Ten measures of beauty, God gave to the world;
Nine to Jerusalem, one to the rest.
Ten measures of sorrow God gave to the world;
Nine to Jerusalem, one to the rest.
So pray for the peace,
pray for the peace,
pray for the peace of Jerusalem…
(Poem from Jewish Talmud)

Pilgrimage to Israel (30th Dec 04 - 9th Jan 05)

Day 1/ Day 2/ Day 3/ Day 4/ Day 5/ Day 6/ Day 7/ Day 8/ Day 9/ Day 10/

Lingering thoughts

I haven't had to take such a leap of faith since freshman year. Three years ago, I signed up with the chapel to go to Belize to build houses. Having just arrived in the United States, I hadn't the slightest inclination as to how I would raise all that money. But my heart was willing. With God's grace and with help from Jenny Copeland, I managed to go on the mission trip. It is uncanny but perhaps fitting that I, as a senior now, have reached full circle when I think about the various unknowns and parameters I had to contend with in the midst of making my pilgrimage to Israel a reality.

It all started in the summer of 2004 when I received an email from Anne Hodges Copple, the Episcopalian campus minister, forwarded to me by Jenny about a pilgrimage trip to Israel. What did a pilgrimage mean to me then? I thought it would be a worldly adventure geared to teach me more about the history of the place and perhaps to imbue myself with the sights and sounds of the land. In essence, I equated a pilgrimage as a more refined form of tourism. An art-form perhaps?: One that grows in you, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb. There were obstacles from the word "go." We hadn't quite settled on our team, as people came and left, but like a thrilling spark that beats death, the team started to take its form in the fall of 2004. Laurel was studying abroad in England and would meet us in Jerusalem; during the semester, she would be at our team meetings in spirit. Candice and Kathryn (she would mann home base and would not go with us to Israel) joined the team. DJ and Ashley hopped on the bandwagon. Dan and Kira completed the team. We had invaluable advice from Donna who co-led the team with Anne. She had gone to Israel previously with Christian Peacemaker Teams (CPT). CPT offers an organized, nonviolent alternative to war and other forms of lethal inter-group conflict, and provides organizational support to persons committed to faith-based nonviolent alternatives in situations where lethal conflict is an immediate reality or is supported by public policy.

Back row(L-R): Maddie, Claire, DJ, Kira, Dan, Donna, Anne, Me; Front row(L-R): Candice, Terry, Ashley, Mel, Laurel, Emma, Fish.

I had to convince my parents to let me go. Mom was willing; Dad was hesitant. Then there were the visa problems. I had to get that sorted out. In preparation for the trip, we read the book "How Long O Lord," a penetrating and provocative collection of essays that bring together a group of peacemakers - Christian, Jewish, and Muslim - whose aim is for a just peace for Israel/Palestine. We watched the movie "Promises." Seven children are interviewed in a gripping documentary that reveals how deep the antagonism lies in war-torn Jerusalem. The children, Palestinian and Israeli, are articulate, intelligent and well-versed on the issues that divide them. Speakers came to enlighten us about the spiritual significance of the land, as well as to educate us about the Israel/Palestinian conflict. We also attended the Palestinian Solidarity Movement (PSM) held at Duke. I gravitated towards the Israel initiative teach-in at the freeman center that was held in conjunction with (or in opposition to) the PSM. There I got the chance to talk to Avraham Burg, the former speaker of the Knesset (Israeli Parliament), who expressed his utmost displeasure for the checkpoints and security walls in Israel.

(L-R): Emma, Mel.

