Bethlehem

I’ve fallen behind by a couple days on this travel journaling exercise.  In an effort towards complete records, I’ll type this one up but without any promises of quality of detail.

This was our first official experience of the security barrier that separates Israel from the West Bank.  In fact, the barrier is visible right from Tantur.  We are the last stop before Jerusalem hits the wall and Bethlehem begins.  And this portion of the barrier is the wall in its “full glory”, a monstrous concrete divider, comparable to what used to cut through Berlin.  One real blessing of this class is that Charles has a truly uncanny list of contacts.  During our time here, we will interact and dialogue with Christians and Muslims and Jews, along with people living on both sides of the wall.  They range from religious to secular in their mindsets and from high scholars down to “common folks” in terms of their education.  The spectrum is wonderfully diverse, and I’m grateful for it.

Our first stop took us beyond Bethlehem, where the fertile land begins to turn to wilderness, to a place where Herod the Great once again exercised his architectural genius. Continue reading

Armed with a Nikon

A year go, we bought ourselves a Nikon D5000, as nice of a camera as we’ll likely ever own.

A month ago, we bought a new lens for it, “new” meaning “new to us”.  We bought it from our friend “Photographer Cody”, who had upgraded.  Our new lens is 18-200mm, and it looks fairly long when you’ve got it zoomed in.

I asked a co-traveler to photograph me at a site recently.  She zoomed in tight on me, lengthening the lens to its extreme.  One of our resident “funny men” exclaimed, “That’s not a camera; it’s a cannon.”

Without even missing a beat, she replied, “It’s not a Canon; it’s a Nikon.”

Clever and quick people make me smile.

Old City Jerusalem

After a free morning, we headed to the Old City of Jerusalem for an “official tour”.  This is ground that I’ve wandered a number of times, enough to be familiar with.  But never before had I been led by a guide.  How worthwhile would it be?

Extremely! Continue reading

Why Pray?

If we can slow ourselves and quiet ourselves, these words may speak into that question:

“It is through prayer… that one will be given the most powerful light to see God and self.” (Angela of Foligno)

Reflecting on her years in monastic life with its prayerful patterns that she didn’t always value, Joan Chittister adds this word:

“It took years of repetition, years of chant strung high as a wire, years of recitation droned into space for me to realize that like water on a rock, the words were melting into my soul, etching furrows in my mind, turning me into themselves, disappearing into the whispers of my heart.  Prayer, the regular discipline of resting in God, had become a way of life.”

Later, I found this, in response to Angela of Foligno’s quote:

“When we turn God into a vending machine, when we pray to ‘get’ things rather than to get God–there is no ‘enlightenment’ in that.  When prayer is a journey into the mind and heart of God, into the nature of life, into the shaping of a holy heart, then it is necessarily enlightening.  We come to understand ourselves: our fears, our darkness, our struggles, our resistance.  Then we are faced with choice.  That is enlightenment.”

Then a final section spoke of one other danger in prayer, that we might try to use it as an escape from life.  This was addressed swiftly:

“If prayer becomes the way we give ourselves permission to escape life around us, it is not prayer.  It is some kind of self-induced hypnotism, at best.  Real prayer plunges us into life, red and raw.  It gives us new eyes.  It shapes a new heart within us.  It makes demands on us.  It requires that we become the hands of the God we say we have found.”

And that is plenty for today.

Tantur: First Day

Today was the start of summer school.  It began with an early breakfast and a lecture by an Muslim professor from one of Jerusalem’s universities.  He presented us with an Introduction to Islam.  Some of what he shared was familiar from things I’ve read or studied before, but he certainly went more in-depth on some of the inner workings and schools of thought within Islam than I’d ever heard about before.  As well, to state the obvious, an interactive dialogue with a devout and scholarly Muslim is certainly a different experience than any book on my shelf is capable of providing to me.  I’m not convinced that it was it was the most profound lecture for my personal journey, but I’ve had much trouble connecting one idea to ten other ideas, so I’ll take what I was given and run with it somewhere, I’m sure. Continue reading