiphons, and then crowded into the Franciscan corner of the church for the full mass. Apparently the cental part of the church is controlled by the Greek Orthodox. Anyway, we were all jammed into this corner, so I was only about 20 feet from the altar. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t receive a palm branch or communion, but the traffic flow was very confusing with the crowd surrounding the altar in all directions, and all the priests concelebrating, and the friars blocking the aisles, etc. Still, it was a great experience. I did have communion at the Saturday vigil mass the evening before.
After mass, I had to leave for the airport. As I waited for the shuttle bus, a parade stopped in front of the ND Center, led by Arabic Christian Boy Scouts and a very good drum and bagpipe corps. They were going up to the Mount of Olives to lead the big procession into the city that afternoon.
Overall, it was a very moving experience, that I wish you could ALL have at least once in your lives. I will certainly try to go back with my wife after our kids are grown.
Blessings to all of you during this Holy Week!
~ Chris