Monday, January 26, 2009

Ubiquitous Feral Prowlers

There are some things you constantly encounter in Jerusalem. Some things that are so prevalent that they form the natural background of the landscape.

Orthodox Jews in black walking, praying.



The Arab shops ("souqs") and their constantly beckoning shopkeepers.




Soldiers, congregated in groups on every corner, square, plaza, set of steps.




Tourist groups from every corner of the world walking en masse to different locations.




However, perhaps the MOST common thing to see, beyond any of those mentioned above, are --- the feral cats of the Old City. They are everywhere! Night and day -- but especially night -- nothing is more common to see in the streets than a cat darting down a path or a street on their eternal quest for food. They are EVERYWHERE! I snapped a few pictures of just a few of the many of them I saw today. (Note: I am still unable to distinguish the Jewish cats from the Muslim ones.)











Sunday, January 25, 2009

Blogger's Pad


St. Mark's Lutheran Guest House. Current residence of the blogger. A narrow little room, spartan and clean. It has a feeling of being like a monastery or convent, but I sit at the table to the left and type away whenever I get the chance. No, there is no television, mini-bar, room service or Swimming Pool. But it is in the heart of the city, and close to many things. If it were up to me, I'd love to stay at the prestigious and historic King David Hotel, a mile or so away outside the city walls. With nowhere to submit an Expense Report at this point in time......I think this suits me just fine.

Night Wandering



Wandering around Jerusalem at night is something I love to do, almost as much as I enjoy it during the daytime. It does have a different feel to it at night, however.

Tonight, I caught up with a group of Greek tourists (above) who were visiting the city, and walked with them for a little while (they pretty much blocked the al-Zeit Street marketplace, making it tough to pass). One matronly woman asked me where I was from, and as we walked along and visited, she began talking to me in nearly perfect English, with a lovely Irish accent blended with a slight Greek inflection. Apparently her mother was Irish, married a Greek gentleman, and moved there to raise her family. A nice chat. (Again, she wanted to know if I was excited about Obama. All foreigners seem to want to talk politics and the recent inauguration. It once again reminded me how much better many other people of other countries are at appreciaitong and USING a variety of languages, and often, being much more worldly aware than many Americans can be.)


After they went their way, I was left to meander back toward my hotel. If you want to get a sense of the neighborhoods, here are some pictures I snapped along my way back through the center of the city. If the streets weren't as safe as they supposedly are, you would half expect to have someone leaping out from the shadows and jumping you every ten feet. It definitely has an eerie quality to it.
But it is a 4,000+ year old city, and I just wander and imagine all the city has seen in its time. The people, the wars, the battles, the adventure, the stories, the events................
Finally, the Christian Quarter Road comes to an end, and the entrance to St. Mark's Place appears, the street that my guesthouse is on. Yep, that's the entrance to the street, straight ahead in the picture below, with the steps leading up under the arch. I walk up in semi-darkness, take a left at the top, and walk down another block on what seems more like an alleway/pathway than a true street.
Every now and then, I have to stop, click my hiking shoes together, and remind myself that I'm not in Kansas anymore. (Or Minnesota, for that matter.)

The Church They Fight Over: Part II



This is Professor Daniel Rossing, Director of the Jerusalem Center for Jewish-Christian Relations. He formerly was Head of the Christian Communities Desk at the Jerusalem Foundation, and Director of the Department for Christian Communities in the Israeli Ministry of Religion. He is a visiting college professor at several universities and an author of numerous books and articles.

He also is responsible for changing lightbulbs.

He gave a presentation to us one evening a few weeks ago, and among many topics he touched on, he shared an insight into operations at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.

Every now and then, a lightbulb goes out in some of the common areas of the church. Due to the aforementioned disputes, there is often no agreement as to who should change the bulb.

Dr. Rossing will get a call periodically from one of the Archbishops responsible for the church, and be asked to go to the church and check on the lightbulb, as he is seen as a neutral and trusted individual. He will have to call up the Muslim gentlemen who keep the key and go to the church late at night, enter, and change the bulb. When he goes back home, he must always call whoever reported it and say that he was never able to find a broken bulb, and that it was actually quite an inconvenience. Each time, the Archbishop that called in the problem apologies effusively, regretting that he has called Daniel away in the middle of the night.

