Morning in the Old City

One of the ways that security is manifested in the Old City is how early everything closes. Shortly after sunset, even the Muslim shopkeepers have closed their steel gates in front of their shops. The streets are bare and occupied mainly by soldiers and boys playing soccer. Our hostel closes its gates at 11:00. That's not too eraly to go to bed though, because the city wakes up very early.

At 4:00 or so, the mosques give the first call to prayer. Ther loudspeakers of the hearest one are right over our windows and we are in a fine position ot listen to the performance. It doesn't help much that the standard call to prayer is altered for the morning calls to include the statement that "prayer is better than sleep, so wake up and pray".

For those who fall asleep again (or managed to ignore the first wake up call) there are soon children running up and down the street under our window and yelling. They show up at about the same time as the light. Although our room is never dark because we have no curtians to shut out the street lights, when the sun rises it is very hard to ignore the increase in brightness.

Finally, to top it all off, the toursits kick in. As early as 6:45, some groups of pilgrims will show up outside our gate and start singing hymns. They actually sound pretty good. It's fun to watch all the different groups go by. Some have matching blue or yelow hats, others actually have matching outfits (the ones from Africa), and some are all clergy in matching habits.

Oh, and if you are still asleep, there are the ice-cold showers...

pilgrims singing in street

Tension in Jerusalem

The other day, we walked around the Old City to orient ourselves to our surroundings. In the small space contained within the city walls, an amazing variety of very different, often sharply opposed groups was represented.


Quite visible were the tourists (both the church groups with their bright, matching sun hats and the hippieish individuals who just like to hang around Israel). Then, there are the Jews. There are settler Jews who live in the fenced settlements in the West Bank. They are easily identified by their white knitted keppis and by the handguns stuffed in their belts or the machine guns slung over their shoulders. Any citizen is free to carry weapons openly or concealed (and many do) in the state of Israel.


Then, there are the Orthodox Jews. Although there are many differnt sects, these can genreally be recognised by their long curls, prayer shawls, overcoats, or widebrimmed hats. The third group of Jews isn't as visible because they are the secular Jews and don't do much to identify themselvs outwardly. Because we live in the Muslim Quarter, there are lots of Muslim women wearing higabs in the streets. These people can also be distinguished from the Jews because of their more Arab features. Many of the shops around our hospice have Hammas posters or Palestinian signs in the windows.


Visible everywhere are soldiers strolling through the streets in groups of two or three. They are not just for show and will occasionaly stop and question people on the street. One of our guys was stopped and asked for some form of identification less than 2 hours after we arrived. Security is highly visible (if not effective) with guards standing outside most major establishments.

Border crossings

In the last three days, we have crossed two different borders. First, from Syria into Jordan, then from Jordan into Israel. Surprisingly, the Israeli border was not much stricer than the Jordanian. At each, we had to run our luggage through scanners and then wait for our visas to be issued. The biggest hangup was because one of our number had lost her passport in Turkey. Thus, every border-guard that looked at her temporary passport was suspicious of it being a forgery.

In Israel, we were rushed through the process and our director didn't even have to get his luggage scanned. Apparently, Israel is trying to improve its image by being extra nice at the borders. Still, some of us got interesting scrutiny. As I was walking into the building, a plainclothes guard carrying an M16 starting trying to call me aside. Since I didn't realize he was talking to me, I kept walking. Finally, he got my attention and wanted to know where I lived and if I was really part of the group. The same guard also pulled another guy in our group aside and demanded to know "Where do you pray". Apparently, his answer of "In my church" was satisfactory.

Once inside, as we went through the metal detectors, my passport was kept for 10 minutes while they checked something or other. Altogther, our group took barely 30 minutes to get through the entire border.

Now, we are staying in the Armenian Hospice alogn the Via Dolorosa in the Muslim quarter of the Old City. We can see the Dome on the Rock from our roof and the Wailing Wall is less than five minutes walk from our door. In the next two weeks we will be meeting with Israeli settlers, Palestinian leaders, and government representatives to discuss various aspects of the conflict here.

Monasteries and Birthdays

Some people seem to think I needed it, but unfortunately, I did not spend by 21^st birthday in a monastery. I did spend the day before at the retreat center/monastery of Anaphora.

Anaphora is located in the desert about halfway along the Desert road from Cairo to Alex. Although everything else around it is a sandy yellow, the monastery is full of green growing things and sparkling pools. They have dug a lot of wells and are growing all kinds of fruits, vegetables, and cereals organically. Winding throughout the land is the irrigation system. In the living area, the water system is shaped into a series of pools and fountains which can be either for decoration or swimming.

People are welcome from all over the world to come and relax for a few days. Some people, from the Mennonite Central Committee for example, stay for several months working to support the monastery's farm work or helping Bishop Thomas with his writing. This time, we just stayed for one day, but at the end of our semester, we will go back for several days.

We were joined there by Coptic youth from the Mar Girgis church. We spent the day enjoying the monastery surroundings and discussing how evangelical and orthodox Christianity compare. We talked a lot about the persecution of Christians (less pronounced in cities, more significant in the towns) and some about theological points of difference. What we did, and what Bishop Thomas teaches are very unique for Orthodox Christians. Bishop Thomas is very ecumenical and did not seem to follow many of the more controversial, questionable teachings of the Coptic Church. (non-copts are saved, less emphasis on works).

The only drawback to our day was that we had to get up really early (7:30) and didn't get back to Cairo till midnight. On the plus side, we ate more traditional Egyptian food than we've had most of our time here (date jam, halava, bitter orange preserves, belilah, pickled lemons).

For my Birthday, I slept till 11 and then wrote 4 pages of a Koran research paper in record time. Then, I ate lunch and absolutely pounded one of my flat-mates in backgammon. Later, I went to my cousins flat and promptly got locked out. Because the key was still in the lock on the inside, it took almost an hour to get the door open again. We finished off the day (around midnight) with cake and pizza (or maybe it was pizza and cake).