Bethlehem

Our morning visit was to the Garden Tomb. Although it gives a pretty good idea of what a tomb of a well-to-do person (Joseph of Arimethea) in the 1st century would have looked like, it only dates to the 4th century. It is in a beautiful setting.

Next we headed for Ein Karem (an ancient town roughly five miles outside of Jerusalem in the 1st century) and visited the Church of Saint John the Baptist. It was necessary to make our way slowly down several steep stairs to a grotto. This was supposed to be the exact spot where Mary’s cousin, Elizabeth, gave birth to John the Baptist.

On our way from the Church of Saint John the Baptist to the Church of the Visitation, we encountered what is known as Mary’s Well. This was where Mary is said to have stopped for a drink of water before making her way up the very steep, long road to visit Elizabeth. Both women were quite pregnant at the time. They don’t let anyone drink there anymore. So it was a good thing I had a bottle of water with me.

The Church of the Visitation had a grotto where the meeting is reported to have taken place. This church (probably because of the long, steep climb to get there) was much less crowded than the Church of Saint John the Baptist had been. It also had a beautiful garden.

Bethlehem was in the control of the Palestinians. To go there, we needed to enter a secured area with walls, barbed wire and armed guards. There we left our coach, tour director, and driver to get on a different bus with a new driver and tour guide. Then, after we showed our passports and our hosts were satisfied, we drove into Bethlehem and had lunch at a place that overlooked Shepherd’s Field.

After lunch, Esau (our guide) took us to a gift shop which had several figures carved from olive wood. Then we were taken to the Church of the Nativity. At 5’3” I don’t usually have to duck when going through a doorway. But I did need to duck a little at the doorway to this church as it is less than five feet in height. Originally the door was much larger. But it was reduced in size initially to prevent theft and again to require people to bend down as they enter. It is called the Door of Humility.

The church was commissioned in 327 AD by the Byzantine Emperor Constantine. Back in 135 AD, the Roman Emperor Hadrian had a temple to Adonis built over the site because he wanted to obliterate the place where it was believed the Christ child had been born. Instead of destroying the site, Hadrian’s actions actually preserved it. In the 6th century, the Samaritans destroyed much of Constantine’s church. So Emperor Justinian rebuilt it. Since then, the church has needed various repairs mostly due to earthquakes and the occasional fire.

We needed to wait in line for roughly an hour before we were able to make our way down into the grotto. The church was extremely crowded, but we took turns stepping out from our group to take some photos and explore. There were some doors over the original mosaic floors which were open so that we could see them.

When we finally got to the entrance to the grotto, there were some steps in a semi-circle leading down into it. Fortunately I managed to be right next to the wall and could make sure I kept my balance in the crowd by keeping my hand on the wall. I would have liked to have gotten a photo of the steps down, but I couldn’t even see them until I was on the brink of them. Then, I needed to concentrate on making my way down them before I was pushed or fell. Of course, I might not have been able to fall at all. I might have been simply carried down by the crowd.

At the altar, it was necessary to get on one’s hands and knees and crawl in. I figured out ahead of time what I wanted to do when I reached the spot with the star. That was important as I knew I wouldn’t have much time once I got there. So, the photo shows part of a man’s hand because I took it as he was backing out and before I crawled in. Once I was in there, I thrust my hand through the hole in the center of the star, patted the rock beneath, and prayed. Whether or not it is truly the exact place where Jesus was born, doesn’t really matter to me. It is what the place represents.

Backing out, I found that it was nearly as difficult to get out of the grotto as it was to get in. I definitely had no way of seeing what else was down there. I heard that the Altar of the Three Wise Men was just opposite of the main altar, but it wasn’t possible to get to it. I have heard from others who have traveled to Israel that they did not experience quite the crowds that I did. Apparently I happened to go at a very busy time, even though it was in the spring, not in what was supposed to be the heavy travel season of summer.

I was exhausted by the time we got back to the hotel. As an introvert, I find large crowds to be draining. But I had that whole suite to myself. So I stretched out and relaxed before I needed to get to bed in order to get up early the next day to head to Masada.