FROM BETHLEHEM TO GOLGATHA

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The Christian mysteries are an indivisible whole.
If we become immersed in one,
we are led to all the others.
Thus the way from Bethlehem leads
inevitably to Golgotha, from the crib
to the cross.
When the blessed virgin brought the
child to the temple, Simeon prophesied
that her soul would be pierced by a sword,
that this child was set for the fall
and the resurrection of many,
for a sign that would be contradicted.
His prophecy announced the passion,
the fight between light and darkness
that already showed itself
before the crib.
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Edith Stein
Jewish convert to Catholicism
killed at Auschwitz
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When all the people were being baptized, Jesus was baptized too. And as he was praying, heaven was opened and the Holy Spirit descended on him in bodily form like a dove. And a voice came from heaven: "You are my Son, whom I love; and with you I am well pleased."
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Luke 3: 21-22
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And there arose a fierce gale of wind, and the waves were breaking over the boat so much that the boat was already filling up.  Jesus Himself was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we perish?”
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Mark 4: 37-38
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And when they drew nigh unto Jerusalem,
 and were come to Bethphage, unto the mount of Olives,
 then sent Jesus two disciples,  saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me.  And if any man say ought unto you, ye shall say, The Lord hath need of them; and straightway he will send them. .
All this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying,
Tell ye the daughter of Sion, Behold, thy King cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass.
 And the disciples went, and did as Jesus commanded them,
 And brought the ass, and the colt, and put on them their clothes, and they set him thereon.
 And a very great multitude spread their garments in the way; others cut down branches from the trees, and strawed them in the way.  And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, Hosanna to the son of David:
 Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord; Hosanna in the highest.  And when he was come into Jerusalem, all the city was moved, saying, Who is this?  And the multitude said, This is Jesus the prophet of Nazareth of Galilee.
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Matthew 21: 1-11 
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And when they were come unto a place called Golgotha,
 that is to say, a place of a skull,They gave him vinegar to drink mingled with gall: and when he had tasted thereof,
 he would not drink.
And they crucified him, and bparted his garments, casting lots: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, They parted my garments among them, and upon my vesture did they cast lots.
 And sitting down they watched him there;
And set up over his head his accusation written, This Is Jesus the King of the Jews.
Then were there two thieves crucified with him, one on the right hand, and another on the left.
And they that passed by reviled him, wagging their heads,
And saying, Thou that destroyest the atemple, and buildest it in three days, save thyself. If thou be the bSon of God, come down from the cross.
Likewise also the chief priests mocking him, with the scribes and elders, said,
 He saved others; himself he cannot save. If he be the King of Israel, let him now come down from the cross, and we will believe him.
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Matthew 27: 33-38
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CHURCH OF THE NATIVITY

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One of the queerest spots on earth - I hope -
is the patch of planet where, according to tradition,
a cave once stabled animals, and where Mary
gave birth to a son whose later preaching -
scholars of every stripe agree,
with varying enthusiasm -
caused the occupying Romans to crucify him.
Generations of Christians have churched over the
traditional Bethlehem spot to the highest degree.
Centuries of additions have made the architecture peculiar,
but no one can see the church anyway,
because many monasteries clamp onto it
in clusters like barnacles.
The Greek Orthodox Church owns the grotto site now,
in the form of the Church of the Nativity.

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There, in the Church of the Nativity, I took

worn stone stairways to descend the levels of dark rooms,

chapels, and dungeonlike corridors where hushed

people passed. The floors were black stone or

cracked marble. Dense brocades hung down

old stone walls. Oil lamps hung in layers.

Each polished silver or brass lamp seemed to

absorb more light than its orange flame emitted,

so the more lamps shone, the darker the space.

Descending once more, I passed several monks,

narrow men, fine-faced and black, who wore

tall hats and long black robes. Ethiopians,

they use the oldest Christian rite.

At a lower level, in a small room,

I peered over half a stone wall and saw

Europeans below; they whispered in a language

I could not identify.

Distant music sounded deep, as if from within

my ribs. The music was, in fact, people from all over

the world in the upper chamber, singing harmonies

in their various tongues. The music

threaded the vaults.

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Now I climbed down innumerable dark

stone stairs to the main part, the deepest basement:

The Grotto of the Nativity.

The grotto was down yet another smoky stairway,

at the back of a stone cave far beneath street level.

This was the place.

It smelled of wet sand.

A fourteen-pointed silver star

two feet in diameter, covered a raised bit

of marble floor at the cave wall.

This silver star was the X that marked the spot:

Here, just here, the infant got born.

Two thousand years of Christianity began here,

where God emptied himself into man.

Actually, many Christian scholars think

"Jesus of Nazareth" was likely born in Nazareth.

Early writers hooked his birth to Bethlehem

to fit a prophecy.

Here, now, the burning oils smelled heavy.

It must have struck many people that we were

competing with these lamps for oxygen.

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In the center of the silver star was a circular hole.

That was the bull's eye, God's quandam target.

Crouching people leaned forward to wipe

their fingers across the hole's flat bottom.

When it was my turn, I knelt, bent under

a fringed satin drape, reached across

half the silver star,

and touched its hole.

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I could feel some sort of soft wax in it.

The hole was a quarter inch deep

and six inches across, like a wide petri dish.

I have never read any theologian who claims that

God is particularly interested in religion, anyway.

Any patch of ground anywhere smacks more

of God's presence on earth, to me, than

did this marble grotto.

The ugliness of the blunt and bumpy

silver star impressed me.

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The pathetic pomp

of the heavy, tasseled brocades, the marble,

the censers hanging from chains,

the embroidered antependium, the aspergillum,

the crosiers, the ornate lamps -

some human's idea of elegance -

bespoke grand comedy, too,

that God would put up with it.

And why should he not?

Things here on earth get a whole lot worse

than bad taste.

"Every day," said Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav,

"the glory is ready to immerge from its debasement."

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Annie Dillard, b. 1945

American novelist and essayist

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WE'RE GOING WHERE?
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Take a tour to Israel and there is

one town you'll need to think twice about visiting.

Jewish tours almost always avoid it, even though it is the

birthplace of the greatest ruler in Israel's ancient history—King David.

Christians like to tour there,

but it is such a hassle that many settle for a "facsimile."

You can walk through a reproduction of this town

(particularly at this time of year) in many major U.S. cities,

from Longview, Washington, to Orlando, Florida.

I am talking about that little town of Bethlehem.

Bethlehem is only six miles from the heart of Jerusalem,

but since it is in Palestinian territory, to get there from Israel

you have to go through a border crossing.

If you are part of a tour, you will probably have to

get off your bus and board another with a Palestinian tour guide and driver.

That is why Jewish groups rarely go there and 

why many Christian groups decide the hassle isn't worth it.

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From the jewsforjesus.org site

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