Goody Two Shoes is Humbled
I did not want to go, I thought of staying home and sulking, I was mad, I was fed up.
Four members of my family including my new daughter in law were going to the Old City of Jerusalem to watch and join in different Good Friday services starting at around 6pm.
As they had to walk due to traffic jams the thought of getting some steps in to try to reach my 10,000 steps a day goal persuaded me to join in.
The atmosphere was electric. This year Eastern and Western Easter were at the same time and Passover as well, this does not happen often.
We made several attempts to get to the Church of the Resurrection, we were turned around at Police barriers. Earlier in the day there had been a fatal stabbing just outside the Old City walls. The atmosphere was tense.
Finally we arrived to thousands of people milling around, we heard languages from all over the world, church services being conducted and co ordinated (even if it did not feel like it) from many corners of the church. We joined in the Greek Orthodox one.
I soon got bored and went to sit on some steps which lead to a roof and amazing passageway high up which had great views over the entrance to the Resurrection church. I decided to explore but stopped after a while as the sun had gone down rendering everything dark...and a bit scary to be honest.
After queueing and being squashed we made it into the traditional sight of Jesus's resurrection. My legs were aching and we were all a bit tired.
Last stop was down to the lowest point of the church, more likely to be the burial level of Jesus's time. After taking a few pictures of me depositing a prayer request behind a frame we were approached by 3 people in yellow hats and blue tourist badges around their necks. They wanted to know the history of the place we were in.
After initial explanations we moved to the 'where are you from?' type of questions......we got a surprising answer.
Egypt, Alexandria, place of the recent bombing where many Christians had been murdered the Sunday before on Palm Sunday. These people were full of joy, explaining although the bombing was a huge tragedy it was a wake up call for the Christians there, they asked us to pray for them, they shared their candles with us...we were humbled.
We talked about them all the way home and afterwards and still today. Their words and testimony was so strong, their faith unshakable.
Fact: If I had stayed home sulking I would have missed this experience.