When I was nineteen years old I traveled for a month in Israel as part of a college Wintersession experience. Israel is always a contentious place, but especially at that time during the height of the intifada; any naïve idealism I may have harbored about walking in the places Jesus walked was stunted by the violence that was part of daily life there, as well as the commercialism of vendors hawking their wares at every religious site. (To wit: the Madonna & Child jewelry shop on Manger...
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