What made the fundraising more challenging and the experience particularly rewarding was the fact that Duke University did not endorse our trip. Therefore, the chapel wasn't allowed to contribute financially to our cause. Thus, to have gone and returned was not only a struggle in itself, but a struggle well-done and rightly accomplished. From a risk management standpoint, Duke may have been right to protect itself from the tenuous situation. But I think the institution's worries were founded on a lack of knowledge about what we were going to do. Or perhaps Duke's worries stemmed from the explicit lack of an undergraduate presence in Israel after the second intifada broke out, and therefore since we were going to be the pioneers (in a certain way), the onus would be on us to convince Duke and its administration (when we return) about how essential and life-changing the trip could prove to be. The trip has far exceeded my expectations. In fact, to say that the trip turned out well would be trivializing the entire pilgrimage experience. What does a pilgrimage mean to me now? I see it as a journey, coming from God and returning to God. I seek to separate myself from the everyday concerns of the world, and to spend time in the presence of God as I travel to a place of special meaning. A pilgrimage is a symbol that is acted out. Or to quote Henry Carse, director of our Special Study Program, a pilgrimage "represents the in-between." It is, as he said, "the process that lies between the beginning and the end." "Follow the golden thread," he said, which is to "follow your heart."

(L-R): Terry, Laurel.

Going to Israel, I envisioned coming back with a better understanding about the magic formula to achieve peace in the Middle East. I was wrong. I ended up being torn apart and confused. The Israeli-Palestinian conflict began before the State of Israel was created in 1948. Tensions between Zionist Jews and Arabs in the area now divided into Israel, the West Bank, and Gaza ran high when the territory to which each lay claim was still part of the Ottoman Empire. During the period of the British Mandate (1920-1948) those tensions erupted numerous times into violent clashes. Since then, numerous wars have been fought, and numerous peace plans have been tried and failed, over this hotly contested land. Tens of thousands of people have died in this seemingly intractable conflict. By talking to Jewish families and Palestinian youths in Israel/Palestine and by laying these historical differences next to one another, it becomes possible to recognize that “what really happened” is itself the subject of debate.

(DJ snacking. Look at his smile and teeth. I guess he'll be approached by Men's Health Magazine soon.)

I have divided my travel narrative into a daily highlight and recount of what I saw, the people I spoke to, and of the important issues gleaned from that day. It would be impossible for me to pinpoint my favorite day or activity, as my experiences (even the most unpleasant one) must be viewed as a continuum, as a multifaceted process, changing the way I think about these divisive issues and of the sacredness of the land, ultimately giving me a placenta of optimism and transforming me as an individual in ways I would never imagine possible.

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Day 1

Arriving jet lagged, we tuck into dinner at St. Georges College in Jerusalem. Pilgrims, longing for a deeper spirituality, come to St. Georges College from all over the world. Since 1962, clergy and laity from 92 countries and 96 faith traditions have attended St. Georges for either short-term or long-term courses. My first impression of Jerusalem is one of expansion. Its new suburbs came into view many miles before we reached the old city from the west. Fortunately, most of the new architecture maintain a connection to the past through the use of native stone, like the buildings at the Hebrew University to the east of the city. One can almost forget that this land was reclaimed from the desert. And then one looks to the east of the city where Israel ends and the vast wasteland begins.

Day 2

A little more about Henry: He's very knowledgeable. He knows so much about the Holy Land, the life of Jesus in historical/theological context and the contemporary issues in Israel/Palestine. He also helped us understand Jerusalem's significance for Judaism, Christianity and Islam (our Special Study Program incidentally is titled "Jerusalem: One City, Three Faiths.") Let me try to paraphrase his introductory lecture. There are four ways to interpret the scripture: literal, allegorical (allegory), tropological (moral), anagogicac (secret) i.e., the "peshat," "remex," "drash," and "sod." On the literal level, Jerusalem is in Judea. On the allegorical level, Jerusalem is the church. Morally, Jerusalem represents the human soul. On the secret level, Jerusalem is the city of God and is the mother of us all.

The Revd. John Tidy is the interim dean of St. Georges. He has a dazzling smile and a sunshine personality that melts even the coldest hearts. Actually one remembers his prayers, which though very meaningful, tend to harp on certain sentences and repeat them in several different versions throughout the same prayer. We did a playful satire of him in our farewell entertainment on our last day in Jerusalem. Maybe his long prayers are what you call "positive reinforcement." He speaks with a British accent.

Camels can travel many days without food or water. They carry more weight than horses. Also, a well-designed camel saddle has more room to carry whatever extra gear you are packing than a horse saddle does. Camels may also have more endurance, although of course training level is important. Israel's desert camel tours are popular and the Negev desert region provides a more than perfect setting for such adventures. I got to ride on one later.

