The light streaming through the dome and the beautiful music coming from the pipe organ created an awe-inspiring scene.
Moving up the stairs, which I assume covered the hill of Golgotha, we came to the site of the crucifixion itself. This sacred area was so adorned with religious bling that I couldn't relate to it at all.
I had the same reaction in the area designated as the place of Jesus' tomb and His resurrection. Although I appreciate the piety and devotion that motivated those who covered it up with gold and jewels, I'm just too much of a Calvinist to relate to it.
"How Beautiful Are the Feet" was the song I kept hearing that day as we walked the Via Dolorosa. Maybe that was because the path was so uneven that my eyes were fixed on the ground where I saw the feet of our group, other groups from all over the world, and the merchants and residents of Jerusalem mingling together and following the road Jesus went up to Calvary.
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I had much the same feeling in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.
yep. though I did feel that the cloud of witnesses was palpable in there--so many people have prayed there over the centuries, it felt saturated somehow.
That stone of unction is DEFINITELY new--like in the last 5 years new. When I was last there it was a regular rock, worn and a little icky. watching people touch/kiss it was actually a little gross. That pretty marble looks much more sanitary, and much less convincing...
Teri,
The marble was really icky, too, from tears and saliva. The photo doesn't really show that, though.
eeew. maybe they clean it each night? (a girl can dream!)
Growing up in a R.C. Italian family, I can understand the need to touch and caress 'something' to affirm your beliefs.
Its handed down from grandparents to parents to you. The priest does no wrong, and you pray for intercession and touch the feet of the statue.
I have learned better since, but I can relate to what you saw at the church.
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