The Seattle PI reports on the return of tourists to Bethlehem. I went to Bethlehem in the summer of 2004. It’s quite an adventure: taxi from Jerusalem to the heavily-armed checkpoint; Palestinian taxi to Manger Square, passing the security barrier and numerous bombed-out buildings; full-on Palestinian nationalism on display next to Jesus-kitsch.
The Church of the Nativity may not be the actual site of Christ’s birth, but the sense of history and pilgrimage is overwhelming. A star marks the spot of the nativity. Feeling a deep longing to fall on my knees, I followed the other pilgrims and knelt and kissed the star. In doing so, all the contents of my shirt-pocket spilled on the floor: camera, wallet, keys. You see, I love icons, pageantry, history, and arcane religiosity, but I’m a Mormon spaz who’d probably burn down the church if I lit a candle. Which is a shame, because Christmas gives me such Old Church Envy….
A Happy Christmas to all of you. Go sing some carols in an old, cold church. It’s wonderful.
(Recommended: Sahar’s post on living in Bethlehem)