(Maddie a punchbag for Fish?)

We toured Jerusalem today and got to see from a distance the Judean Desert, the Al Hasq Mosque, the Dome of the Rock and the West Bank. We walked to Damascus gate, the Jewish quarter, and the New gate after a salad lunch at the college. The Old City has a total of 11 gates, but only seven are open (Jaffa, Zion, Dung, Lions' [St. Stephen's], Herod's, Damascus [Shechem] and New). The main entrance to the city is the Jaffa Gate, built by Suleiman in 1538.

On Mel: She's quite the exquisite southern belle. She likes donning cheerful-looking flowered pink dresses. But make no mistake because she can probably throw a grenade better than you do. She'll be graduating this May and going to the U.S. army. A great way to visit the Old City is simply to wander through the labyrinthine paths and let yourself get lost. For safety reasons, we were told not to travel alone and to be careful about wandering beyond the main thoroughfares of the Muslim Quarter. It is also prudent to explore during the day, though the views of many of the sites -- when you know how to find them or so I've heard or seen (i.e., during "The Stations of the Cross" on our last day) -- are often best at night. The Stations of the Cross is a popular devotion used by individuals or groups who wish through prayer and reflection to follow Christ on his way to Calvary.

Day 3

The separation wall at Abu Dis made me sad. An ugly concrete wall has divided the good people from the bad there, the prisoners from the free, the blue (Israeli identity cards) from the orange (West Bank ID cards). The division is not absolute. Despite the absence of a gate, an evil decision in and of itself, infiltration occurs under the noses of the Border Police patrols swarming all over the village. Meanwhile, the people are humiliated, bullied, battered, made to sweat and covered in dust.

(L-R): Ashley, Candice, Terry, Me, DJ, Laurel.

We got the chance to see the Shrine of the Book at the Israel Museum, which is home to the Dead Sea Scrolls. The Dead Sea Scrolls are ancient manuscripts that were discovered between 1947 and 1956 in eleven caves near Khirbet Qumran, on the northwestern shores of the Dead Sea. They are approximately two thousand years old, dating from the third century BCE to the first century CE. Most of the scrolls were written in Hebrew, with a smaller number in Aramaic or Greek. The vast majority of the scrolls survived as fragments - only a handful were found intact. Nevertheless, scholars have managed to reconstruct from these fragments approximately eight hundred and fifty different manuscripts of various lengths. We also went to the museum's Art Garden, (in picture above) designed by the Japanese-American sculptor Isamu Noguchi, and extending over five acres. It is characterized by terraces built from agricultural heaps of boulders which recall the terraces that are so widespread in the hills around Jerusalem, and the archaeological structures which may be found in the landscapes of the Judean Hills. The surface of the Garden is covered with a layer of small stones that recall Zen gardens in Japanese monasteries.

We celebrated New Year's at Dean John's apartment with wine and finger food before heading to the rooftop to watch the fireworks.

Day 4

Israeli food is delicious! The "Israeli salad" of tomatoes and cucumbers cut in very small cubes, the "falafel" (Made of balls of chick pea mush, which are then deep fried and typically served in a pita with a variety of toppings. It has often been called Israel's national snack), olives, olive oil, wheat, chick peas, and yogurt are either Mediterranean or Middle Eastern additions. Under the influence of Jewish dietary laws, pork and shellfish are left out of the Israeli cuisine. Thank God for Shwarmas though! I experienced my first Shwarma in Jerusalem and it brought tears to my eyes. I knew then that I wasn't sentenced to eat falafels for my entire stay. A truly heavenly concoction with divine inspiration. Warning: It is pretty addictive. The shwarma is a rolled sandwich traditionally with lamb, chicken or vegetable filling.

"And to them will I give in my house and within my walls a memorial... an everlasting name, that shall not be cut off." ( Isaiah 56:5) We went to the Yad Vashem Holocaust Memorial after lunch. The Yad Vashem is the Jewish people's memorial to the murdered six million and symbolizes the ongoing confrontation with the rupture engendered by the Holocaust. I found it to be a very powerful artistic and human experience. Most of the art were created in ghettos, hideouts, camps, on the run, in forests, and in places where one would consider artistic endeavor impossible. While some works of art were lost, thousands more were preserved, against all the odds.

