There's nothing quite like being able to reach out and touch teh archyology to help one get a feel for what actually happened. In this case, wandering around Jerusalem and the environs brings home a few facts...
1. It's small. Really small. Two miles to Bethlehem, ten minutes to walk across Hell, blink and you're out of the Armenian quarter and into the Moslem.
2. Nothing anyone tells you is true. There are good bits, but while they speak for themselves you have to struggle to hear them above the din
3. The denim skirt is eternal
We've spent Shabat drinking red wine and declaiming revisionist theology. Loudly. It's amazing how much sense the Old Testament makes when you know just a few more facts than are included in the basic package. In particular, you know that business about faith-based versus reality-based government? One gets you smited again and again, with a side order of smiting, and the other gets you lounging on ivory couches eating stall-fed veal and larding yourself with oil.
Choose ivory couches. Choose veal. Choose reality. The Bible tells us so. (*)
I would say more, but L is getting really quite excited about telling the story in a potentially lard-enhancing sort of way.
Shalom!
Rupert
(*) Warning. This may have implications for the theology that validates your nation state. Please take professional advice before declaiming.
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