Walking on Holy Ground
How a trip to Israel heightened my awareness of God.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
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A couple months ago I was standing in Jerusalem at the Garden Tomb. It was the last stop after a week of touring the Holy Land. My group spent most of its time seeing the sites of Jesus' ministry in northern Israel, with the Dead Sea, Qumran, and Masada thrown in.
Along the way, we befriended fellow pilgrims like the men of a Congolese church in Dublin we met in Galilee. When they found out we were also "born again," they gave us bear hugs, shouting "brother!" and "sister!" At Cana we met a Japanese woman with a church from Canada. She wept when she heard we were praying for Japan, hit by an earthquake and tsunami. We were all pilgrims traveling together on the road to holy sites.
The word pilgrim feels funny on Protestant lips. It makes me think of Islamic pilgrimages to Mecca, or Catholics visiting shrines to venerate relics, or John Bunyan's allegory. What does pilgrimage mean for a modern day Protestant? The concept of "thin places" is a helpful starting point.
The ancient Celts described thin places as spots where the veil between heaven and earth is lifted. During my trip to Israel, I felt I was going from thin place to thin place, unable to absorb it all. Capernaum, Galilee, Nazareth, Jerusalem; once just names, became real to me.
Many of the significant encounters with God in the Bible happened on mountains. It's where we get the expression "mountaintop experience." I had my share in Israel. I stood on the rippling hillside of the Mount of Beatitudes, looking down on the Sea of Galilee where Jesus crafted parables and fed thousands. I looked out on the Jezreel Valley from picturesque Mount Carmel where Elijah conquered the prophets of Baal. On the Mount of Olives, I viewed religious shrines squeezed together, radiating the Jerusalem sun. I felt like Moses, suddenly aware of the significance of the ground I was standing on.
But the most significant stop was not a mountain, but a garden. On our final day in Israel, we visited the Garden Tomb. It is the lone Protestant holy site in Jerusalem; a nondescript garden located in an Arab section of Jerusalem. There is a stone quarry with a skull-like impression just outside the garden and a tomb like one in Jesus' day. It's a reflective and worshipful place. Here, during our final hours in Israel, our group took communion together.
There is nothing about the garden that would draw the attention of passersby. Here it would be easy to confuse the incarnate Lord with a common gardener. Here, if someone didn't warn you that something significant was happening, you'd miss it completely. Yet, in a place much like the Garden Tomb, the most significant event in history occurred. Jesus went to the cross and tore the veil of separation between God and man. Standing in the garden and walking inside the empty tomb, I was reminded that we serve a risen Lord who walks with us now just as he did in that first garden: the Garden of Eden.
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