Yep, I know, no catchy title - I'm a little intimidated by the previous blogs, and being a newbie at all this, I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up... some of these are big acts to follow!
OK, here goes:
Today has been one of the more emotional days for me - more high highs and low lows. But let me start with the contrast between Ibillin and Bethlehem. Ibillin was certainly not "Kansas", but it was also very pastoral, so much so that even with the relative poverty there, and the blatant injustice of Biram and other villages, these people have for the most part built good lives out of the rubble of the past. The people we met in Ibillin are some of the most welcoming and loving people I've ever met. Bethlehem is also full of warm, welcoming, and loving people; but we are DEFINITELY not in "Kansas" any more. I feel like I'm in one of the street sceens from the Disney "Aladdin" movie, where Aladdin steals the bread and dashes/climbs away from the guards... we are there! The streets are overflowing with wonderful colors and scents, just pouring out of the tiny shops and into the unbelievably narrow streets and alleyways. (Remember Raymie's blog about the bus from "Harry Potter" - it's true!) Anyway, Bethlehem is just total, colorful, chaos (at least until the streets roll up shortly after dark, then it's a completely different place - we had a delightfully quiet stroll after dusk one evening).
But I digress... today... We started with a tour of "the wall". I'd heard that it's tall. I'd heard that it's bad for the people who are separated from work or family. But hearing is such a small fraction of impact compared with seeing. The wall is ENORMOUS! Imagine a 3 or 4 story high wall being erected along East Ave (or pick any other street in your favorite town), following it to 4th, arbitrarily curving around First Pres, cutting it off from the street on 3 sides, and making it impossible for anyone from South Livermore to get to downtown... not to mention Church, or
work, or school (OK, maybe some would not complain too much about that, but think of your poor parents, stuck with you home all day, with nothing to do but get into trouble...) Anyway, it follows that most folks wouldn't be too happy about that, but those of us stuck in South Livermore, with no access to grocery stores, hospitals, our jobs, would have some major complaints with the "others" who built that damn wall. If we were lucky, we'd have some wise folks living there, like the people we've met here, who would encourage us to do all we can to help ourselves, with medical services, building our own schools, encouraging positive outlets for all those negative feelings... but I'd guess that a few of us would get really fed up and throw a few rocks - how could we not? Today we saw the wall - up close and personal. We as people are totally dwarfed by it, but the spirit of those locked behind it has not been dwarfed. The graffiti on the wall tells a very human story - some of it is angry, some of it is satirical (and very funny in a very dark way), and some of it is hopeful and beautiful; but all of it is moving. And one cannot help but compare it to the Berlin Wall. How could our government condemn the one, and help build the other? A big part of what I feel here is shame. And guilt. How have we let this happen?
Later today, on our running tour of Old Jerusalem, (I'm pretty sure that Jerusalem must translate to "the city of stairs" in some language) we visited an ancient, still used Aramaic Church. We climbed down into the lower level of the church, where they claim something happened 2000 years ago (I'm sorry, it's late, and they've all run together) and there, a nun sang the Lord's Prayer for us in Aramaic. It was breathtakingly beautiful. We continued to a garden near an ancient tomb, believed by some to be Jesus'. It is a peaceful, believable setting. There we shared communion, and shared some time with each other. Our next stop was at an organization which is working to aid Palestinians with access to health care, youth services, etc. The gentleman we talked with (fyi, I'm pretty sure he's Dane's long lost Arabic cousin - we took pictures) was so filled with hope, and full of belief in the power of the individual, that we left that place feeling that these people have a chance... maybe there really is hope. We can pray.
Peace and Love from the Holy Land,
Ellen (E-Dawg)
p.s. GOOD LUCK, Brandon, on your Olympic Trials!!!!! We're praying for you, too!