This way, by playing a little game, no one has to be seen as directing repairs or taking credit for handling something of minor – but still perceived -- importance.

The Church They Fight Over: Part I

The Church of the Holy Sepulcher is within the walled Old City of Jerusalem. The site is venerated by most Christians as Goglotha, the Hill of Calvary, where the New Testmanet says that Jesus was crucified, and is traditionally identified as the place where Jesus was buried. (There is strong historical evidence and reasons for this, but I’ll pass on that background for now.)

Since the Middle Ages, control of the church and its many internal areas has been a subject of argument between a handful of Christian denominations. The custodians are six: the Eastern Orthodox, Armenian Apostolic, Roman Catholic, Coptic Orthodox, Ethiopian Orthodox and Syriac Orthodox churches. Each denomination “controls” a specific area assigned to their denomination, and times and places of worship for each community are strictly regulated in the common areas.

Establishment of these divisions centuries ago didn’t prevent fighting from occasionally breaking out from time to time. Arguments over turf pop-up still every now and then. Some examples:




  • On a hot summer day in 2002, the Coptic monk who is stationed on the roof to express Coptic claims to the Ethiopian territory there moved his chair from its agreed spot into the shade. This was interpreted as a hostile move by the Ethiopians, and eleven were hospitalized after the resulting fracas.

  • In another incident in 2004 during Orthodox celebrations, a door to the Franciscan chapel was left open. This was taken as a sign of disrespect by the Orthodox and a fistfight broke out. Some people were arrested, but no one was seriously injured.


  • On Palm Sunday, in April 2008, a brawl broke out due to a Greek monk being ejected from the building by a rival faction. Police were called to the scene but were also attacked by the enraged brawlers.

  • Most recently, a clash erupted between Armenian and Greek monks on Sunday, November 9, 2008, during Sunday mass.

The three minute battle was captured on video and posted on YouTube. Here is the fight, directly outside the little chapel area that leads into the rock hewn cave where tradition places the burial location of Jesus. A moronic brawl, some of it certainly having to do more with ethnic and nationalistic issues – but still………too incredibly stupid. Worth watching if click on the link below (or you can cut and paste).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEpZJnydbj8&feature=related

Under the “status quo” agreement, as it is called, no part of what is designated as common territory may be so much as rearranged without consent from all communities. This often leads to the neglect of badly needed repairs when the communities cannot come to an agreement among themselves about the final shape of a project.

A sign of this state of affairs is located on a second-story window ledge over the church's entrance. Someone placed a wooden ladder there sometime before 1852, when the “status quo” defined both the doors and the window ledges as common ground. The ladder remains there to this day, in almost exactly the same position. No one can agree who has the right to move it. It can be seen to occupy the ledge in century-old photographs and engravings, and I can attest to the fact it was still leaning up there again tonight --- 156 years later. No one has touched it since before our Civil War! (Well, maybe not THAT incredible. Kind of like my house, when I think about it. I really must move that ladder of mine this spring!) Just look at the pictures I took outside last week, and you can see it (and the shadow it casts) by the second floor window to the right.







None of the communities controls the main entrance. In 1192, Saladin assigned responsibility for it to two neighboring Muslim families. The Joudeh were entrusted with the key, and the Nusseibeh, who had been the custodians of the church since the days of Caliph Omar in 637, retained the position of keeping the door. This arrangement has persisted into modern times. Twice each day, a Joudeh family member brings the key to the door, which is locked and unlocked by a Nusseibeh.

I stayed around the door tonight until 7:00pm to watch them close the church.




Sure enough, two Arab Muslims come by and chat with the Israeli soldiers and police that are on duty around the plaza. One of them takes a ladder (no, not THAT one) to padlock the front door, and locks the church for the night. Can't trust any of those Christian clergy to do it without a full-scale fight erupting.








I asked him if I could take his picture later, and he gladly obliged.





After a few minutes, the the plaza in front was deserted and quiet. No way of knowing what battles might have been taking place inside, however.



REMEMBER: The King, and Eggplant, are Always Watching







Street Geometry


The large paving stones of the street were laid out in a diagonal pattern, so chariot and cart wheels would not get stuck in ruts and move over the surfaces more smoothly.

Every so often, a "zebra-stripe" was inserted, interrupting the pattern with horizontally laid stones. This was the ancient version of a cross-walk.



The things you never learn in World History class!