Learning from Living
The best ones I’ve got so far involve our trip to the tourist site Hezekiah’s Tunnel (accessed through Warren’s Shaft) in the City of David, Jerusalem. This is a favorite spot for the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF soldiers) to visit as well as Christians and Jews from around the world. It’s a small, deep cavern with a lot of water along the bottom that was dug way back in the day. Pretty cool, really. I went with fellow SALTer Peter, a Lutheran intern Tyler, another American working in Bethlehem Anna, and the daughters of the MCC Jerusalem Representatives.
So, on the subject of today. After class I went home to wait for the mechanic who might fix our washer. He did not come (or couldn’t find us). This means maybe he’ll come tomorrow, or maybe not. This is a part of society that is frustrating for those of us used to immediate service and certain luxuries, like washing machines. But I felt ashamed of my impatience later on when I went to my Arabic lesson at the Bethlehem Bible College. My studies were interrupted by a loud commotion outside. When we investigated, I saw angry crowds on the streets outside, demonstrating and burning garbage in the dumpsters. Palestinian police were working to dispel the people brandishing batons and guns. This scene was a bit unnerving and I asked my teacher what was going on. She said “they are protesting because we don’t have water.” For weeks, many families in the area have been going without running water because there is a really bad shortage. They cannot buy enough from Israel, and there are a lot of political issues involved with water rights. But it was enough to remind me that there are a lot of bigger problems in the area than my lack of a washer.
After class I broke the Ramadan fast (I was not fasting) with Ibrahim and his extended family that all lives in close proximity. Tasty dinner and great dessert. The company was very fun and I love to play with all the kids. They are teaching me about Arabic and about culture here. Ibrahim’s sister-in-law who lives downstairs gave me an interesting perspective on women and the veil, saying that she thinks it should be and mostly is an issue of personal preference or familial desire. She did not grow up wearing it, but decided to don a headcover about two years ago. Yet she realizes that in many places, including Hebron, this is a standard expectation of all women starting in middle school. She said her reasoning was to develop a closer relationship with God, and not any outside pressure.
I have really enjoyed beginning to develop these relationships with the people around me and I have great hope that these will continue to grow throughout the year. As always, keep in touch and feel free to ask about other things I didn’t mention.