Approximately 1.5 million Jewish children perished in the Holocaust. They are specially remembered in the Children's Memorial, an underground cavern in which the flickering flames of memorial candles are reflected in an infinity of tiny lights within the prevailing darkness. Next to the Museum of Holocaust Art lies an auditorium. I ventured inside and saw shoes... empty shoes of women, men, and children whose lives were destroyed simply because they were Jews. There's a similar exhibit at the U.S. holocaust memorial museum in D.C.

The site is in remembrance of Oscar Schindler, who rose to the highest level of humanity, giving Jews a second chance at life. Schindler employed hundreds of Jews under the disguise of armament specialists, buying the products on the black market and delivering them to the Wehrmacht. He was arrested on many occasions by the Gestapo, but released repeatedly. With perseverance, he achieved the impossible - the release of a transport of Jewish women from Auschwitz.

Day 5

(L-R): Candice, Me, Laurel.

"Be'er Sheva, Masada, come on pretty mama..." We're at Be'er Sheva - the ancient Tel and "Abraham's Well" en route to the Negev Desert. Beer Shebe, situated on the southern boundary of Judea is referred to as the dwelling-place of Abraham. Abraham and Abimelech made a treaty there, whence it derives its name Be'er Sheva, the "well of the oath." As early as the days of Samuel, Be'er Sheva was an important place, since it is stated that the sons of Samuel "were judges in Be'er Sheva." At the time of Eusebius and Jerome, Be'er Sheva was an important garrisoned city. After this, however, it fell into decay; and now nothing remains of it but the well, the name "Bi'r es-saba," and some unimportant ruins.

On Candice: She's dramatic and yet poetic in her expression. Soft, curly hair; kindly, thoughtful eyes. Still I cannot fathom why she is grasping her head in this manner. Maybe she's excited about the well. Or maybe she's cold. Yeah...the winds can get a tad bit chilly here.

Click here for a panoramic image of Be'er Sheva.

(Fish in intense concentration; Donna with deadpan fascination.)

"Abraham replied: 'You must accept these seven ewe lambs from me as evidence that I have dug this well'" (Gen 21:30). At every historical/theological site we visited, we would read a biblical passage to supplement our understanding of the enfolding scenery. Most pilgrimages are associated with special rituals and ceremonies. While we did not don sacred robes, we certainly did do spiritual exercises such as prayer, reading scriptures, or meditation.

Be'er Sheva has a natural underground water supply. A layer of clay fifteen to twenty feet below the surface forms a water table, drawing water down from Hebron twenty-five miles northeast in the Hill Country of Judah. This water source sustains life and crops in the dry season between May and October. It was a common practice in this region to dig wells to tap this underground water resource.

At Arad, I had my first experience of wind strong enough to almost knock me off my feet. Arad is situated in the border of the Judea desert, 25 km west from the Dead Sea and 37 kms east of Be'er Sheva, just next to the famous Masada (Metzada) Mount. Est. 1962 and has 27,000 inh. It is named after a Biblical town located in Tel-Arad.

Israel is home to two deserts – the Judean Desert and the Negev. Israel is a land of contrasts, from ragged deserts to ripe farmlands, cosmopolitan skylines, from pious religions and pilgrimages, to a mecca for technology. It's a nation which mixes the old and the new, from the cradle of civilisation - where human culture first developed to modern urban life.

We drove to the Kfar Hanokdim Bedouin Village and experienced a camel ride through a magnificent desert landscape as the sun sets Traditional Bedouin welcome ceremony. Camels were considered an unclean meat in the Bible, but was highly regarded in Ancient Rome, where grilled camel's feet was a gourmet dish. Young camel is eaten in some North African and Middle Eastern countries, and in Mongolia. During the siege of Paris in 1870, it was listed on the Voison restaurant's Christmas Eve menu.

