Bethlehem. This day was memorable for me because every Christmas season I imagine in my mind what the nativity story told in Luke 2 was like, and today I got a much clearer picture. The best part of the day didn't come til later on when we went to Shepherd's field. But I need to start at the beginning.
We started the day by picking up our Palestinian professor, Adnan Musallam, once we crossed through the checkpoint into the West Bank (specifically, Bethlehem, his hometown). We drove to Bethlehem University where we talked with the students about the Israeli Palestinian conflict. It's been very enlightening to get the Palestinian perspective, because it's hardly ever portrayed in America. Some students over here get worked up and pick sides once a perspective is given, but the JC has committed to being neutral so that's what I'm trying to be. Still good to learn both sides though. The more I learn the more I realize how confusing it really is.
The overall message I got from that was the Palestinians live in a completely different world than the Jews and they hardly ever have contact with each other. The students we spoke to said we Americans get a taste of war every once in a while when we hear about it on the news or rarely when someone we know is directly affected by the war; it's daily life for them. They grow up with soldiers, guns, fighting, "sides", the wall, barbed wire fences, checkpoints, uniforms, etc. etc.
The students are very conservative. We told them we were conservative as well and they cheered for conservatism~
Here's a picture of the
separation wall. The majority of it is actually barbed wire and a small percentage is comprised of this big concrete wall. Nonetheless, it still puts a barrier between families, communities, schools, friendships, church congregations...

Next we went to a church in Bethlehem which commemorates the actual birth of the Savior. I wish they didn't build big gaudy churches on such sacred sites, but it was still awe inspiring to actually be in Bethlehem, knowing that the Savior was born somewhere in that tiny, quaint, beautiful town.
The picture below is where they think the
manger was placed.

Stefanie & I in the Bethlehem church.

Going into the church you had to walk through this little door. The door signifies the story when the man asked Christ what he had to do to enter the kingdom of God, and Christ replied give up everything and
come follow Him. Christ then said it was easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. It was impossible for camels to go through these tiny doors.
Here I am about to go through the door (Brother Wilson is in front of me...)

The best part of the day I have no pictures for, and no words could probably do it justice. It really was a once in a lifetime experience, and I hope every Christmas season in the future will be just a little bit different; a little bit better because of it. We all drove from the small city of Bethlehem to Shepherd's Field, which is just right outside the city. Here we separated into two groups and had class presentations.
It was already dark by this point and stars were starting to come out, about 7 pm. My group wandered all the way down the grassy hillside to find the perfect place to have our class devotional. Six people were chosen beforehand to give character sketches of important people of the nativity; Herod, Elizabeth, Joseph, Mary, the shepherds & the wisemen. The interesting thing is I have heard of these people all my life, but I feel like the Nativity really came to life to hear the personal story of each of these key roles. We sang Christmas hymns in between each person, including
Mary's Lullaby, Silent Night and
O Little Town of Bethlehem. The line that kept running through my head all night was from Mary's Lullaby, "For you are a King, but tonight you are mine..." Compared with other Christan churches, I don't think the LDS church gives Mary enough attention. She really is a perfect example of righteousness and she often goes too unnoticed.
Perhaps we were sitting in the very fields where the shepherds were when the angel came, telling them of the good news. There was even a little star over Bethlehem in the near distance. The actual birth of the Savior happened in April, around the time of the fieldtrip- it all seemed too real and the spirit was very strong. After the hour long program we turned off all flashlights and on that quiet hillside overlooking Bethlehem our professor recited Luke 2 from memory. It was the perfect night.