Even on a Tuesday
Two Fridays ago, I entered the old City of Jerusalem as the sun set and Sabbath began. Our kind host greeted us at the gate and led us winding uphill between stone walls like a maze. I would have been lost in two minutes had he not been leading.
This gentleman hosts authentic Shabbat meals in his home for visitors to the Holy Land, and we were the lucky ones that night. It was Purim and a dark sky. Songs were coming out windows. The Wailing Wall was buzzing with a strange mix of grief and celebration.We were mere streets over from the Via Dolorosa.
This coming Thursday, I’ll post part 2 of Disappointment by the Mediterranean Sea.
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