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Pilgrimage to
the Holy Land
February 1999.

In February, I had the very good fortune
to be a member of the St Wilfrids Pilgrimage to the Holy Land and was able to see,
for the very first time, many of the places I had heard and read about for so many years.
No longer do I need to rely on photographs, television programmes or those coloured
illustrations in children's bibles which remain imprinted on the mind from a very early
age, when visualising many of the biblical events.
I know that this ability has, for many of us, added an extra vividness and reality to
our worship, and especially so through Holy Week. We have walked along part of the route
which Jesus followed in triumph on Palm Sunday and seen the site of the temple where he
was accused. We have visited the garden of Gethsemane where some of the olive trees were
old enough to have witnessed the agony and betrayal of Jesus and descended into the
hideous cells under the house of the High Priest which are almost certainly where He was
held after His arrest. We followed the Way of the Cross along the Via Dolorosa and through
the city, jostled by preoccupied crowds who reflected, in a very small way, the cruel
disinterest so many showed towards the fate of Our Lord. We venerated the site of the
Crucifixion; a most emotional and inspiring place despite now being marked by the rather
dilapidated Church of the Holy Sepulchre and thronged with pilgrims and tourists.
In ten very hectic days we visited numerous other places which help bring to life many
Bible stories. We went to Bethlehem and the fields where the shepherds received the good
news. We saw the remains of an ancient street in Nazareth where Jesus must have played and
worked as a youngster. We sang hymns on a boat on the Sea of Galilee and enjoyed the
peaceful gardens and views over the lake from the church of the Beatitudes. We explored
the source of the river Jordan, believed to be where St Peter, at last, realised exactly
who Jesus was, and filled bottles with water from the beautifully clear pools.
Traditionally a pilgrim should face all kinds of dangers and privations but, thanks to
Fr. Rogers excellent arrangements, our conscientious and devoutly Christian guide,
Joseph, a brand new Mercedes Benz minibus with our driver, Kamal, many of us had a very
easy time. However this was not always the case for the less agile in our group and
the way they overcame the difficulties of getting to many of the places, particularly the
myriads of steps, in a country where little concession seems to be made towards any
infirmity, was a very real inspiration to the rest of us.
There are countless other enduring memories of our visit, such as the friendship and
unity of purpose of everyone in our group, the visit to the fortress at Masada, the swim
in the Dead Sea, the special Arabian-style lunch that Joseph arranged for us, the sadness
of an under-funded rehabilitation centre we visited - the list is nearly endless.
But I think I am speaking for everyone when I say that the most fulfilling aspects of
the Pilgrimage were the Eucharists we celebrated whilst we were in the Holy Land. Each
service was memorable in its own particular way, whether in a cave near the
shepherds fields, St Annes church in the city of Jerusalem, the Pater Noster
church on the Mount of Olives, the Anglican Church in the centre of Nazareth or the Church
of the Multiplication on the shores of Galilee where the miracle of feeding the 5,000 is
thought to have taken place.
For all of us, the Pilgrimage was altogether a most inspiring experience and we are
extremely grateful to Fr. Roger for the way in which he led us and ministered to our
spiritual and practical needs throughout. I hope that, in the years to come, he will be
able to arrange further Pilgrimages to the Holy Land so that many more members of our
congregation will be able to participate and find out for themselves just how uplifting
and very special an experience it is.
Bill Randall.
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