After a bad night coughing, I felt pretty rough for the next day of being a pilgrim in the Holy Land. Today we went to the Mount of Olives and walked down the way Jesus would have entered Jerusalem on Palm Sunday. The way was very steep. It was hard not to keep stopping to take more and more photos of amazing views over the city. At the Church of the Pater Noster, we stood in a circle, holding hands as we said the Lord’s Prayer. Afterwards our guide said the prayer in Arabic. It was a powerful moment. Then to the Garden of Gethsemane, to wonder at the twisted beauty aged olive trees. The Church of All Nations was an amazing space. In part of the garden overlooking the city we shared communion and sung ‘Jesus remember me, when you come into your kingdom’ during the intercessions. We were let loose without our guide to wander in Jerusalem and find somewhere for lunch. I loved our meander, walking the streets, seeing spreads of fresh produce laid out for sale – chamomile, spinach, strawberries, cauliflower, and baskets of fresh spices. I felt my heart and mood lifted! In the Garden Tomb we had a different guide who rather movingly told us his faith story as part of the tour. En route back to our guest house, we got off the coach and walked through the checkpoint and turnstiles and narrow corridor that some of us saw part of yesterday. It was quiet and rather eery. We could see no soldiers, but knew they were watching. On the barrier wall words were written by someone presumably queuing up to pass through: ‘have compassion’. Later we had a walking tour through Bethlehem on the search for gifts and souvenirs. I find the walking a lovely intimate way of being introduced to this complex place, step by step, and speaking a little to individuals living and working here.

In this place,

I can remember who I am

and where I belong …

among friend and stranger

may I recognise Christ

in me and beside me. Amen

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