We are sitting at our gate, watching the sun come up, wishing we could start the pilgrimage all over again. There are many things to report…
Before most of you dear readers went to bed on Sunday evening–after the glorious victory–we were already in the Basilica of the Holy Sepulcher.
We celebrated Holy Mass in the tomb of Christ itself, receiving the Lord’s Body and Blood in the very place where He rose from the dead.
…I neglected to mention earlier that some of us enjoyed camel rides by the Dead Sea…
…We visited the Mount of Olives:
At the top of it, the Lord Jesus ascended into heaven. On the slope of it, He taught His disciples the Our Father. He descended it on a donkey on Palm Sunday–we walked down the ancient pathway that He used.
At the bottom we prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane.
…We made the Way of the Cross right where the Lord Jesus made it…
…We visited the Pools of Bethesda. The Blessed Mother was born nearby, in the home of Joachim and Anne, near the Sheep Gate of the ancient wall of Jerusalem, near the Temple.
…Schema, people: I have much more to tell. But it will have to await the gracious period of denouement after a holy pilgrimage.
We will board our flight home shortly. See you back in the homeland.