"In a turquoise twilight, crisp and chill,
A kafila camped at the foot of the hill.
Then blue smoke-haze of the cooking rose,
And tent-peg answered to hammer-nose;..." -- Rudyard Kipling

We stayed at a goat's hair tent. Before sunset, we ventured out into the desert plains to reflect upon the day's events. Some people stayed around/in the tent to meditate/pray -- All these we did alone. The premise was for us to treasure a moment of solitude and to let God speak to us individually in wondrous ways. Indeed, without the solitude of heart, the intimacy of friendship and community life cannot be creative. Without the solitude of heart, we cannot experience the others as different from ourselves, but only as people who can be used for our own fulfillment, and for our hidden needs. 

We enjoy a traditional Bedouin welcome ceremony, coffee and tea, followed by a lavish Hafla dinner accompanied by tales of Bedouin folklore. Bedu, the Arabic word from which the name bedouin is derived, is a simple, straightforward tag. It means "inhabitant of the desert," and refers generally to the desert-dwelling nomads of Arabia, the Negev, and the Sinai. For most people, however, the word "bedouin" conjures up a much richer and more evocative image--of lyrical, shifting sands, flowing robes, and the long, loping strides of camels.

Day 6

We ascended Masada by foot via the Siege Ramp and toured the excavations. Excavations at Masada revealed exquisite buildings, most of which were built by King Herod. So what is so significant about Masada? According to Henry, our instructor, Masada is important because the Jews fought the Romans there. But more than that, it was at Masada that Hellenistic culture met Semitic culture. The two cultures focused on opposite and, one might contend, complementary world views:  Hebrew thinking is based on will, juridical concepts, and on the concrete, empirical reality of place, time, and tradition; while Hellenism, despite the divergent emphases of Plato and Aristotle in pre-Hellenistic Greece, focused on being and an emphasis on timeless, abstract, immaterial reality. These cultures were to dominate Near Eastern and Mediterranean culture for the millenniums to come.

(L-R): Maddie, Terry, Me, Claire, Candice.

King Herod, who ruled under Roman patronage, chose Masada as a place of refuge from potential enemies both at home and abroad. On Masada, he built fortifications and splendid palaces for himself and his entourage. We descended Masada by cable car. It was at this instant that Candice told me about a friend whose ear drums popped during his ascent in a cable car. He had to be brought to the hospital. I've a weak heart. Thank you for sharing the tale :)

We departed for Ein Gedi and immediately went floating in the Dead Sea. All you want to do is walk backwards into the sea, sit down and relax. Do not fret if you're unable to swim. The unparalleled buoyancy and warmth of the water has everyone floating. Why? The Dead Sea has a lot of salt in it. Salt water is heavier (denser) than regular water. People can float in regular water, but since salt water is even denser, it is even easier to float in the Dead Sea. Recognized as a mini-universe with its own micro-climate, the Dead Sea is the saltiest and most mineral-laden body of water in the world. The Dead Sea is also the lowest point on earth and the world's largest "Natural Spa." Historically, the Dead Sea Basin is the site of Masada, Mount Nebo and Jesus' Baptism site, among many other historical features.

(L-R): Claire, DJ, Ashley, Terry, Me. (The Residential Life and Housing Services (RLHS) group picture.)

We toured the excavations at Qumran, the ruins of an Essene monastic community located near the northwest corner of the Dead Sea, near which the Essene library (Dead Sea Scrolls) were hidden in caves. The architecture of the site indicates a highly communal lifestyle.

Day 7

We departed for Bethlehem early in the morning and visited the Basilica of the Nativity, the church that remembers the birth of Jesus. When Joseph and Mary came to Bethlehem, they could not find room in the inn and so Jesus was born in a cave that was used as a stable. The church was built above the cave. I went down the monumental stairways (which are on either side of the choir) down to the Grotto of the Nativity. When I saw the "star" that supposedly marks the spot where the baby lay, I went up to it in reverence.

(L-R): Anne, Me, Emma, Laurel.

