Expat Life: Have You Ever Visited Bethlehem?

by Miss Footloose

Olive wood crecheThe town of Bethlehem is not what you might imagine, at least it isn’t what I had imagined when I visited there while living in Palestine. Here’s what’s written in my journal:

Since the political situation is relatively calm, the tourists flock to Bethlehem by the busload from all over the world. I should have known better than to expect a quiet, peaceful little town straight out of Biblical times.

Manger Square, in the middle of town in front of the Church of the Nativity, is packed with busses and cars and tourists with cameras ready to swarm the church.

The church was built over the cave, or grotto, that is considered the place where Jesus was born. We join the throng of humanity into the dark church and pass by the grotto illuminated by candles.

Bethlehem Church of the Nativity

People kneel, people cry, people take pictures. I do not like crowds and I admit at wanting to get out of there fast.

We wander the streets which have names like Shepherd’s Street, Star Street, Manger Street. There’s a Milk Grotto Street with a Milk Grotto shrine, the place where according to legend the Virgin Mary spilled milk while nursing baby Jesus. What can I say? It’s all super cute. Or not so much.

Driving in this ancient town is a challenge. The old town is a warren of narrow streets winding up and down and around without much visibility.

Bethlehem Street

We end up going the wrong way on one of them and getting stuck at a school where parents are picking up their children. Cars everywhere, and ours pointing in the wrong direction with no place to turn around. Slowly, very slowly my man backs out hoping no one will run into the back of the car from around a blind corner. It’s hair raising, but I love watching the bright-eyed little Muslim girls wearing uniforms and scarves, carrying backpacks, hugging their mothers and fathers, skipping hand in hand to the car. Except for the clothes and the architecture, we could be in Virginia.

We need some gifts to take home to the US and Holland, and stop to visit a friend who owns a tourist souvenir shop. Ali is happy to see us, makes us coffee and tells us about some American tourists who came in the day before. Nice Christians from Florida who bought a large, beautiful crèche carved from olive wood – Mary and Joseph, the baby Jesus, the three wise men and the animals.

It wasn’t very busy in the shop, so Ali talked to them for a while and the question of religion came up, not surprisingly, considering this is Bethlehem.

Ali happens to be Christian, which apparently was somewhat of a puzzle to the people from Florida. Palestinians are Muslims, aren’t they?

“How did you become a Christian?” they asked. “How did that happen?”

“About two thousand years ago,” said Ali. “Right here, in this town.”



Christmas Tree

NOTE: The Christmas tree is known as a symbol of the Christian holiday it is named after, but in actual fact has its origins in pagan customs. Ours is a fascinating world, don’t you agree?

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And this is why travel broadens the mind. Lovely story and perfect for the day. 🙂

I knew that there are Christian as well as Muslim Palestinians. Have to admit though that I didn’t know that Ali could be a Christian name!

Thanks for an interesting insight. I would love to go and see for myself. Merry Xmas to you.

Cars in Bethlehem! I can’t get over reading that!

The Christmas tree comes from something pagan?? And here I was thinking that it came about when a pastor was walking home one night, and the snow on a tree was twinkling with the moonlight / starlight, and he went home and told his children about it, and lit a tree with candles to show them…

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