The jet lag is fading, and the myriad of remembrances of my time in and around the Old City are congealing into useable form. There has never been a city like Jerusalem in the history of the world. Where else have the major world religions and the world's greatest armies contended for so long, and so earnestly, and sometimes at the same time? Where else have children continued to play in the streets while crossbows or machine guns (depending on the century) continued to kill? From the time of Melchizedek and Abraham until now Jerusalem stands apart in the history of the world.
I was thankful to have been able to spend so many days in and around the city. Not only was I able to see the holy sites, but I was able to interact with the people who live there: the fifth generation Greek dentist, the monks in the desert, the priests in the monasteries, the Patriarch of Jerusalem, Archimandrites, shopkeepers and venders: bedouin, Moslem, Christian, Israeli, and Jew. I had the opportunity to experience real miracles, although some are more dramatic than others.
One miracle is the faith and hope that is expressed by those Orthodox believers who live and work in the area. If you don't visit there you can't imagine it. If you don't live there you've never experienced it. I heard the Patriarch of Jerusalem say that the Orthodox are in that part of the world to provide "balance", to be a voice and a presence in a volatile part of the world that in his mind has a religious problem and not a political one. It takes great faith and hope to believe these things when for the better part of the history of the world this city has been a place of contention. I was amazed at the words of an Archimandrite, who spoke of the "greater Orthodox community" that includes Orthodox, Jews, and Muslims. He explained that due to "poverty, education, or necessity" many people cannot officially be Orthodox when in fact their faith and practice is very much Orthodox. He pointed to the palestinian community, and how important it is to keep material wealth in the family. The Latin church made concessions to allow first cousins to marry so as to accomplish this purpose, even though this church-sanctioned practice would be unheard of in any other part of the world. The result is that many have joined that church for the wrong reasons. He spoke of others who go from mosques to Orthodox sites to venerate icons or relics. They fear reprisals from family members if they were to convert. These men speak from a context that transcends the shortsightedness that many of us live in. These men speak from a faith that they know will eventually prevail. They have a living hope that is not shaken in the face of what stares back at them each day. They continue to labor in their field as obedient servants, trusting that the will of the Master will eventually prevail, whether in their lifetime or not.
Another miracle is my friend Nick. I don't think that he has ever met a person who he has not tried to befriend. In every quarter of the Old City he can't walk five steps without either meeting an old acquaintance or making a new one. He is a one man publicity machine. What does he publicize? Goodwill. Who does he emulate? Christ. With each smile,
shake of the hand, joke, or favor done, he is doing his part to be the peacemaker that our Lord Jesus Christ calls us all to be. I cannot fail to mention his basketball and soccer teams (made up of Moslems, and Christians) who travel around playing tournaments designed to keep kids out of trouble, and keep them engaged in learning that we all are made in the image of God, regardless of our religion, heritage, or ethnicity.
Another miracle is seeing myrrh flowing upward against gravity through marble from the tomb of St. George in the church in Lod. Through St. George's intercessions I was granted a miracle last summerthat many of you know about. The myrrh which is contained upon my handkerchief is a validation of that miracle of last year that continues to be. I was glad that this myrrh flowing was witnessed by two others, including one who is not Orthodox (but who may very well convert). I mopped the stone dry, and it continued to flow. Myrrh doesn't flow upward out of marble. Myrrh doesn't flow out of marble. People aren't aware of the miracles of the Triune God without His workings of grace and mercy in their lives. Ask Pharaoh. Ask Moses.
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