We had lunch at the Holy Land Trust Guest House, where we got to meet Palestinian youths and their families. I spoke to several of them and they shared with me about how fellow Palestinians are being killed by jumpy Israeli soldiers at checkpoints or by missiles fired into crowded urban neighborhoods. They hated the walls, but there was a stark acceptance by them of the grim situation. It had, in a real way, become part of their lives growing up. And yet when I asked them if they would ever want to leave the country, most of them said they wouldn't because "Israel/Palestine is our home," and "we would stay to fight for peace."

Day 8

We headed out to the Jordan river - Yardenit Baptismal Site. Jesus was baptized in the Bethany across the Jordan River. He traveled south to Jordan River to meet John the Baptist who was baptizing in the river all who came and repented of their sins. It is lovely to sit and ponder here because the river is a time of peaceful introspection, with the beauty of its tranquil surroundings leading to discernment.

Click here for a panoramic image of The Pilgrim Baptismal Site on the Jordan River - Nazareth.

"The angel went to her and said: ‘Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.'" (Luke 1:28) The Basilica of the Annunciation, the largest Roman Catholic sanctuary in the Middle East, is dedicated to remembering the annunciation of the birth of Jesus. Designed by the architect Giovanni Muzio, the Basilica of the Annunciation is built on two levels. The upper level follows the outline of the 12th-century Crusader- cathedral (a nave, flanked by two aisles), and partly reconstructs the eastern apses. The lower level enshrines the Byzantine grotto.

DJ and I both wear a "kafir." The black and white kafir wrapped around our faces are the uniforms that Palestinian Fedayin or guerilla fighters wear.

(L-R): Emma, Laurel, Terry, Me, Candice, Kira, Mel.

We visited Sepphhoris and saw the excavations of the Roman/Byzantine/Mishnaic Periods. Josephus called Sepphoris “the ornament of all Galilee.” My favorite part of the trip was seeing the Nile mosaic. The mosaic shows festivities in Egypt when the Nile reached its peak. The lighthouse from Alexandria, the Pharos, is also depicted. This was one of the seven wonders of ancient world. In a much larger middle stratum (notice the pun -- it's an inside joke that only the team will understand) of Galilean society in general and of Sepphoris in particular, one could find the following: the professional scribe, the teacher, the lawyer, the hand worker or the mason. This, I researched from Lexis Nexus.

(L-R): Fish, Anne, Me.

Based on what we saw from the archaeology finds, Sepphoris was largely Jewish. Beneath the floors of most of the houses so far excavated at Sepphoris, one finds Jewish ritual baths or "miqvaoth." These were cut into bedrock: one small pool with steps leading down to the pool and its water. The whole was plastered to make it watertight. Our group loved the word "miqvaoth" so much that we even composed a song about the miqvaoth to the tune of "Old McDonald had a farm..." We stayed at St. Margaret's Guest House in Nazareth for the night.

Day 9

After experiencing the calm of the Sea of Galilee - Lake Kinnereth, we proceeded to Capernaum. The ancient synagogue (in picture) at Capernaum was destroyed in the early 7th century (sometime before the Arab conquest in 636). South of the synagogue lies St. Peters' house, a private house on which a church was built.

(L-R): Maddie, Claire, Terry, Candice.

Behind lies the Mount of Beatitudes and the arbel that joins it to the Mount of Tiberias. We had lunch by the Sea of Galilee and I ordered St. Peter's fish. They tasted good. No kidding! :) We had Shabbat service at the Yedidya Synagogue and one of the highlights of my trip was when I got the chance to dine with a Jewish family, specifically Mr. Michael Stahl, his wife Naomi, four children, and Naomi's parents (who live in Sweden).

I was touched by how lovingly they would kiss their children before they partake of dinner (a shabbat tradition). I had to wash my hands by pouring three cupfuls of water over each hand. I also had to wear a kippa, (kee-pah), a skull cap, worn as a sign of reverence for God. Dinner was a lovely affair of wine and couscous. Pronounced, KOOS-koos, couscous is granular semolina (cracked wheat) which can be cooked and served as a porridge, as a type of salad (similar to pasta salad), or served with various fruits. Oh...it's my next favorite food after shwarmas. In fact, we were treated to several courses of food (e.g. clear vegetable soup). The Chinese are used to having nine or 10 courses of food on certain occasions, but I was given hefty portions that night and my belly was about to burst.

