After the quickest of stops to drop off our luggage at the Ambassador Hotel in E Jerusalem where Revs. Margaret and Jill are able to print out the Sunday worship service, we headed to Mt Scopus to find an area that overlooks Jerusalem. High from the hill, Jerusalem displayed itself like a treasure to be discovered. Still feverish and nauseated, I sat to the side and let the sounds and prayers wash over me. Hearing people sing Morning had Broken as one of the hymns was quite lovely and I mustered strength to pass the peace. The way the service was put together was explained by Jill and Margaret with Bunny and Barbara helping. I imagine planning an ecumenical Christian service has it challenges—I suppose Jews face this as well when it comes to beloved melodies vs. other choices and the amount of the service that is done. Margaret preached about the beatitudes, for which, she has written a curriculum for Presbyterian women’s study. Closing with a hymn, we left the afternoon sun behind as we made our made to Bethlehem. The third faith has led us in prayer and it felt complete. Even better, the checkpoint and the flies seemed far away, we were calm and serene.
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