We spoke about politics and religion during dinner. Michael told me that Jerusalem is very important to him personally and he could never imagine the Western Wall, for instance, being taken away from his life. He said that his daughter would take the bus to school. I asked him: "What about the suicide bombers?" Michael said that life has to go on, and the family cannot let fear rule or surmount their lives. I was moved by his words. More than that, I saw how much love they had for one another despite the turmoil in the land (Michael's son --I believe he's 12 years old-- told me that he already knows someone who was killed). We should be grateful we do not wake up from our beds in the morning questioning whether we would feel safe taking the bus or other modes of public transport. We're living in a privileged society, and if only we open our eyes to see and be more aware of the things around us, we'll grow in character. I'm of much admiration for the family.

Day 10

The Dome of the Rock (in picture). Jerusalem is the holy city of three world religions. To the Jews, Yerushalayim is the city of Israel. The Western Wall ("wailing wall") is a remainder of the wall on the outer perimeter of the mountain. Since the Jews are currently considered to be in a state of "ritual impurity" until a special ritual/procedure can be performed, the traditional view is that no Jew may set foot on the actual site of the temple and this is the closest they can come to praying at the temple site (Temple Mount: place of the gracious presence of God). For Christians, the Church of the Resurrection in Hierosolyma (the city of Christians) is the place of the passion, death and resurrection of Jesus. To the Muslims, the Dome of the Rock is the place of the transporting of the prophet Muhammad to heaven.

At the Western Wall , I chanced upon a man sitting pensively along the fringes of the periphery of the Wall. I sat next to him and asked him if he was okay. He said he was. We introduced ourselves. He's Itzhak and lives in Tel Aviv. Itzhak came to Jerusalem for the shabbat weekend. He's an infantry sergeant and is based in the Gaza.

I asked him if he had gone to pray at the Wall.

Itzhak said he wasn't going inside. "I don't believe in that," he said.

I was taken aback. I thought to myself -- okay, so he isn't religious. Why is he here then? Why not sleep or rest at home for the shabbat weekend?

A couple of days ago, I read that there was fighting in the Gaza. I took a chance and asked him if he knew anything more. Itzhak said that one of his good friends was shot in the head. At that moment, I knew instantly why he had come to the Wall. While Itzhak didn't seem religious nor did he attach spiritual significance to the Wall, I knew that the Wall to him was a refuge and a source of solace for his broken heart. Maybe the Wall encompasses or symbolizes the shalom that people truly want, but which is still elusive in this Holy Land.

Pilgrims to Israel. Lost in swirling mist I fell poised on the edge of the world, there is no reality but my body; no east or west, right or left, the world is lost and only I am found.

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Lingering thoughts

9th Jan' 05. We would leave Israel today. I saw Arabs going to the Post Office. A rare sight to behold: Arabs queuing at polling booths in a presidential election in which they had a genuine choice of candidates. As we now know, Mahmoud Abbas, popularly known as Abu Mazen, won resoundingly. The question remains: Is there any hope for resolving the Israeli-Palestinian conflict?

My friend Rani Khoury, a Palestinian Christian and a pharmacist who I befriended during a sunday service at St. Georges College Cathedral, is pessimistic. I went to his shop at Jaffa Gate during lunch yesterday. Rani said he was expecting "no change," and "more of the same."

I feel the chance of success would depend on many things, including how much pressure world leaders put on both sides to seek a deal. In Israel's disengagement from Gaza, land is being turned over to Palestinians and settlements are to be evacuated. But Palestinians fear that the withdrawal will be accompanied by a thickening of West Bank settlement blocs and continued building of the separation fence. Then there are the hardliners. Mr. Abbas and Mr. Sharon must each show courage in facing down their hardliners while persuading their people that a peace with uncomfortable compromises is better than an eternal conflict.

Even as Dean John read aloud T.S. Elliot's poem to our group, I remain hopeful, but slightly tearful...

"We shall not cease from our exploration, and at the end of all our exploring, we shall arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."

-- T.S. Elliot.